Fu Jingchen straightened his lips, "No."
Jealousy is secondary. It would be strange for someone like his wife to be liked by others.
"Then what are you thinking about? You seem to be in high spirits all the way." Jiang Yuman always has enough patience with him.
Fu Jingchen looked at her for two seconds, his deep eyes seemed to be able to absorb people's minds, "Others will misunderstand that I am unmarried."
Hearing this, Jiang Yuman was stunned for a moment before coming back to her senses.
Everyone in the 22nd Military Region knew about Fu Jingchen's family; but today she was approached by someone, and even if she explained the marriage, others thought she was lying.
So, Fu Jingchen has a sense of crisis?
Jiang Yuman was amused.
"You're still leaving me, my beautiful wife?"
She raised her face and said, "Don't tell others that I'm married now. When you're old, I'll take better care of myself. If people see it, they'll think you're a generation older than me."
The more you talk, the more outrageous it gets.
Fu Jingchen clasped her lower back with his hands and blocked her chattering mouth with his actions.
A kiss ends,
He picked up the person in his arms and moved away.
…
When it was time for dinner, Fu Haitang brought Xiaoyi out of the room.
Jiang Yuman heard the voices of their aunt and nephew outside, and moved Fu Jingchen's hand away from her waist, "Put all your strength on me, and put your hand here, you want to tire me to death."
If she knew those words would lead to this consequence, why would she have provoked this man?
With a smile on his face, Fu Jingchen served her tirelessly. If Jiang Yuman had refused sternly, he would have brought in all the food and eaten it.
Fortunately, Fu Haitang was simple and didn't notice that there was something wrong with the atmosphere at home.
After dinner, he secretly asked Jiang Yuman, "Sister-in-law, is my brother okay?"
"It feels bad." Jiang Yuman thought, I am the one who feels bad now.
"That's good," Fu Haitang breathed a sigh of relief. "By the way, I saw Sister Bai coming back just now. I have already given her the things and the remaining money."
Jiang Yuman nodded.
Seeing that Fu Haitang was hesitant to speak, he asked again: "Little sister, what else do you want to say?"
"It's the one next door," Fu Haitang said unhappily, "Sister-in-law, she actually told others that you were not in the art troupe's first class, and she wandered around all day, and even dragged my brother out of the military area."
She also heard it at the door.
The door was soundproof, and Du Qiuxi was sitting in her yard talking, obviously speaking for her to hear.
Bai Ping saw that she was happy, so she held her hand and tried to persuade her a few times, saying that Du Qiuxi was just like that and the best way to deal with such a person was to ignore her, and if she made trouble with her, she would be the one who would suffer.
Thinking of this, Fu Haitang came to the conclusion, "She just hates us for not bringing her anything today."
"Who gets talked about behind their back? Only incompetent people get talked about."
Jiang Yuman was used to Du Qiuxi's temper. "As for her saying that I wasn't in the art troupe's class, she was just deceiving herself."
When the military district performance started, did other people still know that she was the scriptwriter teacher of the art troupe?
The more Du Qiuxi talked, the more he was slapped in the face later.
Fu Haitang nodded.
The next day, the 16th Division.
Chu Wenzhou had been outside for a day and as soon as he returned to the military region, he rushed into the office.
Director Xu was not there, and the guards outside were used to his sudden surprise and did not stop him.
He found a piece of paper and made a few simple strokes. A bright and beautiful woman appeared on the paper.
Chu Wenzhou sat on the seat with his feet on the table. He picked up the painting and admired it carefully, still recalling the details of today's meeting.
Just as I was savoring the memory, Xu Si came in.
"You little brat, I saw you rushing in here just now. Is my desk a place for you to put your feet?" When Xu Si entered the room, he saw him being so nonchalant and glared at him.
Chu Wenzhou curled his lips, put away the painting, and put his feet down, "Stingy."
Xu Si reminded him, "You promised your mother before, don't fail to complete the task and lower my credibility in front of the master."
"I forgot," Chu Wenzhou stood up, "but uncle, I have changed my mind this time. If I do what you asked, you have to help me find someone."
Xu Sidong looked alert, "Who?"
"A female soldier."
Hearing this, he slapped her and said, "You little bastard, I knew you would still change this bad habit..."
"You want to kill your own nephew."
“…….”
In this way, the uncle and nephew quarreled in the office for a long time. Chu Wenzhou promised not to harass others, and Xu Si reluctantly agreed.
But there are still many conditions, the most important of which is to wait until the military district competition.
In response, Chu Wenzhou accepted it all.
When he came out, he was humming a tune, looking very proud and happy.
My uncle must have thought that he was serious. In fact, he was very serious about this female soldier.
They say that loving appearance is superficial, but he is a superficial person. Besides, he would like such a pleasing face even if it was a straw bag.
“A-choo!”
Zhuang Wanbai, who was watching the rehearsal of the 꺶 family, heard the voice and turned to look at the side, "Yuman, do you have a cold?"
Jiang Yuman shook her head, "No."
She turned her attention back to the crowd, "After the social gathering, everyone's dancing has been getting better and better."
"Yes," Zhuang Wanbai was also satisfied when she talked about this. She smiled and glanced at the two lead dancers. "Fu Haitang and Wei Qing are leading the dance together. They can actually cooperate so well. The results of the past ten days are no worse than those of the Jiaoyang Dance Troupe."
Jiang Yuman nodded. Since the day of the holiday, the art troupe has entered into intensive training.
All the efforts were rewarded. In just over ten days, the performance effect improved by leaps and bounds, and the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe and the Art Troupe had a certain chance of winning.
When the dance was over, the female soldiers gathered together.
As Zhuang Wanbai walked away, he praised her for a rare moment: "You're right, this time the rhythm and entrance were both well-controlled."
It was rare for the female soldiers to be praised, so even if they tried their best to suppress it, some of it showed on their faces.
"But," Zhuang Wanbai changed the subject, "Your good performance now only means that you haven't been lazy in the past ten days. If you want good results in the end, you must work harder in the next month."
She raised her voice, "Do you know what our goal is?"
The female soldiers said in unison: "The Special Military District performance is first!"
Zhuang Wanbai put his hands behind his back and said, "If you want to be first, you have to defeat the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe that stands between us. Don't you believe it?"
"놋, 놋!"
"Very good, let's disband and take a break." Zhuang Wanbai waved his hand.
The female soldiers dispersed in twos and threes. Jiang Yuman did not go back to the dormitory with Zhuang Wanbai, but sat aside to write.
Wei Qing came over at this time, "Teacher Yuman."
"Comrade Wei Qing?" Jiang Yuman put down her pen. "What's wrong?"
"That's right,"
Wei Qing was a little nervous. "This weekend, my grandfather wanted to invite you to his house to thank you in person for helping me so much. I know you don't have time?"
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