Fu Jingchen didn't say anything, but what he wanted to express was very clear.
Jiang Yuman understood it easily.
"I like you the most," she reached out and patted him, "Okay? Put on your clothes quickly."
Fu Jingchen stopped when he saw that things were going well, and followed suit and shook out his coat.
Seeing this, Jiang Yuman sighed, "I wonder if the comrades under Captain Fu know that you are so jealous?"
Military jackets should either not be worn or if worn, they must be worn neatly.
While Jiang Yuman was talking, Fu Jingchen was buttoning his clothes slowly.
The slender fingers and such a face are pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at them.
Hearing this, he remembered Ma Laosan and the others' discussion and couldn't help laughing.
Jiang Yuman looked at him quietly.
Just when she thought that her ex-boyfriend would not reply, Fu Jingchen actually said, "I know."
The tone is natural, just like saying that the air is very good.
If Jiang Yuman hadn't been able to recall what she said last time, she probably wouldn't have been able to react.
But even so, it was only a half-reaction.
After finally coming back to his senses, he couldn't help laughing, "Don't you think it damages your image?"
Fu Jingchen shook his head. "Image is not determined by family affairs."
Besides, everyone knows that they have a good relationship, and their private faces can only be seen by each other.
When they looked at each other, they understood each other's thoughts.
When she went to work the next day, she thought of this incident in the art troupe and couldn't suppress the smile on her face.
Yang Yun came in and saw this scene, and asked casually: "What are you thinking about that makes you so happy?"
Jiang Yuman shook her head, "Nothing."
Of course, she couldn't bring up the matter between husband and wife, so she shook her head.
Seeing the other party holding a bunch of things, he quickly changed the subject, "What are these? There are so many."
“At this time every year, the art troupe has to hand in documents for review.” Yang Yun put all the things on the table with a dull sound.
She was responsible for these materials, which were very complicated, including records of every performance, which took a long time to check each time.
"It's not so bad here. Those higher-level art troupes have more performances and the information they need to submit is more standardized."
Yang Yun was thankful at first, but then she sighed that if she really had to choose, she would rather be a little tired and hope that the 22nd Division Art Troupe would get better and better.
Jiang Yuman nodded. The more outstanding one is, the higher the requirements will be. This is also reasonable.
Thinking that she had nothing to do, she simply helped Yang Yun to sort and check.
The two of them were busy for a whole afternoon before they checked the information.
"I'll take the information to her for verification when the team leader comes back. Yuman, you've worked so hard." Yang Yun said gratefully after confirming that there was no problem.
"It's okay," Jiang Yuman waved her hand. "Where are you going, Captain?"
Since "Dawn" was submitted to the General Political Department, Jiang Yuman's attention to Su Wenzhen has skyrocketed.
After all, if there was any news, she would definitely be the first to know.
Yang Yun had also experienced this phase and understood it very well. She said, "In Teacher Zheng's office, I heard that he had something to discuss."
Hearing that it was not the General Political Department, Jiang Yuman didn't care and just nodded without asking any more questions.
땤On the other side, in Teacher Zheng’s office.
Su Wenzheng was still immersed in disbelief. She looked at Zheng Liujiang, a little nervous, "Master, are you kidding?"
"Do you think I'm the kind of person who would joke with you?" Zheng Liujiang glared, "Comrade Su Wenzheng, I'm telling you seriously."
"The Chief of General Staff likes "Hot Blooded Youth". Since he specifically asked you to come to the 22nd Division Art Troupe to watch it, you should rehearse even harder."
He paced around the office with his hands behind his back. "Otherwise, it won't just be the 22nd Division that will lose face, it will be the entire Southwest Military Region that will lose face!"
These words carry a lot of weight.
Su Wenzheng's face suddenly became serious, and she saluted him, "Yes! I promise to complete the mission."
He was a great hero! After returning from abroad, he served as the Chief of the General Staff. He was a real big shot.
I believe that if he asks, the National Cultural Troupe will be happy to rehearse and perform for him, and even regard it as an honor for them.
In the end, he didn't like the General Art Troupe, and instead specifically asked to go to the 22nd Division Art Troupe to watch "Hot Blood Youth"...
This is the glory of the entire 22nd Division Art Troupe.
Just thinking about it made Su Wenzheng's blood boil, and she secretly vowed to present the best results.
The more you value it, the more cautious you will be.
The two spent the entire afternoon in the office discussing the details of the performance.
Su Wenzheng left only after the discussion was completed.
Seeing the office door closed, Zheng Liujiang stood up and stretched his limbs. There were many strange and weird things in his office, which he forced his son to bring to him.
He looked at this, then that, and finally walked to the phone.
"Hello, Lao Mo, it's me, Lao Zheng."
"Oh, what could I possibly have to say to you? It must be something good! You don't know! The Chief of the General Staff is coming to our 22nd Division to watch "Hot Blood Youth". When that time comes, you will also..."
"Hello? Hello!"
Zheng Liujiang moved the phone away from his ear and put it closer, "Why are you hanging up?"
On the other end of the phone,
Mo Hai put down the phone in a rage, his head buzzing with anger.
As soon as Xu Qing saw him like this, she knew it was Zheng Liujiang who called. Only that person could have the ability to make them so angry.
But even so, he couldn't just say, "What's the matter?"
"Zheng Liujiang, this old man is so hateful!"
Mo Hai was so angry that he stroked his chest. "He said the Chief of General Staff was going to watch a performance at the 22nd Division Art Troupe. This old guy called to show off!"
People always need to vent when they are angry.
There happened to be someone opposite him, and in a fit of anger, Mo Hai complained bitterly, telling all the excessive things Zheng Liujiang had done over the years.
Xu Qing seemed serious but actually nodded perfunctorily.
Except for the first words, I didn't hear anything else.
The Chief of General Staff is going to watch a performance by the 22nd Division Art Troupe?
Thinking about the latest Army Building News, Xu Qing's eyes were filled with a hint of contemplation.
In his opinion, Qin Dongling must have seen Jiang Yuman through the Army Construction News, so he wanted to come to the 22nd Division.
After so many years, he is still as nostalgic as he was back then. Even if she is not his daughter, as long as it is related to his younger sister, he will still come regardless of everything.
Even he couldn't help but feel regretful: How much better it would have been if his father and he hadn't intervened at the beginning?
Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in the world.
The only way is to recognize this niece. After all, the interests involved behind her are becoming more and more tempting.
Thinking of this, Xu Qing returned home at night and told Ji Fangshu about this.
"The Chief of General Staff is coming!" Ji Fangshu was jealous and excited.
Jealous of the prestige of the 22nd Division Art Troupe led by Su Wenzhen, and excited that Jiang Yuman was her niece, Su Wenzhen knew that her efforts would be in vain sooner or later.
He immediately decided: "Mingxiao, I'm going to the art troupe!"
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