Feng Moyan had a special feeling when he returned to the Red Flag Brigade, as if his heart had temporarily settled down. This was completely different from when he was with Wu Yunting.
It's like a place where she can move forward with peace of mind without any worries, a place where she can stay forever and never starve to death even if she doesn't work hard.
At this time, Li Qiuru's family had already cooked the meal. It was an hour later that she saw the figure, sweeping the snow off the two people with a feather duster in her hand.
"You two are covered in snow, come here and warm up, you can eat soon."
Feng Moyan took off his hat and scarf, and took out the packed food from his bag: "Grandma, this is what I bought. Let's eat it together. I guess the food those two cooked is not delicious either."
Li Qiuru didn't hesitate to take it and put it on the stove to heat it up. She then took out a black object from the stove, which gave off a burnt aroma.
"Here, this is your favorite. It's still a little hot."
"The old man put this in for you before he left. He said he liked eating this kind of food the most. What's so delicious about black stuff? It's all coarse grains."
Unexpectedly, the old man still remembered what she said casually. She had liked such things since she was a child, and there was a feeling of nostalgia in it.
Hao Han watched her tossing her scalded hand back and forth without paying any attention to her image, with a look of disdain in his eyes: "You are now a factory manager, you should also pay attention to your image, or else people will laugh at you."
Feng Moyan was lying on a chair, warming himself by the fire, feeling so comfortable: "I'm going home, not to discuss business. What image do I need? I just like this, regardless of whether it's noble or humble. This is my nature."
"Even if I become rich, famous, and powerful, I still like this. It's in my bones and I can't change it."
Hao Han didn't say anything, but fiddled with the charcoal fire in the stove. It was all the little girl's fault. She said that the old man had to keep warm or he would get sick. He died accidentally.
In order to be able to take care of her children in the future, she should take good care of her health. There are a lot of new things in the room, and there is always a smile on her face.
He always thought that he would have no children in this life, so he just lived his life fooling around with his wife. When he died, he was dead, and they could just bury him somewhere, no matter if there was anyone to burn paper for him or not.
They are all dead, who would care about that? Even the underworld doesn't care.
But now, after being a good boy for too long, he suddenly became selfish and thought it would be nice to have a junior like this to be close to him.
At least, the wife can live longer happily, and after death, someone will remember to burn incense and say a few words to them, so that they won't become a lonely ghost, with no idea who has trampled on their grave.
During the meal, Feng Moyan was only concerned with swallowing, and there was not a drop of food in the bowl.
The old lady is always like this, worried that you won't eat well, sleep well, or be bullied. But with a girl like her, who can bully her?
After having dinner with the two old men and bragging for an hour, she left in a hurry and called Wu Yunting back, otherwise this guy would have something on his mind.
Jiang Donglong looked at the Wife-Waiting Stone, staring at the phone for several hours, just standing there motionless.
"Brother, my sister-in-law just went back home. She's not never coming back. Why do you care?"
"It will take several hours to get from here to the Red Flag Brigade. It's useless for you to sit here and wait.
You are really worried about me, so I will ask you to go there on your day off. I won't say anything to you, but you look like you have lost your soul, which is too scary. ”
Wu Yunting secretly said something sarcastic to him: "You are single, you don't know what love is."
Hey, he still doesn't understand what love is. The rubbish in his brain was not taught by himself. It would be better to say that he doesn't understand love than to say that he doesn't understand his love.
Wu Yunting was about to retort when the phone rang. He picked up the phone at lightning speed: "Hello, Momo, are you here?"
"Oh, it's a meeting. I will be there on time."
I hung up the phone disappointedly, and then it rang again: "Hello, is that you, Momo?"
"As long as you're here, I'll be relieved. If you have anything, you must call me, understand?"
After chatting for a few minutes, the other party was really pressing, so he hung up the phone.
Feng Moyan returned to the yard and felt that nothing had changed. There was snow everywhere, and only a small path had been cleared.
Her eyes moved back and forth, looking at the affection between the two, but she still found something wrong. Did something happen between the two?
"Tell me the truth, what did you do during the few days I was away?"
"I can tell you that you can have a relationship, but you have to be careful and don't just have a baby. People will accuse you of having an affair any minute."
"Remember to go to the hospital to get some contraceptive supplies to avoid being unsafe for each other."
Si Yinni's face flushed, and she stamped her feet in anger: "Feng Moyan, you are so shameless, how dare you say such words, do you think we are the same as you and Comrade Wu.
We were very innocent. We just held hands and hugged each other a few times. You got the wrong idea. ”
Feng Moyan looked at Jiang Xuan suspiciously, looking him up and down: "Are you really okay?"
Jiang 냫xuan hurriedly closed her legs, "Sister, why are you so shameless? We are very reserved, and I have only kissed you once so far.
My mother said that you have to be loyal to a girl and you can only do that after you get married. Unlike you, you always obey Brother Yunting. I guess you would have been taken advantage of long ago. ”
Feng Moyan glanced at him with eyes that were like emitting X-ray rays.
"I'm sorry, your brother Yun Ting is a very upright gentleman. I would like to, but she doesn't want to. I can't force her, that would be boring."
Well, these two are petrified, and the food in their mouths doesn't taste good anymore.
"Ayin, did you hear that? Mo Yan actually wanted to force himself on me, so violently?"
Si Yinni didn't feel strange at all. After all, she has always been so fierce, otherwise how could she take down such a brutal man? He is only 22 years old, and he has become a brigade commander. What kind of god-like man is this?
But looking at the person in front of her, well, he is a little worse, but he can make money, he is obedient, and most importantly, he is nice to her and can cook, so he can make do.
Feng Moyan will definitely go around the factory when he comes back.
The second sales team is about to set off, and this time they will go to a farther place. I heard that the temperature in several provinces surrounding Shandong Province has continued to drop, so this product should sell well.
As long as it is confirmed, it can be shipped. This time it can only be transported by train.
This time, Feng Moyan actually got to know someone from the Ministry of Transport, who happened to be in charge of freight transportation by train. With such a relationship, no matter how far the distance was, it would not be a problem, as he could just go with someone.
Just when I was halfway there, I ran into Qin Zhaodi and Jiang Qingyan next to a nearby well. When did these two get together?
It’s just that Jiang Qingyan has only been married for a short time and she has become unkempt. She used to dress neatly and her clothes never had any oil stains.
This outfit looks like it has been worn for half a century. I don't know if it's silk or oil, but it's reflecting light. How come the small pink flowers have turned black?
When Jiang Qingyan saw Feng Moyan, her eyes were filled with joy. She immediately put down the clothes in her hands and trotted over.
"Feng Zhiqing, I heard that you went to the army to find your partner. What is the military camp like? Are there many good-looking officers in it?"
Feng Moyan laughed and moved a little further away from her: "The military camp is for military training, what else can it be? You are washing clothes, it's quite cold, be careful not to fall into the well, there is no one to save you."
The clothes in Qin Zhaodi's hands were smashed with a bang: "What can I do if I don't wash them? There are only a few clothes and one cotton coat.
Who is like you, wearing colorful clothes, never wearing the same clothes, almost like a capitalist. ”
Listen...listen...such obvious jealousy, even the insults are indirect.
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