Song Yiyi and Wang Ling turned their heads to look at the same time.
The young man standing at the door had a hedgehog-like crew cut, squinted his eyes and looked at people, with an unlit cigarette in his mouth.
"Sister Wang, I'm busy."
The young man took off the coat that was casually draped over his shoulders and walked into the office.
His gaze passed Wang Ling and landed on Song Yiyi. "Oh, there's a new person here?"
Wang Ling sighed softly and said unhappily, "Hao Jianguo, watch your attitude."
As she spoke, she raised her hand to check the time. "We start work at nine o'clock. Why are you late every day? If you keep doing this, I'll have to..."
When Wang Ling was talking incessantly.
Hao Jianguo had already walked around her, picked his ears, and sat down opposite Song Yiyi.
He looked carefree.
It seemed that he was not listening to Wang Ling at all.
Hao Jianguo raised his hand lacking interest and casually threw his coat onto the desk.
The desk in their office is not wide.
Similar to a desk.
Four together.
It can barely form a large desk.
Therefore, the space for each person is very limited.
When Hao Jianguo threw it, Song Yiyi's notebook became tilted and almost slipped to the ground.
Song Yiyi quickly protected Ben and used the pen in her hand to poke Hao Jianguo's coat back to him.
Hao Jianguo sat there in a nonchalant manner.
Seeing this scene, he was not angry, but smiled in a ruffian way.
But before the smile on his lips could spread, Wang Ling's voice rang in his ears, "Comrade Hao Jianguo, are you listening to me?"
Wang Ling's heartbeat quickened with anger. She tapped the table with her hand and said, "This is Comrade Song Yiyi, our Political Commissar Cen's lover. She's one year older than you. You should call her Sister."
"Or Comrade Song."
Hao Jianguo stood up, patted Wang Ling on the shoulder, and said perfunctorily, "Okay, okay, I got it. Sister Wang, you chant faster than the monks in the temple."
He complained, turned around and walked out of the office in a few steps.
Wang Ling almost couldn't breathe.
She leaned on the edge of the table and panted, her tone helpless: "How did our Women's Federation end up with him..."
This bastard.
Wang Ling said this to Hao Jianguo in the hope that he could understand the hidden meaning in her words.
The child has only been here for about a month.
He hadn't done anything yet, but he had already caused a lot of trouble.
I had arguments and fights with three other female comrades, and even made them cry.
She used to criticize Hao Jianguo harshly.
He went to apologize to them and comforted them and the situation was resolved.
Now there is a new person here, and she is the lover of the hospital leader. We can't let him do this anymore.
If something really happens.
By then, it will no longer be a problem that can be solved internally.
I remembered that I had just been scolded by Political Commissar Cen that morning.
Wang Ling's temples began to throb.
No, I have to give that kid a few more words of advice. They are all more difficult to please than the other.
Just as Wang Ling was about to turn around and leave, the office door opened again.
Hao Jianguo smiled and brought a cup of tea, stuffed it into Wang Ling's hand, and said in a gentle voice: "Sister Wang, it's cold, have a cup of tea to warm yourself up."
He even supported Wang Ling and tried to walk her towards the desk next to him. "Hurry up and sit down and have a rest."
Wang Ling was probably really pissed off. She followed him for two steps before reacting, "Hey, kid, I was still talking to Comrade Song about work..."
I just said half of what I was saying.
We can't just leave it like this.
Hao Jianguo quickly replied, "I know. It's just about our recent work focus. It's a small matter. I can talk to... Comrade Song!"
He slapped his thin chest, making it sound like a slap.
Wang Ling thought about it and let him go. "Okay, I'll listen too. I want to see how much you understand about our work."
They are all in the same office, so we can't let them not interact with each other.
It's not realistic either.
Hao Jianguo does what he says.
He actually talked to Song Yiyi about work, and even told her about the disputes in the hospital that he had mediated before, and told her about the resolution process.
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Cen Yue entered the army carrying a thermos.
The guard at the door saluted him immediately when he saw him, and then a magical scene occurred.
The leader, who usually looked straight ahead, smiled at them today.
Laughed...
The chief looked like a completely different person when he smiled.
Although it was already winter, they seemed to see spring flowers blooming and a gentle breeze blowing on their faces.
As soon as Cen Yue entered the regiment office, the outside immediately became lively.
Because many people saw the smiling political commissar.
"What's wrong, Chief?"
"I don't know. Anyway, I feel a chill on my back, which is definitely not a good thing."
"Yeah, when he smiles, he's scarier than when he doesn't smile."
"Nonsense! I actually think the chief's eyes bend when he smiles, which instantly brings us closer to him."
"Are you crazy? You thought he was the old political commissar and you closed the distance. Be careful, if you don't pull firmly, the leader will let you pull the ground."
As soon as the pungent words came out, everyone frowned.
The words are rough, but the logic is sound!
"Are you going to find another way to unite with the captain to train us?!"
Some people immediately started speculating, "There's a big competition at the end of the year, and there's also a joint military exercise. Now that Commander Chen is gone, Commander Gu won't let him down like he did."
Someone immediately chimed in, "Of course! Hurry! Let's go! We can't let them catch us!"
If they don't have any evidence, it will cost them half their lives.
If you catch the handle.
They have a miserable life!
Cen Yue didn't know this.
He was just in a good mood.
He hadn't slept all night, but he was still full of energy.
He smiled simply because he felt that Song Yiyi was right. As a person working in politics, he lacked affinity, which was of no benefit to his work.
Cen Yue intends to correct it.
As soon as he entered the door, he placed the thermos in front of Gu Chengze and said with a curled lip, "Brother, I brought you breakfast."
Gu Chengze was reading today's newspaper. Hearing this, he looked up in surprise and glanced at Cen Yue.
Seeing that he didn't move, Cen Yue raised his eyebrows, reached out with a good temper, unscrewed the thermos and handed it to Gu Chengze, "Drink it quickly, it will get cold soon."
This time it was Gu Cheng's turn to suspect that there was something wrong with the rice.
He looked into the bucket with a suspicious look on his face and asked in confusion: "Brown sugar water?"
Why give him this stuff to drink?
Cen Yue sat down opposite Gu Chengze, took the bucket, and poured out the soup inside. "It's brown sugar fermented rice wine with eggs. Yiyi loves it lately."
He pushed the bowl in front of Gu Chengze and said casually, "I made yours by the way."
Although Gu Chengze was still confused, he didn't ask any further. He took the drink and took a sip. "What's wrong with your neck?"
Not that he wanted to ask.
But the gauze was too conspicuous.
When Cen Yue was talking to Gu Chengze, he stretched his neck from time to time, and the gauze swayed in front of Gu Chengze.
It seemed as if she was just waiting for him to care about her.
As expected.
Upon hearing this, Cen Yue lowered his eyes and pressed his slender knuckles on the gauze.
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