Hearing Ye's mother's words, the young couple felt much relieved: "Then I'll go to the troupe again tomorrow morning to ask for leave, and then I'll take Mom to the train station."
"No, no, no, Xiao Dan, Mom knows you're a filial child. Work is important, don't let it interfere with your studies. Yingying will take you there."
Mother Ye knew perfectly well how busy her son-in-law was, so how could she bear to let him come and see her off?
The older generation doesn't like to cause the younger generation to miss work because of them.
"It's okay. There are so many people in the group. Taking a short break won't make any difference."
Having come this far, Ye's mother naturally couldn't refuse any longer.
"Oh, you child, alright, alright, it's getting late, hurry up and wash up and go back to rest."
The daughter and son-in-law looked travel-worn, their eyes were even turning blue; they definitely hadn't had a good rest in the last couple of days.
...
When Gao Dan came in after taking a shower, he saw his wife sitting on the bed applying various bottles and jars to her face. "What are these? Why are you putting them on your face?" he asked.
Straight men will never understand these things in their entire lives.
"It's for skincare. My skin has become so dry and flaky after being away for two days. I need to take care of it." As she spoke, she tore open a face mask and applied it to her face.
In an instant, I felt a sense of comfort and relaxation throughout my entire body.
When the man saw his wife's face, he frowned and said, "She looks like a ghost. What's the point of trying to fix this?"
A ghost?
Well, it really does look like a ghost.
Ye Wanying rarely spoke to this unromantic blockhead like this, saying, "Let me know in fifteen minutes."
After saying that, he lay flat on the bed and closed his eyes.
Damn, I really miss the spa treatments at the beauty salon!
Commander Gao frowned, threw off the dry towel around his neck, lay down on the bed, leaned against the headboard, and flipped through the military books next to him.
Fifteen minutes later, Ye Wanying was almost asleep when the man gently shook his hand a few times: "Time's up."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young wife sat up, took off the face mask she had picked up, and then started patting her face with her hands.
Okay, the straight-laced, steel-like Commander Gao is confused again, thinking that his little wife is just torturing herself.
What is slapping yourself for no reason if not self-torture?
After completing the final step of her skincare routine, Ye Wanying looked at her husband with delight: "Look, is there any difference?"
Forehead?
Commander Gao looked at it carefully for a few moments, but couldn't see anything wrong: "It doesn't have an extra nose, nor is it missing an eye," he said.
Instantly, Ye Wanying felt like she had suffered internal injuries.
I'm so angry!
So, in this man's eyes, only adding a nose or losing an eye counts as a change? Can't he see that her skin has become smoother? And her pores are gone?
Is this all the sniper's eyesight is like?
Women, no matter what kind of woman, probably don't like this kind of answer, right?
"You...you...I don't want to talk to you anymore, you blockhead." She was so angry that she pulled the blanket over herself, turned around, and faced away from him.
The man felt wronged, as if he hadn't said anything wrong!
There's been no change to begin with, so I can't just lie and say I have an extra nose, can I?
But since his wife was angry, as a man, he had to give in.
He put down his military book, lay down, and then reached out to pull the sulking woman into his arms.
"Honey, I'm sorry, okay? Don't be angry!"
Ye Wanying snorted a few times: "A blockhead can't talk!" she said irritably.
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