Seeing Yun Qiao, Han Rou smiled and took the initiative to greet her: "Doctor Qin, what a coincidence, meeting you here."
Yun Qiao said calmly, "It's quite a coincidence."
"Since we're lucky enough to meet today, I have something to tell you." Han Rou invited her, "Next Sunday, Qingqing's father and I will have a banquet at the military hotel. You and your family should come too."
Yun Qiao smiled and replied, "Congratulations. We will definitely support you."
Xiong Xiangzhong is the deputy head of He Tingjun's troupe. They must attend Xiong Xiangzhong's wedding. It's a matter of etiquette.
As they were talking, the young man selling hawthorn balls had already packed the hawthorn balls Yun Qiao had ordered: "Sister, you asked for a dollar worth of hawthorn balls. Since you asked for more, I gave you one extra one."
Yun Qiao said thank you, paid the money, took the bag of hawthorn balls, nodded slightly at Han Rou, turned around and walked back.
After returning to the car, He Tingjun stood up and asked Yun Qiao to sit in the window seat inside the car.
After Yun Qiao sat down, he sat down again and asked casually, "Why did you take so long?"
Yun Qiao handed the oil-paper bag in his hand to him: "I bought some hawthorn balls, try them."
He Tingjun pinched one, took a bite, and frowned because of the sour taste: "Sour."
Yun Qiao also picked one up and tasted it. It was quite delicious. It was not so sour that it would make your teeth ache, but rather sour and sweet, which was very appetizing.
"It's okay, not particularly sour."
He Tingjun reluctantly swallowed the hawthorn ball in his mouth, waved his hand, and said, "You eat it, I can't."
Yun Qiao said, "Well, this big bag will be mine."
She had discovered long ago that a big man like He Tingjun could not eat anything sour. He could eat very little strawberries in spring, grapes in summer, hawthorns in autumn, and oranges in winter, unless they were particularly sweet.
Yun Qiao ate five or six pieces in a short while and felt his teeth were a little sour, so he stopped quickly and folded the paper bag again and put it away.
The hawthorn balls were covered with sugar coating, and the fingers that had pinched the hawthorn balls felt a little sticky, and it was difficult to wipe them clean with a handkerchief. Before the car started, Yun Qiao quickly got out of the car to wash his hands.
On the way back, they ran into Han Rou and Qingqing again, this time accompanied by Xiong Xiangzhong. Xiong Xiangzhong was tall and strong, even bigger than He Tingjun. He held three-year-old Qingqing as easily as if she were a doll. Han Rou, who wasn't short, looked especially petite next to him.
Seeing Yun Qiao, Han Rou waved to her. Xiong Xiangzhong followed Han Rou's gaze and looked over. Recognizing Yun Qiao, he took the initiative to walk over with Qingqing in his arms.
He greeted Yun Qiao politely, and when he learned that He Tingjun was also in the car behind, he followed Yun Qiao over to greet He Tingjun.
The two were in the same troupe and had a good relationship at the beginning. Xiong Xiangzhong had not concealed the fact that he was going to remarry from the troupe. Since he submitted the marriage report two days ago, the news had been circulating. He Tingjun had also heard about it, so he was not surprised to see Han Rou at this time.
He Tingjun got out of the car and chatted with Xiong Xiangzhong for a while, and then the car was about to start.
He Tingjun got on the car, and Xiong Xiangzhong also carried Qingqing and Han Rou onto another bus. Yun Qiao took a look at the license plate on the bus and saw that it was going to the Third Regiment. He would probably send Han Rou back to the company first, and then take the child back to the base.
The shuttle bus started slowly. Yun Qiao glanced at the shuttle bus behind him through the car window, then turned to ask He Tingjun, "Did you know about Deputy Captain Xiong and Han Rou getting married a long time ago? I saw the look on your face just now, and you weren't surprised at all."
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