Chapter 82 Aci, don’t you want me to help you apply the medicine?

Although Wen Ci joined the hospital after joining the army, he still has seven days of marriage leave. Although the Northwest Military Region is poor, the welfare is very good.

Downstairs in the family compound, Zhao Dongmei sat on a chair holding her insoles and listening to everyone chatting, like a family member of unemployed women.

I can only spend my days chatting with a few neighbors.

"Captain Huo's family is really generous. They gave him a 28-bar bicycle as a gift."

"Who said it wasn't? That's a 28-inch bicycle. Not to mention the high price, the key is that it's very difficult to get an industrial voucher to buy a bicycle. I heard that the industrial voucher sold outside is worth as much as a bicycle."

The people sitting together widened their eyes: "So expensive?"

Zhao Dongmei was pricking the insole of her shoe with a needle. When she heard them talking about Huo Jingyuan, she accidentally pricked her hand. Hatred filled her dirty eyes.

The blood on his hands dyed the white fabric of the insole red.

"Sister Dongmei, you are bleeding!"

It was not until someone reminded her that Zhao Dongmei came back to her senses. She put her pierced finger in her mouth and sucked it, and the smell of blood filled her throat.

After a while, Zhao Dongmei took her finger out of her mouth. Her fingertips had turned white from being sucked. She forced a faint smile on her face: "This insole is a bit thick."

"Sister Dongmei, be careful."

Most of the family members accompanying the army today have not suffered the hardships they once experienced, so naturally they don’t know Zhao Dongmei and just call her “sister-in-law” because of her age.

“I don’t know who will get first place in Devil’s Week.”

"By the way, can you sell the bike when the time comes? Northwest China is so small, and a bike doesn't seem to be very useful. It can only be used as a decoration."

"What you said is wrong. That was a reward from the leader. How can we sell it?"

Hearing this, an idea flashed through Zhao Dongmei's eyes. Letting Qin Jin be the first in Devil Week would not only make her look good in front of the Northwest leaders.

You can also get Huo Jingyuan's bicycle.

Get the bike and then sell it to slap him in the face! -

When Wen Ci woke up.

There was a bottle of ointment on the bedside table. She felt as if her skin had been peeled off and her bones had been torn apart, especially her lower body, which was aching all the time. She had no desire to sleep at all.

Wen Ci stared at the ceiling with his eyes wide open.

Huo Jingyuan is such a dog.

There was an extra note on the ointment.

After Wen Ci had rested enough, he reached out and took the note from the bedside table. The man's handwriting was somewhat elegant: Have a good rest and lie down more. I will bring you food and apply medicine at noon.

The strokes of the two words "apply medicine" became elegant, showing his satisfaction and joy.

Wen Ci threw the note away angrily and immediately sat up from the bed. She didn't need a bastard to help her apply the medicine, she could do it herself.

After a while, Wen Ci felt the power of the medicine evaporating.

The ointments/potions used in the 1980s to treat wounds or injuries were extremely effective, and it wouldn’t take long before you could feel your body gradually recovering.

Before Wen Ci could put on his pants, the door of the room was opened.

Huo Jingyuan stood at the door with a lunch box in his hand, looking at Wen Ci with burning eyes, a half-smile on his face, and spoke slowly and calmly: "Ah Ci, don't you want me to help you apply the medicine?"

Wen Ci: “…”

She felt like she was caught stealing.

Wen Ci picked up the pillow and threw it at Huo Jingyuan. His cheeks were puffed up, and he looked like an angry pufferfish. "Who told you not to be restrained last night?"

Huo Jingyuan tilted his head and held the pillow with his shoulders.

(End of this chapter)