Chapter 43 Like steel bars...

After Jiang Chen coaxed his mother to sit on the sofa and watch TV, he lowered his voice and spoke slowly: "How are you doing in Hai City now? How is it going?"

Jiang Ye felt wronged instantly and sobbed, "Brother, the conditions here in the northwest are really too bad. There is no private bathroom. We can only go to the public toilet in the corridor. It's pitch black and I'm scared."

Jiang Chen listened to the complaining voice and said, "You are asking for trouble."

Jiang Ye continued, "Can you call Brother Jing Yuan and let me live in their house? They have allocated a three-bedroom apartment."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen frowned slightly, not understanding how Xiao Ye could say this. He had already condoned her to go to the northwest to break up Huo Jingyuan.

But now, they still want to move into their house and tear it down.

He suppressed his anger and said, "You are capable of breaking up the house, but what about living in someone else's house?"

"But the extra room is still..."

Before she finished speaking, Jiang Chen interrupted her: "No matter how hard it is, I won't help you. It was you who insisted on going to the northwest. If you can't stand the hardship, come back and take the college entrance examination."

These days, whenever he left the military compound, he would be stopped by Jiang Ye's ex-boyfriend and asked where she was going.

After saying that, Jiang Chen hung up the phone.

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The next day.

Wen Ci went out to work at the usual time. Huo Jingyuan, wearing a shiny military uniform, took Wen Ci's hand and felt that the thick calluses on her hands had faded a lot.

Once upon a time, Wen Ci worked on the farm in the village.

After being adopted by the Jiang family, he never did any heavy work again.

"Shall I take you to work?"

"No need." Wen Ci looked at the shiny military uniform on Huo Jingyuan and remembered that he was ironing something with a cup filled with boiling water before dawn.

"You were ironing this this morning?"

"Um."

Huo Jingyuan looked at Wen Ci with his dark eyes, which were filled with tender love, and said, "You really don't want me to take you to work at the hospital?"

“No, no.”

Wen Ci refused repeatedly.

Huo Jingyuan was already stunningly handsome, and the shiny military uniform brought out his best qualities even more. Most of the people in Northwest Hospital were women.

She will be jealous.

"Then I'll cook for you tonight?"

Wen Ci raised his eyebrows slightly: "No good intentions."

"No way."

As he spoke, Huo Jingyuan leaned over to Wen Ci's cheek. Originally, he wanted to whisper some dirty words between husband and wife into her ear, but when he saw her fair and soft cheek.

He couldn't help but pecked her, his voice was deep and charming, but a silly smile appeared on his face: "Wife, your face is so soft, like a steamed bun."

Wen Ci: “…”

She admits that it is soft and looks like a bun, but she doesn't admit that.

She pushed Huo Jingyuan away with disgust on her face and pouted: "You are the one who looks like a bun."

"Didn't you say I'm as strong as steel?"

An ordinary sentence took on a different meaning when it came out of Huo Jingyuan's mouth.

Wen Ci blushed slightly: "Don't talk nonsense, when did I say this?!"

She was poking his abdominal muscles with her hand, and her original words were: "Your abdominal muscles are really hard, but I don't know if they can withstand iron rod training."

I’ve seen soldiers use iron rods to hit their abdomens to train their endurance before, but how come Huo Jingyuan used iron rods instead of steel bars?

Wen Ci narrowed his eyelids.

I seriously doubt the dog man was driving.

The morning training horn sounded outside, Huo Jingyuan let go of Wen Ci's hand, his playful expression instantly subsided, and he slowly said: "I'm leaving first."

"I'm going to the cafeteria to have breakfast."

Wen Ci saw Zhu Jing at work at the cafeteria window.

Zhu Jing was promoted to head chef, but she also needed to help distribute steamed buns and porridge in the morning. She walked to the window and took the initiative to greet, "Sister Jing."

(End of this chapter)