Chapter 49 The Living King of Hell is Your Husband? !

She had just gone shopping in Haishi's shopping mall half a month ago, and saw that the televisions sold in the home appliance section on the third floor cost about one or two thousand yuan.

Even if you don't eat or drink, it will take several years to be able to afford it.

But Wen Ci's family has a TV.

The house in the staff compound was so small that there wasn't enough space for a table in the living room, but Wen Ci's house had room for a TV. Zhu Jing didn't even have time to eat.

"Sister Wen Ci, who is your man?"

After getting off work from the cafeteria, she thought about it carefully and realized that if Sister Wen Ci’s husband was not Xue Li, then he must have a higher position than Xue Li.

As the intelligence director of the family compound, I have never heard anyone say that any senior leader got married.

Before Wen Ci could say anything, the little monkey said, "He's a super super super fierce uncle, taller and stronger than dad."

Listening to the little monkey's description, Zhu Jing wondered in her mind who the young, fierce-looking men with high positions were in the army.

Living King of Hell?

His figure appeared in Zhu Jing's mind.

Everyone in the Northwest Military Region knows the nickname of the Living King of Hell. Even the family members in the family compound have heard their husbands complain about him at home.

Immediately, Zhu Jing shook her head.

Although she had never met the Living King of Hell, she had seen his appearance from afar. The Living King of Hell did not look fierce, but had handsome and strong features.

The little monkey continued, "The pretty auntie is so big, and there's a soft sofa."

Zhu Jing's eyes widened even more. It seemed that only the living rooms of the two-bedroom and three-bedroom apartments in the family compound could accommodate sofas. "Sister Wen Ci, please tell me. I won't tell anyone else."

Wen Ci's eyes curved: "My husband is Huo Jingyuan."

She never intended to hide the fact about her husband, but Sister Jing and the others never asked. She even mistook Xue Li for her husband.

"Huo Jingyuan?"

Zhu Jing murmured to herself: "Why does this name sound so familiar to me? I seem to have heard it somewhere before?"

Xiang Qin, Hou Li and Miao Ling all walked to the front of the building, holding coal lamps in their hands. The Northwest Military Region had not yet reached the conditions for roadside electricity.

Once it gets dark, the only way to travel is by coal lamps.

"What are you talking about?"

Wen Ci smiled and said, "Let's talk about my husband."

"What's wrong with Captain Xue?"

Hearing this, Wen Ci's smile widened, as if everyone thought Xue Li was her husband. She asked with a smile, "Why did you think my husband was Xue Li?"

"Ah? Isn't Xue Li your man?"

Wen Ci smiled and shook his head: "Of course not."

"Who is that?"

"Huo Jingyuan."

Xiang Qin and the others were also unfamiliar with the name Huo Jingyuan. They tilted their heads and thought, "Why does this name sound familiar?"

Seeing that they couldn't think of anything for a long time, Wen Ci spoke calmly: "I don't know if you have heard of the Living King of Hell. He is my husband."

“You…you.”

Zhu Jing was so shocked that the bowl in her hand fell to the ground. The expressions of the others were exactly the same, dumbfounded. After a while, they said in unison: "Is your husband a living devil?"

"Is it really that shocking?" Wen Ci blinked.

Zhu Jing nodded: "As for that."

The youngest officer cadre of the Northwest Military Region, the living devil, has become a regimental commander at the age of 30. He has a bright future. At the same time, every man has complained about him.

The Living King of Hell is a perverted character.

After Wen Ci said this, they understood why Xue Li was the one running around to help. It turned out that he was too busy and asked his subordinates to help.

The little monkeys walked up to Wen Ci and said in unison, "Mom, can we go to the pretty sister's house to watch cartoons after dinner?"

After knowing that Wen Ci's husband was a living devil, Xiang Qin and others were no longer shocked that Wen Ci had a TV at home. After all, it was a three-bedroom apartment assigned by the team leader.

"no."

The little monkey asked: "Why?"

The Northwest Military Region does not have electricity throughout the region. Due to its remote location, electricity charges are much more expensive than in provincial capitals, and televisions consume a lot of electricity.

Wen Ci said: "Anyway, when I'm bored at home after get off work, I can always have a few kids to keep me company."

"So let them watch it for half an hour after dinner?"

If it's any later, it will be dark.

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In the building next door.

Jiang Ye heard the cheerful voices downstairs. Although she couldn't hear what they were saying exactly, she could hear Wen Ci's voice and clenched her fists.

Suddenly, Jiang Ye had an idea.

Since Wen Ci is chatting here, Huo Jingyuan must be the only one in the three-bedroom apartment.

This was a good opportunity for her to take advantage of the situation.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ye looked back at the clothes in the closet. She was in a hurry when she sneaked out, so she only picked out a few of the best-looking skirts.

Jiang Ye's eyes fell on an elegant white dress and she changed into it as quickly as possible. As soon as she went out, a cold wind blew.

She couldn't help but shudder.

The temperature difference between day and night is large in the northwest region.

Jiang Ye gritted his teeth and endured the chill.

Beauty is her biggest highlight, even if she is not as good-looking as Wen Ci. But the education she received in the Jiang family since she was a child, her temperament is completely different from Wen Ci.

Wen Ci is a country bumpkin from the countryside.

After going downstairs, Jiang Ye took a detour to avoid being seen by them.

The fiery clouds in the sky gradually dissipated. The family compound itself was not fully occupied, and it was pitch black and silent as I walked along the street.

Only one of the three-bedroom apartments had light on.

Jiang Ye walked closer and found that the door outside the yard was not locked. She pushed the door open and walked into the yard as if she was the hostess.

Looking at the pavilion in the yard, she began to fantasize about sitting in the pavilion on a sunny afternoon, basking in the sun, drinking coffee, and living a comfortable and leisurely life.

Huo Jingyuan was writing in the study when he heard the sound of the iron gate of the yard. He thought it was Wen Ci coming back. He put down his pen and walked to the door to greet Wen Ci.

Huo Jingyuan smiled gently. When he stood at the door, his eyes fell on the figure lingering in the yard, and his smile immediately disappeared.

"What are you doing here?"

Jiang Ye heard Huo Jingyuan's voice and her thoughts returned. She looked straight at him and said as she walked: "Actually, I am the one you want to marry. I was raised in the Jiang family since I was a child, and Wen Ci just married you for me."

She spoke like a victim.

Huo Jingyuan's eyelids drooped slightly.

Wen Ci had already confessed these things to him. He leaned against the door frame and asked indifferently, "And then?"

"Jing Yuan, you should divorce Wen Ci. She grew up in a poor mountain village and has no education. She is not worthy of you, only me..."

Huo Jingyuan smiled.

He had never heard such a funny joke.

Some even think that there are big problems with the Jiang family's education method. Although Wen Ci is the biological daughter of the Jiang family and was not raised by them, she has a simple and kind character.

Although Jiang Ye is a fake daughter raised by the Jiang family, she is vicious and wants to convince herself to divorce Wen Ci with just a few words.

dream!

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