Chapter 57 Master

Having said that, he fled in panic.

Wen Ci looked at Yu Qing's fleeing back, frowned, raised his hand and hit Huo Jingyuan's chest, and asked in a tender voice:

"Huo Jingyuan, how bad is your image in the Northwest Military Region? When Doctor Yu sees you, he avoids you like a mouse seeing a cat."

Huo Jingyuan: "..."

He had some impression of Yu Qing. Years ago, he caught a traitor in the military hospital. Yu Qing happened to see it, so it left a shadow on her.

Huo Jingyuan's gaze slowly moved from Wen Ci's eyes to her lips. When he thought about her performing on stage, a sense of possessiveness leaked from the bottom of his heart.

"Can I not participate?"

Wen Ci shook his head: "No."

She also didn't want to participate in the military art performance, but the head nurse had hinted at that point, and if she didn't agree, she would be giving the head nurse a low profile.

"Then why did you come back early?"

"I came back with nothing to do."

Hearing this, Wen Ci looked at Huo Jingyuan gently, propped up his chin, and spoke slowly: "Something's wrong, your tone is not right."

Usually Huo Jingyuan's tone is usually calm.

But there was something wrong with the words 'I came back without any incident'. It was too bland. She reached out and pulled the man into the yard.

Wen Ci put his arms around the man's neck and stared at him sincerely, as if he wanted to judge what he said through his ink-deep eyes.

"Nothing serious?"

Huo Jingyuan's Adam's apple rolled up and down.

He wanted to say it was okay, but he didn't want to hide it from Wen Ci.

After hesitating for a long time, Huo Jingyuan exhaled a breath of turbid air, concealed the expression in his eyes, and said with a bit of helplessness in his voice: "If you have something, let's talk about it after dinner."

"Okay." Wen Ci let go of the man's neck and shrugged.

Since Huo Jingyuan didn't plan to talk about the matter first, it meant that the matter was not serious and could be discussed over dinner. She reached out to help lift Huo Jingyuan's right pocket.

Huo Jingyuan lowered his eyes slightly: "I'll come, you go watch TV."

Suddenly, Wen Ci remembered that after dinner, a few little kids would come to watch TV at home, and said with a smile: "The little monkeys will come to watch TV at night."

"They?" Huo Jingyuan frowned.

Wen Ci counted on his fingers and said, "There is Sister Jing's son, Little Monkey, you have seen him, there are Sister Qin's twins, Awang and Ahua, and Sister Li's son, Little Stone."

Huo Jingyuan was silent.

He could already imagine the sound of four children chattering in his ears, and his brows couldn't help but frown: "Will these little kids be naughty?"

"Children are bound to be naughty."

As he spoke, Wen Ci naturally took Huo Jingyuan's arm and smiled lightly: "Just think of it as adapting to life with a baby in advance."

Hearing this, Huo Jingyuan's eyes showed a hint of happiness.

Back in the house, Huo Jingyuan went to the kitchen to cut the vegetables and meat. It was still early and there was no need to rush to eat. Wen Ci was in the yard with a sketchbook, painting a water-sleeved costume.

Huo Jingyuan walked to her side, looked down at the clothes drawn on the book, and lowered his eyes: "Is this what you plan to wear in the military art school?"

“Yeah.”

"Do you want me to help you contact the master tailor?"

Wen Ci put down the paintbrush in his hand, raised his head and looked at Huo Jingyuan with tears in his eyes, and said in surprise: "Is it possible? We only have 30 yuan of funding."

Huo Jingyuan pursed his lips: "You want me to tell the truth, or?"

"Of course it's true."

"not enough."

The shop opened by the old master has a century-old tradition.

(End of this chapter)