Chapter 043 You two?
It took He Meijuan less than thirty seconds to go from stunned to angry and humiliated.
Unfortunately it's still too slow.
Rong Mei didn't even give her a chance to retort.
He looked at her sarcastically.
"As expected of being born from your belly, Shi Jing really didn't waste your stupid genes in vain. Anyone with a normal mind who has seen my man would not think that I would leave my own man to seduce your son-in-law.
Go back and tell Shi Jing, and I'm also warning you to behave like before, and don't think of coming here to waste your words, it's useless. If you have that time, you might as well practice your voice at home. Art soldiers are still soldiers, don't ruin the image of soldiers outside. Otherwise, I don't mind going to the art troupe to find her leader! This is the last chance I give her."
After saying that, Rong Mei didn't want to argue anymore and walked out of the cafeteria.
How can arguing with others be more important than having a meal?
What's more, the other party cannot be called an opponent.
Time flies, and it's the weekend in the blink of an eye.
Rong Mei got up early as she had made an appointment with Kang Xiangtong to go to her house.
Change clothes, put on makeup, and take the souvenirs prepared in advance.
Lock the door and wait for her at the military gate at nine o'clock as Kang Xiangtong instructed.
Rong Mei arrived at the designated location at 8:50.
Stood for five minutes.
A black car drove towards her.
The passenger window was also rolled down, and Kang Xiangtong leaned over the window and waved excitedly at her, "Rong Mei, Rong Mei."
As soon as the car stopped, Kang Xiangtong got out impatiently and ran towards her.
Today, Kang Xiangtong was not wearing the Type 65 military uniform she wore in the art troupe. Instead, she put on a white dress and a pair of black round-toed leather shoes. Her two big braids swung behind her as she ran.
Just looking at it makes you feel innocent, youthful and lively.
Kang Xiangtong and Rong Mei are from the same year, but Kang Xiangtong looks young and cute, whereas Rong Mei seems much more mature, stable and experienced compared to her.
Rong Mei attributed this to the fact that Kang Xiangtong had a dimple that made her look very sweet when she smiled.
I would never admit that she is the soul of a 36-year-old old lady.
Kang Xiangtong took Rong Mei's arm and said to her, "Let's go. The one driving the car is my cousin. He just came back from Shenzhen yesterday. My mom told me that he is now the general manager of a foreign-invested enterprise. Don't be shy."
When the two walked over, the man in the cab had already gotten out of the car.
He gracefully opened the back door of the car for the two of them.
A man in his thirties, dressed in a suit, who can become the CEO of a foreign company, can be regarded as an elite who has achieved success at a young age, both in this era and in the future.
"Thank you." Rong Mei thanked the person politely as she sat down.
The man smiled elegantly, "You're welcome."
After saying that, he walked around the car, returned to the cab, and started the car.
As soon as they got into the car, Kang Xiangtong in the back seat started chattering to Rong Mei.
"Let's go shopping in the department store when we get to the city. I want to buy a couple of sets of clothes. Can you help me choose? You have good taste."
"Okay." Rong Mei nodded.
After a while, Kang Xiangtong discovered that Rong Mei's lipstick was beautiful, her eyebrows were beautiful, in short, everything about her was beautiful. She had endless questions to ask, asking Rong Mei where she bought this and where she bought that.
He became even more interested after learning that Rong Mei was bought from Russia.
"You've been to Russia. I told you that you look like someone from the north. Although I haven't been there, I've seen a lot of their movies. The heroines in those movies have similar bone structure to you, but they're not as pretty as you. By the way, I can play a lot of Soviet music. Can you play it? When you get home, take out your violin and we'll play a piece together."
Rong Mei chuckled, "No problem, you have the final say."
After that, I didn’t forget to emphasize to others, “Although I look like someone from the north, I am a real Chinese.”
Kang Xiangtong stamped her feet in protest. "Oh, I'm not stupid. Of course I know you're not a foreigner, otherwise you wouldn't be in the military family compound. First of all, you were eliminated in the political review. Don't forget that I'm a soldier too!"
He asked curiously again, "Do you speak Russian? Uu...Uu...Oh, no, no, I can't speak it well." Kang Xiangtong rolled her tongue and tried to learn it, but she laughed herself before she could roll up her tongue.
Rong Mei nodded frankly, "Yes, my mother can speak two languages, Northeastern dialect and Russian, so I have been able to speak both languages since I was a child, but my Northeastern dialect is not as strong as my mother's."
When this was mentioned, Rong Mei couldn't help but recall the days when the original owner spent time with her parents as a child, and her nerves unconsciously relaxed.
The feeling of comfort that he never interfered with any of her decisions was completely different from her repressive childhood.
When I think of the original owner's mother's Northeastern dialect with a strong accent, coupled with her more exotic appearance than hers.
The curve of the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose higher and higher.
After saying this, he also said something to Kang Xiangtong.
Although Kang Xiangtong didn't understand anything at all, it didn't affect her admiration for Rong Mei at all.
With stars in his eyes, he said, "Wow, Rong Mei, you are so amazing!"
He raised Rong Mei's hand and said, "I now officially declare that you are better than Cui Mengmeng!"
If there wasn't a roof cover on top, you could raise your hands higher.
Looking at Kang Xiangtong's childish behavior, Rong Mei shook her head and laughed.
She is indeed a little girl. An old lady like her has long lost this vitality.
Kang Xiangtong put down Rong Mei's hand, put her hands on the back of the car seat, and asked the man driving in front, "Brother Bowen, you can speak English, right?"
"Yes, yes. What's wrong?" The man hummed in a low voice, glanced at the back seat through the rearview mirror, and then looked away.
Kang Xiangtong instantly became dejected, "You are all so outstanding that you don't care about my life or death at all."
"Don't you know how to play the accordion?"
"Don't you know how to play the accordion?"
Two voices sounded at the same time.
Word for word.
People who don’t know would think that these two people must have known each other for many years to have such tacit understanding and ask the same question.
Even Kang Xiangtong couldn't help but look back and forth at the two of them with suspicion.
"coincide."
"coincide."
Another explanation sounded at the same time.
Kang Xiangtong: ????
Rong Mei:......
A barely perceptible smile flashed across Kang Bowen's face, then disappeared in a flash.
He spoke in a very gentle voice, "You guys chat, I won't talk anymore."
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