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Chapter 43 Like a steel bar...

After coaxing his mother to sit on the sofa and watch TV, Jiang Chen lowered his voice and slowly asked, "How are things going in Haishi? How's your business?"

Jiang Ye felt a surge of grievance and sobbed, "Brother, the conditions here in the Northwest are really terrible. There are no private toilets, we can only use the public toilets in the corridors, which are pitch black and I'm scared."

Hearing the complaints, Jiang Chen thought, "She's asking for trouble."

Jiang Ye continued, "Could you call Brother Jingyuan and ask him to let me stay at their house? They've assigned me a three-bedroom apartment."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen frowned slightly, not understanding how Xiao Yezi could say such a thing, already condoning her going to the Northwest to break up Huo Jingyuan.

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

He suppressed his anger: "You're capable of breaking up a family, but what kind of behavior is it to move into someone else's house?"

"But there are still extra rooms..."

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Chen interrupted her: "No matter what, I won't help you. You insisted on going to the Northwest. If you can't stand the hardship, come back and take the college entrance exam."

These past few days, every time he leaves the military compound, he is stopped by Jiang Ye's ex-boyfriend, who asks him where she is going.

After saying that, Jiang Chen hung up the phone.
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The next day.

Wen Ci left for work at her usual time. Huo Jingyuan, dressed in a shiny military uniform, took Wen Ci's hand and felt that the thick calluses on her hands had diminished considerably.

Wen Ci used to do farm work in the village.

After being taken back into the Jiang family, he never did any heavy work again.

Should I give you a ride to work?

"No need." Wen Ci looked at Huo Jingyuan's shiny military uniform and remembered that before dawn, he was ironing something with a cup full of boiling water.

"You were ironing this this morning?"

"Ah."

Huo Jingyuan looked at Wen Ci with deep, dark eyes filled with tender affection, and asked, "You really don't want me to take you to work at the hospital?"

"no, I'm fine."

Wen Ci refused repeatedly.

Huo Jingyuan was already strikingly handsome, and this gleaming military uniform only accentuated his good looks. The Northwest Hospital was mostly women. She would be jealous.

"Shall I cook for you tonight?"

Wen Ci raised an eyebrow slightly: "He has ill intentions."

"No way."

As he spoke, Huo Jingyuan leaned down and got close to Wen Ci's cheek. He originally wanted to whisper a few dirty words between husband and wife, but when he saw her fair and soft cheeks...

He couldn't resist giving her a peck, his voice deep and charming, but a silly grin spread across his face: "Wife, your cheeks are so soft, like a steamed bun."

Wen Ci: "..."

She admits it's soft like a steamed bun, but she won't admit it.

She pushed Huo Jingyuan away with a look of disgust and pouted, "You're the one who looks like a steamed bun."

"Didn't you say I was as hard as steel?"

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

Wen Ci's face flushed slightly: "Don't talk nonsense, when did I ever say that?!"

She poked his abs with her hand, and her exact words were: "Your abs are really hard, but I wonder if they can withstand the weight training."

I've seen soldiers use iron rods to hit their abdomens to train their endurance before, but how come Huo Jingyuan turned from an iron rod into a steel bar?

Wen Ci narrowed his eyes.

I strongly suspect that the man was driving.

As the morning training bugle sounded outside, Huo Jingyuan released Wen Ci's hand, his playful expression instantly vanishing, and slowly said, "I'm leaving now."

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

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

Zhu Jing was promoted to head chef, but in the morning she still needed to help distribute steamed buns and porridge. She walked to the window and greeted them, "Sister Jing."

(End of this chapter)