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Chapter 57 Master

With that, he fled in panic.

Wen Ci watched Yu Qing's fleeing figure, her brows furrowing slightly. She raised her hand and punched Huo Jingyuan's chest, asking in a sweet voice:

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

Huo Jingyuan: "..."

He had some impression of Yu Qing. Before the New Year, he had arrested a traitor at the military hospital, and coincidentally, Yu Qing witnessed it, which probably left a shadow on her.

Huo Jingyuan's gaze slowly moved from Wen Ci's eyes to her lips. The thought of her performing on stage filled him with a possessiveness that welled up inside him.

"Can I not participate?"

Wen Ci shook her head: "No."

She didn't want to participate in the military arts performance either, but the head nurse had hinted at it so much that if she didn't agree, it would be disrespectful to the head nurse.

"Then why did you come back early?"

"I came back as soon as nothing happened."

Upon hearing this, Wen Ci looked at Huo Jingyuan with gentle eyes, rested her chin on her hand, and said slowly, "Something's not right. Your tone is a bit off."

Huo Jingyuan's tone is usually calm.

But there was something very wrong with that sentence, "I'm back now that nothing's wrong." It was too bland. She reached out and pulled the man into the yard.

Wen Ci wrapped her arms around the man's neck, gazing at him earnestly, as if trying to understand his words through his deep, dark eyes.

"Is there really nothing wrong?"

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

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

After hesitating for a while, Huo Jingyuan exhaled a breath of stale air, lowered the expression in his eyes, and said with a hint of helplessness in his voice, "If there's something to discuss, let's talk about it over dinner."

"Okay." Wen Ci released the man's neck and shrugged.

Since Huo Jingyuan didn't intend to discuss business first, it meant the matter wasn't serious and could be discussed over dinner. She reached out to help him reach into his right pocket. Huo Jingyuan lowered his eyes slightly: "I'll do it, you go watch TV."

Suddenly, Wen Ci remembered that after dinner, several little kids would come over to watch TV, and said with a smile, "Little Mischief and the others will come over to watch TV tonight."

"Them?" Huo Jingyuan frowned.

Wen Ci counted on her fingers as she spoke, “There’s Jing’s son, Little Monkey; Qin’s twins, Awang and Ahua; and Li’s son, Little Stone.”

Huo Jingyuan remained silent.

He could already imagine the four children chattering in his ears, and his brows furrowed involuntarily: "Won't the little ones be naughty?"

"Children are bound to be a little mischievous."

As she spoke, Wen Ci naturally took Huo Jingyuan's arm and smiled faintly, "Just consider it as getting used to life with a baby in advance."

Hearing this, Huo Jingyuan's eyes lit up with happiness.

Back inside, Huo Jingyuan went to the kitchen to chop the vegetables and meat. Since it was still early and there was no rush to eat, Wen Ci sat in the courtyard sketching water-sleeved garments.

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

"Hmm."

"Do you need me to help you contact a master tailor?"

Wen Ci put down her paintbrush, looked up at Huo Jingyuan with tears in her eyes, and said with delight, "Is that okay? We only have thirty yuan in funding."

Huo Jingyuan pursed his lips: "Do you want me to tell the truth, or..."

"Of course it's the truth."

"not enough."

The shop run by that master craftsman has been passed down for a century.

(End of this chapter)