Married to the army by mistake, abstinent boss becomes addicted to pampering his wife

Chapter 218 There is everything in the dream

Jiang Moli found a high spot, cleared her throat, and began to sing "Tante" at the top of her lungs.

"Ah...oh...ah oh eh, ah hiss ah hiss..."

The jarring and strange tone completely drowned out the music playing on the radio.

A group of elderly men and women who got up early to exercise hated Jiang Moli with a passion that made them grit their teeth.

"Disdain value +6, 60000 yuan credited."

"I'm telling you, you're such a young girl, why aren't you sleeping this early in the morning, and you're here wailing like a banshee? Don't you have any sense of decency?"

Jiang Moli looked at the old woman who was scolding her and said, "Auntie, this park is a public park. You guys are jumping around like monkeys and pigs early in the morning, which is an eyesore. I didn't say anything."

"You don't know anything! This is Tai Chi!"

"You guys do your thing, I'll sing mine, let's just leave each other alone."

"you……"

"Xiao Jiang?"

Just as they were arguing, a familiar voice drifted in from the side.

Jiang Moli turned around and was somewhat surprised to see Jin Chenggong. "Master, good morning."

Jin Chenggong was dressed in a black training uniform with a long sword on his back, clearly indicating that he had come to the park to exercise.

No wonder she's still so well-proportioned at her age, with a firm face and firm muscles—it's all thanks to her hard work.

Jin Chenggong looked at her and asked, "What are you doing here?"

“Practicing my voice? It’s not like you made me practice for an hour every day. I’d disturb the neighbors at home, so I came to the park. Master, you’ve come at the perfect time. I’ll sing you a song.”

As he spoke, he opened his mouth and began singing "Tante" again.

A group of elderly people complained bitterly, wishing they could stuff Jiang Moli's mouth shut with their shoes.

That's so annoying!
"Disdain value +3, 30000 yuan credited."

Jin Chenggong also frowned deeply. What kind of rubbish was this?!

"Stop, stop, stop, Xiao Jiang, stop singing!"

Jiang Moli stopped. "What's wrong, Master? Did you sing badly?"

Other people get paid to sing, but you're trying to kill people with your singing!
Jin Chenggong didn't dampen her enthusiasm after all. "Come with me, let's go somewhere else."

"Oh."

That bastard is finally gone.

Watching Jiang Moli's departing figure, the group of elderly men and women all breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Moli suddenly turned around and waved to them, "I'll be back tomorrow, see you tomorrow!"

Don't come!
That's so annoying!
Jin Chenggong led Jiang Moli to a secluded place before speaking to her, "I told you to practice your pronunciation and articulation, what are you singing nonsense for?"

"This is a vocal warm-up method I created myself. The syllables I sing simultaneously open the mouth, stretch the tongue, and control the breath, and the effect is very good."

Hearing her reasoning and evidence, Jin Chenggong found it difficult to say anything to her.

I simply opened the textbook, pointed to a sample text, and asked her to read it aloud to test her practice results.

After Jiang Moli finished reading, he corrected the shortcomings one by one, and Jiang Moli listened attentively.

Consider it a free lesson in Mandarin.

It was almost time, so Jin Chenggong picked up his sword and prepared to go home. "That's enough for today. Go back and practice the problems I told you about properly."

"Yes, Master. By the way, do you know anything about Deputy Regiment Commander Yang?"

Jin Chenggong looked at her and asked, "Why are you asking about Deputy Regiment Commander Yang?"

"Just ask."

After leaving the park, Jiang Moli offered to treat Jin Chenggong to breakfast, but Jin Chenggong declined, saying it would be inappropriate.

Watching the other person ride away on their bicycle with a sword on their back, Jiang Moli couldn't help but find it amusing.

The old man is quite principled!

Passing by a breakfast stall, Jiang Moli bought braised pork dumplings and shumai.

When I got home, Ma Hongmei had already cooked sweet potato porridge, which was perfect to eat with steamed buns and shumai.

After breakfast, Jiang Moli went to work.

She hadn't gone far when she saw Lu Tingting's dog sneaking off. She rode her bike after it, calling out, "My dear niece, where are you going so early in the morning?"

Upon seeing her, Lu Tingting reflexively hid the letter in her hand behind her back.

Jiang Moli laughed, "So nervous, is it a love letter?"

Lu Tingting glared at her, "Mind your own business."

Seeing the mailroom just ahead, Jiang Moli understood. "Hey, you didn't write a letter to Teacher Shen, did you? You've been back for so long, and you still haven't forgotten your Teacher Shen?"

Lu Tingting stubbornly ignored her.

Jiang Moli slowly pedaled her bicycle. "Let me tell you, it's no use keeping a man in your heart. You have to put him in your bed for him to belong to you."

Lu Tingting blushed deeply, "You're so lewd!"

"Just tell me, do you want Teacher Shen to lie in your bed every night? If you do, just say so, and I'll teach you."

Lu Tingting glared at her, her face flushed, but she didn't deny it.

"When you sleep at night, raise your pillow a little higher, and you'll dream about anything, including your teacher, Mr. Shen."

After saying that, Jiang Moli laughed and rode away on her bicycle.

Lu Tingting was so angry she was practically bursting with rage.

That damned woman, she tricked her again!

……

Today, the directing department held a meeting, mainly to discuss the approval of new programs.

The directing department has a total of 6 people, including Jiang Moli.

As the department head, Zhong Lin is mainly responsible for daily management, while the actual work is done by the directors and screenwriters below her.

Apart from Jiang Moli, a new screenwriter, two of the other four are associate senior directors, and the other two are intermediate and associate senior screenwriters.

Screenwriters are primarily responsible for creating or adapting scripts, while directors are responsible for the dual functions of "screenwriter" and "director," thus the status of directors is far higher than that of screenwriters.

Both directors currently have projects on their hands, and they are vying to decide whose project to take.

For directors, each additional project means more achievements, which are related to bonuses and promotions.

Finally, Zhong Lin made the final decision and a vote was held.

To ensure fairness and impartiality, Zhong Lin, the leader, did not participate in the voting.

The two screenwriters were the first to cast their votes for the two directors, demonstrating their keen understanding of social dynamics.

The pressure was put on Jiang Moli.

No matter who you vote for, you're bound to offend the other director.

Jiang Moli calmly took a sip of tea, displaying the demeanor of an old cadre despite her young age.

"I'll vote for myself. Could you two seniors please give me, a newcomer, a chance?"

Everyone in the department looked at her with mixed feelings.

Between offending A and offending B, they actually chose to offend both A and B!

How does the brain think?

In the end, Zhong Lin tried to smooth things over by submitting both projects and letting the leaders choose one.

However, Jiang Moli's attempt to take advantage of the situation successfully angered the two directors.

"Disdain value +2, 20000 yuan credited."

A day of being a salted fish is over.

When I got home from get off work, Lu Dezhao was already there and was discussing something with An Hui.

Seeing her return, Lu Dezhao hurried over to her.

"Jasmine, come here, look at me and see if I've changed at all?"

Jiang Moli looked him over carefully and exclaimed, "Dad, you've lost weight! You've definitely lost weight!"

Lu Dezhao's mouth immediately stretched to the back of his ears, and he turned to An Hui and said, "See? Jasmine said I've lost weight! I think I've lost weight too, and my clothes seem to be a bit looser lately."

"You really think your dad has lost weight? I don't see it."

Jiang Moli covered her mouth and whispered, "I'm just teasing Dad, no, I'm just playing with him. He's been training for so long, we have to give him some encouragement. Look how happy Dad is."

Seeing her husband's cheerful expression, An Hui unconsciously agreed with her daughter-in-law's words.