Walking along the path, there is an intersection at the end of the road, and the red lights there are very long in her impression. She dragged her suitcase in front of the zebra crossing, which happened to be a red light.

Life is like this red light. When you wait, you feel that the red light is not that long. Once you wait, you start to complain about how long it is. Just like the long road of life, you don’t want to be disappointed, anxious, face everything happening in life calmly, and face every red light calmly.

The green light lit up, Meng Jieran started the car and followed the taxi in front.

Xie Qingning called Mu Lianghe in the car and wanted to ask him when he would be back today. No one answered the other end. As soon as she hung up the phone, she saw the driver's expression slightly change and stared at the rearview mirror.

"What's wrong?"

"There is a car following us, Miss, and I'm sitting firmly."

I thought this scene would only happen in TV series. She, who had never been on a speed car, was suddenly accelerated by the driver, and her body couldn't stop turning to the left, pounced on the seat, and when she was dizzy, she finally grabbed the handrail and sat firmly. She glanced at the car behind her, and only saw a black car, which was also very fast.

"Damn it, Land Rover is amazing. Let's see how I'm going to get rid of you." The driver sweared, and the car accelerated again, and the distance was pulled out at once. She grabbed her clothes in fear. Could it be that the driver's driving skills are so good now that it's no problem to drift.

There were not many cars on the street in the afternoon. The driver did not walk on the avenue, but only picked the small paths and turned into the alley. After turning a few turns, he successfully got rid of the Land Rover behind him and walked out of the alley.

The car finally stopped smoothly outside the door of the military yard. She stroked her chest, which was jumping very quickly, and handed it to her wallet. The driver turned his head and saw his face clearly. At the age of thirties, she had a dragon tattoo on her left arm. She immediately withdrew her gaze and carried her luggage down.

My thoughts have not yet come out of the incident just now. She has never seen the black Land Rover before, but she is familiar with the license plate number because her birthday is also that day.

You can probably guess who the person in the car is, not surprisingly, but more of it is trying to be indifferent.

He walked into the yard with his suitcase. Chen Ming was rolling up his sleeves and digging the ground in the flowerbed, turning the soil over. His face was covered with sweat and his clothes were wet. Seeing her dropping the shovel and standing upright, she also put down her luggage and saluted him in a good manner.

"Madam, the leader said you are very nice to meet, but I don't believe it yet." Chen Ming is a man from the Northeast. He is tall and dark-skinned. He speaks loudly and shows his big white teeth when he smiles. He is stupid and interesting, reminding people of the baby played by Wang Baoqiang in Lost Thailand.

"What else did your chief say to me?"

She deliberately teased him, Chen Ming scratched his head, fell into memories, and suddenly jumped up and slapped his thigh, "She also said you are very small-minded, hehe, madam, don't take it to your heart, just pretend I didn't say anything."

He held the shovel embarrassedly and scratched his hair, as if he was upset that he had said the wrong thing. She smiled evilly, "You Mu Lianghe, you actually said she was slim."

"Sister Wu, when will he be back?"

Mrs. Wu stretched her head out of the kitchen when she heard the sound and saw her hurriedly carrying her luggage in, and hurriedly came out to take it, "The chief said he would not come back tonight, there was something in the army."

"I won't come back, oh."

Mrs. Wu saw the disappointed feeling on her face and thought the couple couldn't bear to part. She laughed twice and didn't explain. However, if he didn't come back tonight, she could just take over his big bed.

Sleeping alone is always more comfortable than two people. Even if you are lying on the bed, it will not be a problem. She will lie on the bed with her big yellow duck at night, and the quilt is covered by her. There is no air conditioning in the room, and it is just right to sleep with a thin quilt.

Mu Lianghe sneezes a big time lying on the military bed. The window was not closed. The cold air from the night came in from the window. He plunged one hand behind his head and the other hand on his side, without covering the quilt, and kicked the man beside him.

The man was not prepared and turned to the side: "You really won't go back?"

Gu Chengyi sat on the floor and leaned against the edge of the bed, holding a bottle of wine in his hand, and retorted disapprovingly: "You haven't gone back, I'm still single. You have a wife, don't you eat until you have a mouth?"

He smiled treacherously, his narrow eyes narrowed into a line, and at this moment the military's aura was not at all on him. He just took another sip in the bottle of wine, and the smell of alcohol spread throughout the room.

Mu Lianghe frowned, reached out and grabbed a can of beer from the bedside table and opened it and took a sip. He rarely drank. In addition to having to drink under specific circumstances, his alcohol content was also practiced among a group of big men. The alcohol content of beer was not high, and it was like drinking water for him.

Gu Chengyi was most disgraceful of his appearance, and wanted to peel off his coat and look at the things hidden inside. It must be wonderful. He threw away the empty bottle in his hand and opened a can of beer, clinking glasses with him: "Da Mu, you really want to let your sister-in-law be alone at home. If it were my wife, I wouldn't be willing to let her sleep with her wife at night."

Mu Lianghe's eyelids were slowly lifted up, glanced at his laughing face, his dark eyes were half-closed, and his fingers were habitually bent, and he placed them beside him: "You are not young anymore, and you plan to just keep going." The age is Gu Chengyi's biggest pain. He and Mu Lianghe are as old as two months younger, but they got their marriage certificate three years ago, and he still doesn't even have a flower bud. The female officer in the army described Mu Lianghe as an iron tree that does not bloom. When he described him, he said that Gu Chengyi, there is not even a tree, and there is no flower bud, not to mention how depressed he was. He once privately complained that there were too many men in the army that led to him becoming a family with difficulties in marriage. He was not very miserable, so why didn't there be a little girl in love?

When Mu Lianghe saw him staring at the ground and touching his face, he knew that he had a knot in his heart again, so he didn't bother him. He got up from the bed and walked out of the house a few steps. The army was an old house, a seven-story apartment. After a long time of construction, the walls were a bit mottled, and the lights in the corridor were dim. He lived in a low height. On the second floor, he walked past a staircase and went downstairs.

It was late at night, and many windows were dark, and there were only a few windows in the whole building lit up. He walked along the concrete road and bypassed the playground, the shooting range was in front of the shooting range.

When Xie Qingning woke up in the morning, she found that the quilt fell on the floor. She was lying barely on the bed with a big yellow duck in her arms, her body was cold, she pulled her pajamas and coughed her throat. She found it hurt so much that she was hoarse and couldn't speak. After only one night, she caught a glorious cold, turned over and got out of bed and picked up the quilt and threw it on the bed without being gentle.

"Madam, drink some hot water." Mrs. Wu poured her a cup of hot water, and she blew it and drank it. Her hoarse voice became much more comfortable after it was moistened. Although it could not restore her previous crisp voice, it also improved a lot.

"Madam, your cell phone is ringing."

She put the spoon and took the phone from Mrs. Wu's hand. It was a strange number. She squinted her eyes and looked at it for a while. She was about to pick it up, but the other end hung up. She thought about putting down the phone.

Meng Jieran cut off the call, then put the phone into the drawer and locked it up.

He looked at the woman in black in front of him with displeasure, "Call me if you have any questions in the future, there is no need to come here."

Wei Yian suppressed his anger, full of bitterness in his chest, and wished he could die with him. He shamelessly found that he could not bear it. At first, she thought she had won, but in fact she was the one who lost the worst. Her father used to sit in that position, but now she can only rely on medicine to maintain his life in the hospital, and she begs for mercy by his side like a beggar.

"The doctor said dad needs another surgery."

"Then let's have the surgery, I will arrange it for the doctor." Meng Jieran then replied, slowly turning the file on the table, his dim eyes turned, "Yi'an, it's time for you to go back to the hospital."

Wei Yian was still standing there when he heard this, with his heels stuck to the ground and could not be stacked at all. Thinking of the back she saw, she struggled like a trapped beast, closed her eyes and shouted: "Meng Jieran, do you think she will still want you? You have been dirty long ago, she won't want it anymore, you have already played with it."

Wei Yian's voice was very loud and very harsh. Meng Jiran's heart twitched, his chin was tense. Everyone who knew him knew that he was trying hard to restrain his emotions. Perhaps it was something related to that woman that he would become a madman. He stood up and kicked over the chair and shouted angrily: "Shut up!"

Wei Yian was not scared by his voice. While retreating, he spitted out vicious words and threw away everything within his reach. The office was in a mess, with broken glass, potted plants that fell to the ground, and fragments of documents. Meng Jieran looked at her with cold eyes and clenched her fists.

"Look at who the woman in the mirror is, Wei Yian, take a look."

The cold water entered the eyes, nose, mouth, and breathing suddenly became uncomfortable, and the thin air gradually disappeared. Meng Jieran pressed her into the pool without any slightest hand, and then pulled it up. The woman in the mirror was messy, and she was wet to her side face. The mascara dizzled, her eyes were black and black, and she stayed along the water droplets. The foundation was white and sticking to her face lightly, completely blemished. Is it her woman who is so embarrassed in the mirror? Wei Yian screamed and struggled to get rid of the bondage. The next second the sound of glass shattering sounded in the air. Meng Jieran didn't even look at it, and turned around and left the office, leaving the woman who roared in the bathroom.

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