Under the old lady's stern eyes, Yan Lang stretched his neck and looked inside, and smiled, "Sister, I am the subject of Doctor Rong Qianrong in the 208 dormitory on the second floor. I rushed over overnight last night and had something to ask her. Can the eldest sister help her call her?"

The old lady was stunned for a moment, then looked up and down at Yan Lang, her lips curled up and pressed down quickly, "What big sister isn't big sister? Call me aunt! Is this inappropriate, Dr. Rong? The one who called every few days? I'll help you get up and take a look. Stand away, don't scare the lesbians!"

Yan Lang thanked him, smiled obediently and walked a short distance for a while, then turned around and looked at the old lady.

The old lady was in a good mood, and her back was full of youthful spirit when she left the ground with a broom and a garbage shovel.

At around six o'clock, Rong Qian had just gotten up and washed and read books for more than half an hour. She was about to pack up and went to the cafeteria to get breakfast.

The others in the same dormitory are nurses, two of them are still in the morning shift, and the other ones on night shift should still be eating in the cafeteria.

When the manager came to find Rong Qian, she was the only one left in the room. When he saw the aunt carrying a broom and garbage shovel, Rong Qian was stunned.

Seeing that Rong Qian had turned her head and saw her, the old lady raised her hand that was about to knock on the door and then took it back, "Why is Rong Qian? A gay man is looking for you downstairs and said he is your partner."

Rong Qian didn't turn a corner for a moment. After all, in her fixed mind, Yan Lang was still doing training tasks in a certain place in Wujiang County. Last time she wrote a letter, she didn't see Yan Lang saying when it would be over.

The old lady turned around and was about to leave. Seeing that Rong Qian was still calm and had no partner to come to find her, she thought of the boy, and the old lady stood up and muttered, "Why don't you want to see her? She rushed over overnight, and her eyes fell and she didn't know how to feel sorry for her partner!"

The so-called Luokuo means that the blue and black eyes look sunken.

After muttering, the old lady left on her own. Rong Qian came to her senses and quickly packed up her books and pens. When she walked to the door of the room, she couldn't help but take a step back and tilted her head to take a round mirror hanging on the wall of a little nurse in the same dormitory.

After confirming that his face was not messy, Rong Qian hurriedly went downstairs.

Thinking that Yan Lang had arrived overnight, Rong Qian raised her hand and covered her chest, pressed the corners of her lips several times, but she still smiled.

Yan Lang waited downstairs for a while, and suddenly he looked back as if he felt something. He happened to see Rong Qian standing at the iron gate with one hand covering her chest and biting the corner of her lips. She tried hard to breathe evenly.

Yan Lang unconsciously showed a bright smile and walked over lightly, "You're so anxious to see me? You're sweating out of your way."

There was only a little road upstairs and downstairs, and sweat came out, which showed how anxious this person was.

Rong Qian originally wanted to calm down her breath before Yan Lang saw her, and then pretend to be calm, but she was caught by this man.

He raised his eyes and glared at Yan Lang, but Rong Qian couldn't help but feel embarrassed and her ears turned red.

Yan Lang was glared, but instead he felt "sexy" from his partner. He felt happy, and he smiled on his face and signaled Rong Qian to walk around, "Have you eaten breakfast yet? I didn't eat either. I had dinner with the captain and the others last night. I suddenly missed you when I looked at the streets outside, so I came over."

I was still in Wujiang City when I had supper last night. Should Yan Lang drive the car all night and only arrived this morning?

Rong Qian automatically changed the distance and time in her head, and it took eleven or two hours to drive.

Thinking of this, Rong Qian paused, "Didn't sleep all night? I drove here by myself? Then after breakfast, you hurry to the guesthouse to rest."

Yan Lang raised his hand and rubbed his head, raised his head and yawned, "No, I must set off at 8 o'clock in a while. I will go back to the army with the captain and the others."

It's past six:40 now, so this person stayed up late to drive the car all night just to spend less than an hour and a half with her?

A sourness suddenly popped up in Rong Qian's heart. Although this person occasionally spoke inconvenient words, he treated her with this relationship very seriously.

Others knew that Rong Qian had a partner in the army. Although many people envied her for being a great military wife, there were also more pragmatic people who felt that her life would be difficult for her in the future.

Even if you follow the army, you still don’t have much time to see your own men, especially those who have to go on a mission, it is normal not to see anyone in a year or two.

To a certain extent, military wives mean that they can no longer regard themselves as ordinary women. They must do a good job of picking up at home and outside, and be able to carry rice bags and climb high to change light bulbs.

Rong Qian used to think that Yan Lang was a soldier who was not often at home, but she was more free. Now Rong Qian suddenly realized that her thoughts were too selfish and narrow-minded. In fact, she had been oppressing Yan Lang in this relationship, and even deliberately ignored the other party's efforts.

From Yan Lang's perspective, how different is her Rong Qian from the man she hates? Didn't they all rely on other people's love to trample on their own and contempt?

Rong Qian's face was not very good-looking. Yan Lang didn't know that she had thought of so much in an instant. She reached out and pulled Rong Qian's arm with some concern, and pulled her to the side of the road to avoid being hit. "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Yan Lang put his hands in his pocket and touched Xiao Bozi's hand a little hesitated. Rong Qian looked uncomfortable. Will it be inappropriate for him to talk about such things at this time?

But he didn't know when he would take a leave next time. Yan Lang also felt that half a year of dating was enough for them to know each other, and began to consider raising a marriage report.

Rong Qian shook her head, a little ashamed, but when facing Yan Lang, she was so selfish that she couldn't bear to let go, so she could only secretly comfort herself in her heart and try to give more feelings in the future, which might be able to make up for her debt to Yan Lang during this period?

Although he comforted himself so much, Rong Qian was still feeling very guilty and smiled dryly. Rong Qian shook her head, "It's okay, there's not much time left. Let's go have breakfast soon and prepare something for you later."

Yan Lang said "Oh". Although he was thinking about something, his eyes were staring at Rong Qian to observe, wanting to see if her mood improved slightly.

If his mood improves, he should be fine to mention that. Rong Qian was thinking about it for only more than an hour, and raised her hand and gently pulled Yan Lang's clothes that he had brought out slightly in the belt and walked towards the cafeteria.

When he arrived at the cafeteria, Rong Qian asked Yan Lang to sit down in the corner, "You can rest for a while, I'll go get breakfast. What do you like to eat in the morning? There are noodles, porridge, fried rice, steamed buns, and steamed buns."

Yan Lang didn't want to sit down and insisted on following Rong Qian, "I finally met you. I want to say a few more words to you with you."

Rong Qian felt even more sad after saying this, her eyes became sore. Rong Qian blinked quickly and pulled the corners of her mouth calmly and smiled, "Okay, just see what you want to eat."

Yan Lang naturally discovered Rong Qian's loss of composure at the first time.

Seeing Rong Qian turn around in panic, she takes a step back, then turn around and pulls his clothes to signal him to follow. Yan Lang narrows his eyes and the corners of his mouth rise.

Yan Lang was still a little tired after rushing all night and couldn't eat noodles. Finally, he brought a bowl of mixed grain porridge and put five steamed buns on a tray.

The steamed buns are made of 2-mix noodles. The conditions in the hospital are pretty good. The corn flour is finely ground so it won’t irritate the throat. The steamed buns are made of various bean noodles and coarse grain noodles, and are dark.

Yan Lang was used to the same trick in the army. He stuffed a bun of steamed buns into his mouth and drank them with porridge soup. Yan Lang said that he didn't rest last night and had no appetite today.

Although he ate quickly, he was not sloppy, but instead seemed to be clean and neat. Rong Qian forced a erhe noodle dish dumpling. Seeing that Yan Lang had finished eating, he quickly asked Yan Lang if he wanted it, "I'll go get it if I don't have enough food, now there is still some time."

In less than an hour and a half, there are still one hour and six minutes left. Although Rong Qian is very nervous when she works and studies, it is the first time she sees time walking by minute by minute and second, and she feels indescribable anxiety in her heart, and even feels that the time today is moving too fast.

Yan Lang shook his head, "No, why do you eat this little?"

"I usually only have this amount, and when I eat enough, I will leave."

Rong Qian usually has a small appetite, but now she is still because Yan Lang is in front of him. Rong Qian is so depressed that she is too depressed and insists on eating.

Rong Qian took the plate and returned it to the chef. Because Yan Lang came over, Rong Qian did not use her lunch box this morning. After finding the kitchen chef to reunite, she took the plate specially for guests.

Yan Lang followed Rong Qian with all his steps, trying to show that he was even more reluctant to leave her for a minute. Sure enough, when Rong Qian waited for him, he felt softer and softer. Yan Lang put his right hand into his pocket and secretly rubbed his fingers against the edges of the small box. He calculated the success rate this time again.

Since Rong Qian realized that she valued this relationship and found that she felt that she was in debt to Yan Lang, she naturally wanted to work hard to make up for it.

After leaving the cafeteria, Rong Qian returned to the dormitory, took the tickets and money he saved, took Yan Lang out of the hospital, went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a lot of food, packed two large bags, and stuffed them into Yan Lang in the car opposite the hospital gate.

He was so busy that he was sweating all over. Rong Qian didn't care about wiping the sweat. She raised her hand and looked at her watch. It was already 7:48, and there were still twelve minutes left.

Rong Qian suddenly felt even more violent, as if she was not breathing smoothly.

Yan Lang followed her obediently all the way and watched her busy for herself. At this time, he finally leaned against the car door. Looking up, there was a row of willow trees and a winding river next to it. There was a house opposite the river.

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Yan Lang's voice was low, hesitated for a moment, and raised his hand to touch Rong Qian's head tentatively.

Rong Qian did not avoid it, looked at Yan Lang deeply, and finally couldn't help but get wet.

Yan Lang felt his heart sank, and the plan that he had been turning around suddenly disappeared, and his brows frowned.

Touching Rong Qian's head, his hand went down, his fingers bent, and his calloused index finger shaved the corner of her eyes, "Xiao Rong, can we get a marriage report?"

Without modifying it dozens of times, he could definitely capture Rong Qian's mood at this moment. Yan Lang finally said this sentence so simply and bluntly.

Rong Qian's eyes trembled, then she lowered her head and raised her hand to rub her eyes, making her gaze clearer. Then she looked up at Yan Lang again, and nodded with a firm look, "Okay! I'll write a report today. When your army approves you, I'll come to you to get the certificate."

Rong Qian was shocked by Yan Lang this morning and her emotions were so upset, but many things were just a few seconds to figure it out in an instant.

Before, Rong Qian always felt that her feelings for Yan Lang were still at a level that could be restrained at any time. But after thinking it through, Rong Qian felt guilty and inferior, but she didn't want to let go, nor did she want Yan Lang to know that she was such a despicable and evil person.

At this time, she even had an idea that military marriage is protected by law. Whether for the man or the woman, after getting married, Yan Lang discovered her true face. As long as she disagreed, Yan Lang could not abandon her and divorce her.

Perhaps she inherited not only the despicable man, but also the paranoia of that woman.

Yan Lang got the answer he wanted, but his heart was heavy. He raised his hand and put it on Rong Qian's shoulder. Yan Lang gave Rong Qian a hug with a virtual ring.

Rong Qian's hands trembled. After a while, she raised her hand and put it on Yan Lang's back, bringing the distance between the two of them a little closer.

The author has something to say: Rong Qian has been suppressing and deceiving herself before, thinking that she can treat this relationship freely and feels free, and then she is moved by Yan Lang, and that's it...

I still have poor writing skills and am very frustrated. I can't write what I want as solid as the big guys. I wonder if my friends have any suggestions on learning, books, etc.

The second update ends, see you tomorrow
Chapter completed!