Commander Lu teased his wife when he saw him: "Otherwise, you can change a watch every day."

"I think I can only wear it for you to send it to Lu Huan. The gifts given by Lu Jun and Lieutenant Colonel Jiang are too expensive. If you wear it, you are afraid of being robbed." Mrs. Lu put two famous watches into an exclusive expensive box and said truthfully.

"Who dares to steal the things my children gave to my wife? I will draw my gun and kill him." Commander Lu said majesticly.

This is the catchphrase of the soldier's husband, and Mrs. Lu smiled and did not answer.

Commander Lu climbed onto the bed and began to ask his wife curiously: "Who did you like the gift you gave the most today?"

"Everyone likes it, no matter how different ones." Mrs. Lu answered this question without thinking.

Parents should not do things like bias, because if parents do this, the children will end up suffering. She is a experienced person and has suffered a lot. No matter what she says, she will not let this happen to her own flesh and blood. She teaches her children to love each other since childhood.

He knew that his wife would answer like this. Commander Lu raised his thick eyebrows, pointed at Mr. Jiang's famous watch, and said, "I clearly saw someone who had a greeting card, where did you put it?"

Unexpectedly, my husband was so angry that he even put a small greeting card in his heart.

Mrs. Lu had a confidential smile on her lips: There was a handwritten congratulations written by Manman, and she would keep them in the most precious box for the rest of her life.

"Do you think she will like the house we prepared?" Commander Lu was destined to be unable to sleep tonight because his daughter slept in the house he prepared.

If Manman likes it, he can stay here for the rest of his life. He can see his daughter by opening the door every day.

The husband said nothing, but Mrs. Lu felt a little confident. She closed the lid, pulled out the drawer, took out a photo, thinking: If my daughter saw the photos on the desk there, would she recall them?

The next morning, Mrs. Lu got up early, prepared soy milk and buns, and asked Lu Huan to send it to Mr. Jiang and Manman who were sleeping opposite her.

Lu Huanxing rushed over and knocked on the door, but Young Master Jiang opened the door.

"Where is sister?" Lu Huan asked, and no manicure was seen when he reached into the living room.

Comrade Jiang Yan felt a little guilty. This morning he got up and found that his wife had gotten up earlier than him and left him. He only left a note for him, telling him that his stupid acting skills were leaked in the middle of the night last night. As a punishment, he was asked to deal with the Lu family alone this morning.

"She said she was in a hurry to go home and had something to do." Young Master Jiang made up a lie temporarily.

When Lu Huan heard this, he raised his beautiful eyebrows: This brother-in-law is really useless, and he actually let his sister escape?

Soy milk and buns were stuffed into Mr. Jiang's arms and ordered: "Remember to keep half of them and take them back for my sister to eat. My mother made them by herself when she woke up in the morning."

Carrying the soy milk buns made by Mrs. Lu, Jiang Yan ran home in a few steps because he was about to go back to school.

In the snack hall at home, Manman’s wife prepared a sumptuous breakfast, including skin egg, lean meat porridge and fried dough sticks, waiting for her husband to go home to eat.

Comrade Jiang Yan was in a dilemma and had to spread his belly, stuff the breakfast prepared by his wife and mother-in-law for him into his stomach, and told his wife: "You should eat at least one of the buns Mrs. Lu made for us."

"Okay, you can leave it, I'll eat later." Manman said without blinking.

"Manman." Seeing that his wife was in trouble, she was probably annoyed his fraud last night, and said softly, "Are you annoying me?"

"What's wrong with me? You need to curry favor with your boss and your wife. As a wife, I must cooperate with you." After that, he held his big glasses and narrowed his eyes. "But, Ayan, your boss is good to you again. Your home is here, not your boss's house."

Comrade Jiang Yan Khan: Didn’t my wife be moved last night? It was strange. She was a little moved after his careful and confidential observation last night. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have agreed to perform the show later.

"Aren't you going back to school?" Manman pointed at the needle without giving her husband a chance to talk too much.

Speaking of official business, Jiang Yan did not dare to neglect it. He swallowed the buns made by Mrs. Lu, drank the lean meat porridge made by his wife in the bowl, and wiped his sleeves and said, "I'm full. You remember to go to Colonel Lu's unit today. Do you still remember the address? If you don't remember, I will tell him to pick you up."

My husband is afraid that she is worried about something wrong with her body because she vomits on the plane. Manman pouts and wants to say: It’s not impossible not to go to Jun Ye to see it, but to see it in other places.

Crescent Yaer's eyes were covered under his glasses and replied: "Well, I remember, you don't have to call him to tell him. He is so busy, I'll just go and find it."

Jun Ye is very busy. Last night, Lu Huan said that he hadn't been home all night.

During the routine of leaving home, he kissed his wife hard, and Young Master Jiang left the house and set out to school.

After my husband left, because I couldn't get enough time to sort out my luggage after returning from my hometown when I got home yesterday, I opened my suitcase and had to wash the clothes I should wash. I was busy until noon. After drying my clothes, I thought that my husband would not call her to question her if she didn't care for her. She took a bag and went out, and expected to go to a nearby community hospital to register.

I plan to take the initiative before Jun Ye can file a lawsuit with me before he can file a lawsuit with me.

The nearest community hospital is here. I asked people, but I heard it was not far away, half an hour away.

She went straight into the door. She had never been here before. When she saw that the registration was divided into two windows, one for the civilians, the other for the soldiers and the family members. It seemed that it was a hospital run by the army.

Her husband is a soldier, and she is considered a soldier's family. But Manman didn't want to be special, so she walked to another window and was lined up behind the elderly for the people.

Just placing a registration, I waited for about twenty minutes.

The old man and grandma who were queuing in front were chatting, talking about the famous professors who were taking the clinic in person today, so they came here to queue up to register very early.

When it was Manman's turn, Manman asked the person at the registration office: "Is there a professor here for the consultation today?"

"have."

"Can you hang the professor's number?"

The person at the registration office looked at her in confusion: "Do you have a heart disease?"

Manman finally knew that she had made a mistake. She was a professor of cardiology. She didn't have this disease and joined in the fun. Crescent eyes were embarrassed: "I'm in the gastrointestinal department."

"The professor can also see the gastroenterology department." The person at the registration office said, "But there are too many people today, and the professor can't see it. You can wait for the next time."

"When will it be next time?"

"This depends on the arrangements of our partner unit. If you want to hop the number of the professor who is attending the clinic today, I don't know when it will be."

Such a strange professor, Manman is purely curious, but actually doesn't like to join in the fun, saying, "I'm not seriously ill, don't have other doctors?"

"You can go through internal medicine."

Community hospitals do not divide the subjects too carefully, and chronic gastroenterology is a doctor of internal medicine.

Manman took the registration paper and walked to the internal medicine department. In a corridor, there was a clinic in the internal medicine department. In front of the internal medicine department was the professor's clinic, which was filled with people waiting for the clinic.

When I passed the old ladies in line, I heard the old ladies discussing: I heard that the professor is a handsome man.

Manmanzhi: It turns out that I don’t see a doctor, I just come to see handsome guys.

As we walked, we were about to reach the internal medicine clinic. Suddenly, the old ladies lined up and heard the sound of the door handle wandering. The man who walked out from inside was more than just handsome, delicate facial features, as beautiful as an immortal descending to earth.

The old ladies all opened their hearts.

Manman wanted to quickly hold her head and see where there was a hole in the ground to bury herself.

No one can fake Mr. Yao's amazingly beautiful handsome face.

"Manman?"

Master Yao's voice came to his mind.

Pretend to not hear, take two more steps to dock.

The arm was grabbed by a hand: "Manman, didn't you hear me calling you?"

Turning his head, holding up his big glasses, pretending to be confused, his mouth slowly unfolds in a small ambiguous curve: "Col. Yao."

"Why are you here?" Yao Ziye blinked his confused eyes first, then his brows spread, as if he had made an excuse for her. His thin and charming lips were like the spring breeze in March, "You go to our unit to find us, and the people there will tell you who are here."

Yueyaer's eyebrows were twisting hard and twisting again and again, but in fact she wanted to shake out the registration paper in her left hand in front of Master Yao: Sorry, I, Manman, don't have the face to sell me.

"Come in. Mr. Lu is waiting for you." As he said that, Mr. Yao pulled her without saying a word and walked into the room through a series of old ladies who were screaming.

A patient inside happened to walk out after seeing her. Yao Ziye took this opportunity to bring her in and closed the door.

"Sit down." Mr. Yao said.

Manman looked around, where was he sitting?

A clean and scented room with a table in the middle. The cold Jun Ye sat behind the table, holding a pen in his right hand writing, and his cold eyebrows were frowning for a while. When he heard Mr. Yao talk, he looked up and his cold eyes locked her like a small circle.

It seemed like something was scratching her heart, and Manman tightened the strap of her backpack with her fingers.

Where there are icebergs, it looks like Antarctica everywhere.

He rubbed the floor tiles under his feet, turned his head, avoiding the cold air of his cold eyes, and asked like a joke: "Didn't you say professor?"

"Professor? Oh, are you talking about Professor Zhang? He suddenly had a lung disease last night and was sent to our unit for emergency treatment. Because he firmly remembered that he had made an appointment to come here for a medical consultation today, Lu Jun came to the medical consultation on his behalf." Yao Ziye explained the whole story, and then said to her, "Actually, they shouldn't ask you to come here, they should have called us. We will sit here until four o'clock and leave."

"But there are so many people queuing outside--" Manman pointed at her finger outside the door, hesitating a little.

These old ladies are all here to see the handsome guys. If they can't see the handsome guys going back, would they sigh a pity?

"There is no way to do this. What they want to see is actually Professor Zhang, not us." Mr. Yao said with a smile, and saw that she had not sat down for a long time, so he had to move the chair next to Mr. Jun to sit for her.

The two masters actually don’t know their own charm?

Manman sighed in his heart.

Mr. Yao has moved the chair in front of her, and she has to sit even if she doesn’t.

"Get a glass of water, there is still half an hour." Not only did you move the chair, Mr. Yao poured water for her personally.

Manman hurriedly took the water cup and said, "You guys are busy. I can just wait outside."

Her narrow eyes flashed through her pocket that had just been stuffed into the notes, and her eyes flashed and she smiled: "No, you can sit here, Lieutenant Colonel Jiang and us will be more at ease."

These words are concise and to the point. Manman drank a sip of water and burned her tongue: Could it be that she saw her registration paper?

When the next patient came in, Manman sat in an inconspicuous corner, watching how the two masters worked.

Mr. Yao’s task is to help write the order.

The person who works in the main job is Jun Ye.

Thinking of Lu Huan telling her last night: To learn more about Bingshan Lord, you can see when Bingshan Lord works.

Holding the glasses frame, she looked left and right, feeling that Bingshan was no different from before. She always had a sensational appearance, as if everyone owed him 100,000 yuan.

Time passed by minute by minute, gradually, as if there was something, the Bingye gradually changed in her eyes.

I remember that every time the ice eyes melted, she had an incredible illusion. However, today, she could see clearly that it seemed that the feeling was not her illusion. The ice eyes were not iced all the time, at least, at work, but the ice eyes were not completely iced, but the bright liquid flowed under the ice layer on the surface.

A pair of warm ice eyes?
To be continued...