Travel through the 70s, marry the king of soldiers, and become the richest man with space

When Zhao Miao came to the living room dressed in clothes, Zhou Yuan had already changed into his suit.

Although he is about 1.7 meters tall, he is not fat and looks quite straight in a suit.

Song Fuyu suddenly thought of Yan Ziyuan.

He is a full 1.8 meters tall, and he is the typical type who looks thin when dressed but looks fat when undressed. And when he wore short sleeves, she could occasionally see through the fabric his muscles hidden under the clothes, which were full of masculinity.

No, I have to arrange a suit for him when I get back. He will definitely look so handsome in it.

She drove Yan Ziyuan away from her mind and turned her attention back to the newlyweds who were about to get married.

"Miaomiao, I made another tie and a bow tie. Which one do you want to choose?"

"How about trying them all?"

"Row."

"Comrade Zhou, can you wear a tie?"

"Uh... no."

"Then I'll help you get it done first. You can just put it on your neck and adjust it."

They are an unmarried couple. In this era, it is really not convenient for them to go over and help someone else tie their tie.

"The tie is the color that matches the skirt you are wearing. In order to be able to use it every day, I used a collage of dark and light colors."

"Okay, are you satisfied if you stand together and take a look?"

She herself is very satisfied.

Whether it is a skirt or a suit, they try to fit in with some characteristics of this era, and then add some ideas from later generations. It's not obtrusive, but eye-catching. It's very suitable to wear on the wedding day.

She asked them to see the overall effect, but the two people began to stare at each other as if no one was around.

Sure enough, there is a certain degree of accuracy in the saying that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

After they had seen enough, Song Fuyu put Zhou Yuan's tie on again, took a handkerchief of the same color as Zhao Miao's skirt, and folded it in his upper left pocket.

"This is Comrade Zhou's suit. There are two ways to match it with the bride's dress. See which one you like better."

"Fuyu, what should I do? I like both very much."

"This... How about you choose one, Mrs. Zhao?"

Yan Xiuli knew that her daughter had a troubled temperament, so she finally chose to wear a bow tie.

There was no need to modify any of the three sets of clothes, so she declined Zhao Miao's invitation to have a meal. Song Fuyu took the balance of 500 yuan and left the textile factory's family home.

Just wait until the morning of their wedding day to come over and give Zhao Miao makeup.

As happy as Song Fuyu was on his way back to the village, Yan Ziyuan in Lushi felt so sad at the moment.

"Mr. Li, my marriage report has been submitted for a month and a half, why hasn't it been approved yet?"

He went to ask Tuan Zhao, and the other party said that he had already submitted it.

After waiting for so long and still no reply, it can only be that there is a problem with Mr. Li.

So while Li Yunhua was in the office, he immediately came over to inquire about the situation.

He had already told Xiao Yu that he would file a marriage report when he returned to the army. However, more than three months had passed and he had not yet mentioned a reply to Xiao Yu about the marriage report. He didn't know if she would think too much about it.

"You kid, do you know what's going on in your partner's family? This is an opportunity for your competitors to find problems for you for no reason."

He was originally happy to hear that this boy had found a partner and even filed a marriage report.

When he heard the results of the political review, he almost died of anger.

If Yan Ziyuan hadn't been too young, with his accumulated achievements, he would have been able to mention it a long time ago.

There will be an opportunity for promotion at the end of the year. If anyone knows about her partner's family situation, they will inevitably not make a fuss about it.

Next time I want to move up, I might have to wait another two or three years.

He couldn't watch his most admired subordinate ruin his future because of something that could be avoided.

"I can't approve your marriage report!"

"Isn't it just her biological father who is in jail? It's not like she broke the law. She has already severed ties with her and moved her registered permanent residence. What impact will it have?"

"Besides, there's no rule that says you can't marry a soldier if your relative is in jail."

Yan Ziyuan thought that he might conduct repeated investigations, but he did not expect that Mr. Li would stop him directly.

"If you must marry this girl, come to me after the election and promotion at the end of the year, otherwise there will be no discussion."

"You go out, I have something to do."

This was the first time that Li Yunhua spoke so seriously to Yan Ziyuan. In the past, even if he made mistakes, he only focused on education and never said harsh words to him.

This time he was obviously serious.

However, Yan Ziyuan has never been a person who can compromise easily, except of course when he is with Song Fuyu.

After he came out of the division commander's office expressionlessly, he went directly to Zhao Ju's office.

"I'm taking an hour off to go out."

"What are you doing out there?"

The person who knows Yan Ziyuan best in the army is none other than Zhao Ju.

Although his face was expressionless at this time, based on his understanding of this kid, he must be angry.

"Are you angry with Mr. Li?"

"No."

"Hurry up and write me a note. I want to go out."

"You have to tell me what you're going out for."

"I'll call the post office!"

"Oh, you said you're not angry."

"There is a phone number in Mr. Li's office. If you don't call him, why are you looking far away?"

Although Zhao Ju teased him, he quickly wrote him a leave request.

If he is not allowed to go out, he will definitely hold him tight until he agrees.

For the sake of my old bones, it would be better to drive away this evil spirit.

Yan Ziyuan took the leave request and drove the army car directly to the post office in the town.

After explaining his purpose to the post office staff, the other person looked at his military uniform and subconsciously avoided the phone and walked a little further away.

Yan Ziyuan picked up the receiver, turned the numbers on the dial a few times, and waited for the switchboard to manually transfer the call to him.

After waiting for a while, there was finally a sound from the other side.

"Hey?"

"Grandpa, it's me."

"Zi Yuan? Why did you call back suddenly?"

"Grandpa, I filed a marriage report, but was stopped by the division commander. Please help me tell him."

"What? Did you file a marriage report? With whom?"

When Yan Shun heard that his daughter-in-law had repeatedly urged her to get married, but had received no response, her grandson suddenly said that he had filed a marriage report. He couldn't hold it back and asked excitedly.

"Who? Xiaoyuan is getting married?"

When Yan Ziyuan's grandma heard what the old man said, she hurriedly put down what she was holding and moved closer to the receiver.

"Xiaoyuan, I'm grandma, are you getting married? To whom? Where is the girl from?"

Yan Ziyuan briefly introduced Song Fuyu's situation on the other end of the phone. Although he wanted to hide it before, he now had to tell his grandparents about Song Hao's imprisonment on the phone.

"Is it because of the situation in the girl's family that Li Yunhua blocked your marriage report?"

"Well, he said we'll wait until the end of the year after the election."

"I know, I'll call that brat."

"Hurry up and take some time to bring this girl home and show us if you hear us! I'm waiting for your grandpa!"

After saying that, Yan Shun hung up the phone without waiting for Yan Ziyuan to say goodbye.

He picked up the receiver again and dialed Li Yunhua's office.