The love of the spicy female soldier is a last resort

Early the next morning, Mi Lan drove to the military headquarters in City B for a meeting.This meeting is mainly to summarize the achievements of various arms this year and to discuss the deployment of troops to the southwestern border area next year. The participants are all senior cadres above the regiment level.And Mi Lan participated in the meeting as a deputy instead of Tie Long this time, making people who didn't know that the superior chief intended to let Mi Lan take over Tie Long's position, so when they greeted each other, there was congratulations inside and out.

Mi Lan felt distressed in her heart, and after dealing with these people with a wry smile on her face, she was about to leave when she saw a man standing by the wall beside him, about 30 years old, wearing a military uniform, mighty and straight, with a dark smile on his face Some need to be beaten.

Seeing that it was him, Mi Lan's face paled, and she shouted: "Mo Zhiyang, the show is over, put away your schadenfreude expression!"

After being shouted at by Mi Lan, Mo Zhiyang seemed to instantly return to the days when he was a soldier under Mi Lan's hands, like a conditioned reflex, his smile faded away, he immediately straightened up, and gave a very serious military salute, "Yes, sir! "

Mo Zhiyang's expression changed too quickly, which actually made Mi Lan feel annoyed and amused, brushing away the previous unhappiness, and asked: "Wait for me here, what's the matter?"

Mo Zhiyang, who was still serious just now, immediately felt itchy again, and teased with a smile: "It's nothing, I just came to see Deputy Brigadier Mi's embarrassment."

As soon as the words fell, Mi Lan kicked it, Mo Zhiyang seemed to have expected it, dodged swiftly, and shouted while hiding: "Hey, I didn't kick it."

At this moment, Mo Zhiyang was like a mischievous child in front of Mi Lan, not at all like a major should be.

Mi Lan glared at him fiercely, and uttered a word: "Get lost!"

"Don't tell me, it's just a joke." Mo Zhiyang didn't dare to really annoy Mi Lan, "You said you did it because of Tang Muyang?" He had never seen this woman bow her head in front of anyone, and just now she was This group of people didn't dare to argue, tsk tsk, is this still the Mi Lan in his impression?

Mi Lan glanced at him, did not speak, raised her hand to look at her watch, turned around and was about to leave.

"That's right, I'm talking about business." Mo Zhiyang grabbed Mi Lan who was about to leave, and originally wanted to gossip about Lele, but ended up making fun of himself, and really lost to her. "The old man gave an order. After the meeting in the afternoon, let me take you home for dinner!"

Mi Lan raised her brows, she knew that this kid Mo Zhiyang would not wait for him here for no reason. It turned out that he was sent by the old man, "The old man plans to lecture me at night?"

Mo Zhiyang gave Mi Lan a blank look, "It's my queen mother who misses you, and personally gave the old man an order for you to come over for dinner, and the old man had no choice but to obey. However, the old man must have nothing good to say when he sees you, so be careful. "Knowing that Milan came to City B, his queen mother was very happy for a long time, talking about Milan and Milan, she didn't know where to put her son.

"My aunt doesn't know about what I reported, right?" Mo Zhiyang's mother is Mi Lan's aunt, who protects her shortcomings. She has always been worried about the divorce between her and Tang Muyang. No matter how she explains, my aunt just can't listen Going in, he scolded instead, "If you say divorce, he will divorce him. Does he take you in his heart?"Don't want a man like this!Hey, after such a long time, I don't know if my aunt has put down her prejudice against Lao Tang in her heart.

"Still hiding it, the old man is afraid that my mother will stand by your side if she finds out, and gives the order to die. If I dare to reveal it to her, I will break my leg." Mi Lan and his old man were plotting against each other .

Mi Lan rubbed the center of her brows with some headaches. The old man disagreed with her quitting Chiying, and the aunt's position is still unknown. It seems that she was the one to suffer at night.Looking at Mo Zhiyang in front of him, looking at the tiger fighting from afar, wishing to see a good show, Mi Lan really wanted to beat him up.But——it really must be him to fix my aunt.

Seemingly seeing what Mi Lan was thinking, Mo Zhiyang started to get nervous again, with an expression that if you beg me quickly, I will help.

But with Mi Lan's stubborn nature, she was tough in asking for help, so she directly asked, "Would you help?"

Mo Zhiyang shrugged his shoulders, thinking it was none of his business.

"Not helping?" Mi Lan raised her eyebrows, and her voice couldn't help raising a few decibels.

Mo Zhiyang stretched out a hand and said with a smile: "Is there any benefit for you?"

"Benefits?" Mi Lan's eyes flashed, and she smiled knowingly, "Yes, of course—"

As soon as the word "yes" fell, Mi Lan suddenly made a ruthless hand, unable to reach the defense, grabbed Mo Zhiyang's tie, and struck quickly, ruthlessly, and accurately, leaving no room for Mo Zhiyang to fight back.

"It's good for you to help me a little bit. Are you itchy? Just a word, should I help or not?" Mi Lan threatened in a low voice. If she doesn't help, it's up to her to deal with him tomorrow.

Mo Zhiyang didn't expect Mi Lan to make a move. The tie was held by Mi Lan in his hand, and it became tighter and tighter, and his breathing was almost difficult, so he hurriedly begged for mercy, "Help, I'll help! Sister, hurry up... hurry up let go..."

That's about the same, Mi Lan snorted lightly, let go, patted Xiao Mo on the shoulder, and said meaningfully: "Xiao Mo, if you don't succeed, you will succeed, you understand!" After finishing speaking, she turned and walked to the conference room.

Mo Zhiyang was crying, and this woman threatened him before leaving.Tang Muyang, do you know that your woman is so fierce? !

After the meeting in the afternoon, Mo Zhiyang drove his military vehicle to pick up Mi Lan on time.

"Sister, if the old man talks about you later, you can bear it, and don't talk back to the old man. The old man has a bad temper, and if he is stubborn, he can't be pulled back by ten cows." As soon as Mi Lan got into the car, Mo Zhiyang began to urge .

"Understood, I will definitely not fight back when hit or scolded." Mi Lan looked at the mirror on the car and straightened her temple hair, and asked, "I haven't lost weight recently, have I? Otherwise, my aunt will nag again when she sees her." Non-stop." I haven't seen my aunt for more than a year, and the time flies so fast.

Mo Zhiyang glanced at it, and replied with a little shame: "No, Tang Muyang raised you very well, you are round and smooth."

"Oh, that's fine."

Compared to Mi Lan's calmness, Mo Zhiyang was a little anxious, "I said sister, why are you not nervous about seeing a cat at all?" The old man is still holding the two reports!

Mi Lan pursed her lips and analyzed: "This old cat of yours is afraid of your queen mother. With your queen mother here, what am I afraid of? So your task at night is to persuade my aunt to side with me. I quit Chiying , my aunt definitely agrees. But my aunt's impression of Tang Muyang...is not very good. I say Tang Muyang's ten sentences are good, maybe it's better for others to say one. So Xiao Mo, at night, you will use the method you used to deal with your queen mother , only success is not allowed to fail."

"I'm going, it seems that I have a heavy responsibility tonight!" Mo Zhiyang patted his forehead and sighed, "I don't know what medicine this Tang Muyang gave you to make you quit Chiying and resist the old man .”

"I'm called Ji Liu bravely retreating. If I don't quit Chiying, where will it be your juniors' turn to fight?" Mi Lan joked instead.

"Well, then I have to thank you."

"Isn't it?" Mi Lan laughed, and suddenly remembered that she hadn't told Lao Tang that she would not go back for dinner at night. After hesitating for a while, she took out her mobile phone and sent Lao Tang a text message: The old comrades in the army will gather at night, see you later go back.

Lao Tang, who was having a meeting in the conference room, frowned when he saw the text message.reunion?Her comrades are all wolves!But the text message replied very generously: Good wife, have fun!

Seeing these words, the corners of Mi Lan's mouth could not help but slightly curled up, and her eyes were full of smiles.

Mo Zhiyang glanced aside, couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, in the army Milan tamed a lot of hot-blooded men, but she was tamed by a Tang Muyang, and she fell into the hands of the same man twice.Just for this, he really admired Tang Muyang a little bit. "Sister, I feel that your current state is that having a brother-in-law is enough for this life!"

Hearing this, Mi Lan pursed her lips into a smile, squinted her eyes slightly, leaned her head on the seat, listened to the brisk music in the car, and sighed quietly, "Yeah, this life is enough! Zhi Yang, in fact... last year I I want to quit Chiying, but the timing is wrong. I have been tense in Chiying for decades, and I am really tired. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older. I want to grab something more and more, and I’m afraid of time. Waiting for no one... He, I really owe him too much..."

After driving for about 10 minutes, I finally arrived at the military compound in city B.Mo Zhiyang parked the car in front of his own villa, and as soon as the two got out of the car, Mo Zhiyang shouted loudly towards his yard: "Mom, I brought your precious niece over."

"Mo Zhiyang, why is your mouth so poor." Mi Lan said in a low voice, a little embarrassed.

"Finally know you're nervous?" Mo Zhiyang teased, "Sister, calm down, calm down..."

As soon as Mo Zhiyang's voice fell, the door was opened with a "bang", and a woman of about 50 years old walked out of the room. She was still wearing an apron, and she obviously just came out of the kitchen.

Her brows are somewhat similar to Mi Lan's. Unlike Mi Lan's fierce and powerful, she gives people an elegant and approachable intimacy under the influence of art.That was Mi Lan's aunt——Xie Junhe, who was the vice president of the Artists Association of City B. After retiring, she took care of her grandson at home, raised flowers, and occasionally painted when she was in the mood.As soon as she saw Mi Lan, she was overjoyed and couldn't wait to greet her.

"It's finally here, my blue is finally here, let my aunt take a good look, hehe... My blue is still so beautiful." She smiled and took Mi Lan's hand, and stroked the corners of Mi Lan's eyes affectionately hair, as if a mother saw her daughter whom she hadn't seen for a long time, she was so happy beyond words.

"That's it, don't look at whose niece I am." Mi Lan turned a corner and praised her aunt, which made her laugh out loud. "Auntie, how are you doing recently?"

"Okay, okay, okay, I just miss you, girl, and you don't know how often you come to see my aunt. You see, my aunt's white hair at the temples is all because of you, a heartless girl." Xie Junhe pretended to be angry scolded lightly.

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault. I will definitely come here often in the future."

"You girl, you have a sweet mouth. Come, come, come in, my aunt has cooked your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs, you must eat more later."

"That is necessary." Mi Lan replied with a smile.

My aunt dragged Mi Lan into the house, and as soon as she stepped into the living room, Mi Lan saw her uncle sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper - Mo Zhengfeng, the deputy commander of the Southwest Military Region.He has short gray hair and is wearing a washed-out military uniform. Sitting there like this, he gives off a calm and solemn expression.

For this little uncle, Mi Lan respected and admired her very much. She stepped forward a few steps and gave a solemn military salute, "Hello, Chief!"

Mo Zhengfeng didn't have the enthusiasm of his wife, and his restraint as a soldier made it impossible to see his happiness and anger, so he just nodded slightly, "Sit down, Zhiyang, go and pour a cup of tea for your sister."

"Yes!" In front of his old man, Mo Zhiyang did not dare to behave wildly.

"Milan, how many times have I said this? This is at home, not in the army. I don't care about any chief. Your little uncle is a bad old man at home." Xie Junhe cast a reproachful look at her old man, she can't You are not allowed to bring the military tactics into your home. "Mi Lan, sit down and rest for a while, and then Auntie can go to the kitchen and cook a few more dishes."

After Mo Zhiyang poured Mi Lan tea, he gave her a reassuring look, and walked into the kitchen with interest, helping his mother prepare dinner together.So, in the huge living room, only Mi Lan and the old man were left sitting face to face.The old man still flipped through the newspaper in his hand calmly, but Mi Lan couldn't hold back anymore, holding tea in her hand, thinking about how to speak, "Little uncle..."

"Your aunt hasn't been this happy for a long time. Once I see you, I feel excited about doing everything." She seemed to know what Mi Lan was going to say. As soon as she opened her mouth, she was interrupted by Mo Zhengfeng, with some emotion in her tone .

Mi Lan pursed her lips, swallowed what she wanted to say, and smiled wryly, "Then I have to thank my little uncle for letting me come to the meeting for Tie Long this time."

Mo Zhengfeng snorted disapprovingly, "Then thank you for throwing those two bombs."

Mi Lan's eyes flashed, and she asked cautiously: "Then little uncle plans...how to dispose of these two bombs?"

Mo Zhengfeng frowned with thick eyebrows, not angry but mighty, and spit out three words: "Throw it back!"

Mi Lan's heart sank, she looked at her little uncle, speechless for a while.

Mo Zhengfeng couldn't understand Mi Lan's expression, he had been a soldier for so many years, how could he be so promising!The anger in my heart suddenly came up, and I said sharply: "Follow me to the study!"

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