When the meal was halfway through, Jack came over and sat on the chair on the other side.

Casey had closed his eyes and fell asleep. Children are like this. If they fall asleep, they can fall asleep in the blink of an eye.

Seeing her languid look, Jack lowered his voice and tried not to disturb Kathy: "Someone came today and persuaded me to join the army. I said you are in the hospital and can't take care of your family. I can't be a soldier."

He will definitely be a good stepfather in the future, and Jack knows how to avoid taboos. If he were a biological father, he would lie next to his young daughter and read a storybook, but Jack sat beside the bed.

Regarding Jack's character, you can rest assured.

For such a man, nothing can be said to let him go!

Xining frowned slightly: "What do you mean, grassroots recruitment?"

"No, it's the captain who came back to see you last time." Jack was obviously very moved: "He said, I will be an orderly this time, in the rear. The working hours are according to the clerk's time, and I will send Casey to the kindergarten every day. When I get off work,

I'll get it back just in time, there won't be any delay. All I can say is that I'll discuss it with you after you come back."

Xi Ning's mind was spinning rapidly, even though she was half exhausted now.

Then it might be Davis's arrangement. Sure enough, Jack said: "He asked me to fill out a form, and also showed me your application form...so I wrote it truthfully."

Well, not only she, but also everything about Jack is understood clearly.

Davis should have read the watch, and retrieved Jack's previous army resume from the system, so he determined that Jack should be suppressed. The duty of a soldier is to obey, and Jack should be obedient in any aspect, whether emotionally, financially, or

Military orders cannot be refused or resisted.

But all this was disrupted by her "illness".

Jack took one of her hands and was so excited that he couldn't even speak: "I, I'm very happy... you finally plan to be with me."

Apply for a death certificate for a missing person... Xining sighed slightly, if he hadn't been pretending to be sick today, it's possible that the person we were with wouldn't be you.

"And..." Jack squeezed her hand gently, his eyes as soft as water: "I am actually a retired soldier, and I was a former Army Delta Force."

I know, I know you are not a mortal... Xining's headache is getting worse and worse. Can you please stop asking her to use her brain now? It's too tiring.

Jack said hesitantly: "I think..."

"I know." Xining sighed, as if he was too tired to think about anything: "Go if you want to. If something happens, you will still be dragged into cannon fodder. It's better to go now and accumulate some popularity."

Jack was immediately happy and clenched his hands involuntarily: "Thank you!"

"Hiss~" She grimaced in pain. The strength of her hand was so strong that Jack quickly let go and looked nervously to see if her hand was pinched.

This is an operation. It can save the injured person's hand, but cannot injure it.

Looking at the long and slender hand, like an artist's, Jack couldn't bear to let go, but she had to eat. He could only look at this hand with regret and leave the rough palm.

After eating, I brushed my teeth and lay down to sleep. I slept with Kathy, and Jack went back to the children's room to sleep.

When she woke up, she was awakened by the sounds around her. Jack was asking Kathy to eat breakfast quickly and also helped her comb her pigtails.

Xi Ning smiled sincerely when she saw Jack, a tall, rough man, helping Casey comb her pigtails.

"I'll do it!" Xining wanted to take the comb.

"I can handle it. You have to have breakfast quickly. You have to go to work today." Jack braided his braids and said, "I learned how to tie knots in the army. This is nothing."

She laughed. In a place like that, the knots used were either used to tie people up or to kill people. They were used to braid pigtails for little girls. It was overkill.

The kindergarten here is arranged according to the working hours of military civilian employees, starting at 8:30 in the morning and ending at 4:30 in the afternoon. If there is no one at home, you can work the evening shift until 6:00. Therefore, the treatment is really good.

Jack took Kathy to kindergarten, and she continued to eat breakfast. After eating, she had to go to work.

I met Jack on the road. He was wearing casual clothes, just jeans and a white T-shirt. Among a group of soldiers in military uniforms who looked very powerful, he still stood out. Mainly because of his figure, which was tall and strong, and he had tattoos on his arms.

It's also eye-catching.

Soldiers in this country are allowed to have tattoos. Tattoos are even more popular among high-risk troops. In the past, during wars, when a person was found, they might be completely unrecognizable. In an era without DNA, the only way to identify someone was through the identification tag around their neck.

If the cards are gone or damaged, the special tattoos on the body become a way of identifying oneself.

Although advanced technology now exists, even if there is only one tooth left, DNA can be extracted from the pulp to identify the identity, but tattoos have become a habit and can be regarded as a beautiful sight in the special forces.

After the two met, she thought for a while and said: "I don't object to joining the army, but don't take the initiative. When the captain comes, you will only agree if you think the position is suitable."

Jack nodded: "Okay. You go to work first, don't work too hard."

"Yeah!" After saying this briefly, she continued walking.

When we arrived at the hospital, there was a new schedule posted on the bulletin board with special stickers, and the body owner's name was listed in it.

As expected, they were all working day shifts, not even on duty, so they really took good care of her.

"Doctor Lewis?" A clerical staff member wearing a white coat came over: "Welcome to join, we need to discuss some things, please follow me."

First, I filled out the form, and then I filled it out, but I filled it out on the computer. Looking at the marital status column, if this country used to fill in very private questions when applying for jobs. Even age, in some places, was not filled in.

It is controlled both internally and externally. To avoid being accused of violating human rights, you can complain to the labor union or file a lawsuit in court.

But this was not the time, and she was in the military. After hesitation, she finally filled in "to be widowed."

The application for the death of a missing person is currently pending. Isn’t that “waiting to be widowed”?

I just hope that the application will be approved soon, and her mission will basically be over. Let the owner of the body marry Jack as soon as possible, live happily together, have a lot of children, and make a contribution to the future of the earth.

After filling out the information required for employment, I went to the locker room to get my own wardrobe. I also received three sets of work clothes, as well as work shoes and protective equipment.

The other party took her around the hospital and introduced her as he went. He explained in detail the get off work schedule, work and rest time, rules and regulations, and also introduced the doctors, nurses, caregivers, security guards, etc. on duty along the way.

On the first day, even if the memory of the body owner was not bad, because the person was wearing a mask and talked a lot, he could only remember a few things, and the person basically didn’t recognize a few of them. Anyway, it’s so busy here, so if you call someone
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