Shen Yunchao kept warning himself in his heart: Xiao Shen, please, stop pretending, it's nothing to lose face. If you really want to annoy Dou Xiandong who seems to be in a bad mood, you will lose face!
"sure!"
Shen Yunchao is such a proud man and cannot allow himself to say no!
"Please." Han Jiangxue narrowed her beautiful eyes and raised the corners of her lips slightly.
She suddenly felt that it was really enjoyable to live like Zhang Ruoyu, who was willful, thick-skinned, laughing and scolding.
How tiring is it to carry it?
It doesn’t matter what the image is, it doesn’t matter what the image is, at least it’s fun.
The couple watched Shen Yunchao go to Shivering to ask for the tickets. Han Jiangxue asked, "Do you think he can get the tickets?"
"How did I know?" Zhang Ruoyu took out his pockets with both hands and glanced around a few times. The scene was so big and lively. The memorial service was held like a fair.
Seeing that he didn't seem to be interested, Han Jiangxue simply looked around.
Wherever I could see them, the Beimang troops all had cold faces and few words. Some of them were even as motionless as a stone.
No soldier is as cruel and venomous as Zhang Ruoyu.
"I actually never quite understand why you are so poor-tongued and yet so poisonous. Sometimes it's quite funny how poisonous you are."
With nothing to do, Han Jiangxue chatted with Zhang Ruoyu in such a formal tone for the first time.
She was very curious, could a man who could make Long Fei call him the squad leader and attract five thousand Bei Mang troops to congratulate him on his happy wedding, really look like a scoundrel as she saw?
At least when there was a car accident that day, he acted very manly and quite fierce.
"I have been a living treasure since I was a child." Zhang Ruoyu lit a cigarette and said with a grin.
"In Beimang, everyone says I am a cute pistachio."
Han Jiangxue frowned slightly, this bastard...
"The Beimang Army standing here, including the group of soldiers who followed Dou Xiandong, and even Dou Xiandong himself, they all look serious and cold." Han Jiangxue said with slightly opened red lips.
"From a certain point of view, their appearance is the image of soldiers in my mind, and it should also be in line with most people's imagination of soldiers."
Zhang Ruoyu standing in front of her, even a ten-year veteran, even a cook, shouldn't be too funny...
"Your thinking is a bit narrow-minded." Zhang Ruoyu exhaled thick smoke and shrugged.
"First of all, they are somewhat suspected of pretending to be cool."
"Secondly, General Zhang's ashes are lying there, so I have to give him a little face to make him look a little sad, right?"
"Finally, humor requires talent."
"Let me ask you this, have you ever seen a funnier man than me in your life?"
"——"
Han Jiangxue couldn't hold herself any longer.
I'm not sure if there's anything funnier.
But when it comes to your face, you are invincible.
"It is undeniable that you do have some talent."
Han Jiangxue admitted.
As long as this guy wasn't disgusting with her, she really found it funny.
"But how do you manage to serve in the combat force for ten years and still remain optimistic as always?" Han Jiangxue tilted her head and looked at Zhang Ruoyu. "I have no other intention, just pure curiosity."
Zhang Ruoyu's behavior so far does not look like a veteran who has been in the legendary combat force for ten years. The contrast is too great.
It’s as big as a university teacher jumping up and down on the podium every day, and it’s as big as a migrant worker who returns to his dormitory after exhausting work, and actually sobers himself up with a glass of red wine and then plays a Mozart symphony on a vinyl record. .
The contrast was so great that Han Jiangxue was a little confused.
"Stop being curious, we can't live together for a few days." Zhang Ruoyu said carelessly.
"Instead of thinking about it here, you might as well take advantage of this period to learn from my precious optimistic spirit."
After saying that, he raised his hand and pointed forward: "Master Shen is really going to get it."
Han Jiangxue was diverted from the topic and looked at her face to face: "Do you really have a few neighbors who want to come?"
"No." Zhang Ruoyu shook his head.
"Then if he really brings the tickets, what will you do?" Han Jiangxue was a little speechless.
"I will give him a thumbs up," Zhang Ruoyu said word by word. "And I would also like to say that Mr. Shen is awesome!"
"——"
Chen Yunchao came to Dou Xiandong tremblingly, but was almost pushed away by several powerful subordinates.
"Is something wrong?" Dou Xiandong glanced sideways at Shen Yunchao, his tone extremely indifferent.
"Brother Dong, I have a few relatives here who also want to show off General Zhang's style. I don't know if it's inconvenient for you to do so -" Shen Yunchao said cautiously.
"It's inconvenient." Dou Xiandong said with an indifferent expression. "Get out."
Shen Yun walked away embarrassedly.
Dou Xiandong's cold eyes fell on the coffin again.
There was no sign of anger, hatred, or regret in his eyes.
Regarding the man in the coffin whom he had never seen before, Dou Xiandong's mood was so complex that even if there were thousands of words, it would be difficult to describe it.
Shen Yunchao walked back dejectedly, spread his hands helplessly and said, "Mr. Han, I just asked, and my brother said there are no more tickets in Beimang."
Han Jiangxue's face was expressionless, as if she had expected that he would say this.
"Master Shen, telling lies will cost you a thousand needles," Zhang Ruoyu said with a strange air.
"If you don't believe me, ask yourself! Aren't you a veteran of Beimang? If you can get the tickets, why are you looking for me?" Shen Yunchao said dissatisfied.
"Isn't this a chance for Mr. Shen to show off?" Zhang Ruoyu said playfully. "It's a pity that I gave you a chance but you didn't use it."
Shen Yunchao immediately became anxious and cursed angrily: "Grandson, don't stay so fucking weird here! If you really have the ability, go and get it! After all, I know Dou Xiandong, why the hell are you pretending to be a stinky cook here? "
"I'm just confused. You're a loser who spent ten years in Beimang before becoming a squad leader. Where do you get the confidence to show off like this?"
"If you don't know, you still think you can be brothers with Marshal Long Fei!"
Shen Yunchao was filled with evil anger. He had just been scolded by Dou Xiandong and was disgusted by Zhang Ruoyu. He didn't care what Han Jiangxue thought of him, so he scolded him thoroughly first.
Zhang Ruoyu grinned. It was Beimang's home game today, so he would not cause trouble. There would be plenty of opportunities to deal with this clown in the future.
He was just about to pull Han Jiangxue away, but he found this girl standing motionless, her beautiful face covered with frost.
It was obvious that she was angry.
Because the man surnamed Shen yelled at Zhang Ruoyu.
What happened to the cook?
Stealing your rice for cooking?
I, Han Jiangxue, can just say something disgusting, that’s the man I got the certificate from, why are you barking like a dog here?
Is it amazing to know Dou Xiandong?
"He can really pretend in front of you." Han Jiangxue opened her red lips slightly and said with cold eyes. "Because he can really be brothers with Beimang Marshal Long Fei."
Shen Yunchao's emotions were completely out of control, and he even lost face to Han Jiangxue!
"Mr. Han, be careful when you talk nonsense!"
Han Jiangxue's face was expressionless.
Zhang Ruoyu, who was standing aside, glanced at the woman with disgust.
This bitch has to make trouble for this man!
Snap.
Zhang Ruoyu lit a cigarette, adjusted his posture and micro-expressions, and then said word for word: "Strictly speaking, what Mr. Han said is not accurate."
"Long Fei will never dare to call me brother in front of me. He is just a younger brother."
