Special military officer's little wife

"Yeah..." She smiled triumphantly, and mocked lightly, "Some people don't know how to cherish themselves, so why should I worry? Of course I think about myself."

Ye Shaocong smiled helplessly, "Okay, I've convinced you! I will pay attention. If you don't think about myself, you have to think about my wife, right?"

"That's about the same." Zhou Zhilan nodded triumphantly, and suddenly thought that New Year's Day would be half a month away, so she had a whim, "Are you busy recently? I'll go to you on New Year's Day, okay?"

The man was flattered, "You said you came to see me?"

"Yeah, I've never been to the army to see you! I just don't know if your army allows people to visit..." Are special forces different from ordinary troops?

Ye Shaocong explained, "The army has a family courtyard. Of course you can stay in the family courtyard if you come. Our base must be secret, and outsiders are not allowed to enter. Besides, there is no need for you to go to the place where the birds don't shit."

"Really?" Zhou Zhilan almost jumped up excitedly, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the self-study students sitting in the corridor and glanced at her. She quickly turned around and went to another open-air corridor, suppressing her excitement, " Is it time for me to see you?"

Ye Shaocong was naturally overjoyed, and kept saying yes, but he couldn't help asking when he thought of another question: "Aren't you always so busy? Why do you have time to come here?"

"My kind of busyness is different from your busyness... I'll work hard all night and finish things ahead of time!" But his kind of busyness cannot be done ahead of time. Tasks, even during breaks, cannot leave the prescribed range.

Ye Shaocong frowned, a little disapproving, "That's hard work! It hurts women to stay up late!"

It was rare for Zhou Zhilan to be coquettish, her tone was soft and sweet, "But... people miss you..."

Uh——The soft tone made Ye Shaocong's legs go limp, and he almost fell, "Stinky girl, don't disturb the morale of the army!" Speaking in this tone in broad daylight made him unable to control himself.

Zhou Zhilan complained angrily, "It's hard to act like a baby with you, I don't understand the style!"

He smiled maliciously, then coughed lightly, and covered the microphone with his hand and said softly: "It's not that you don't understand the style...but, um, your charming tone reminds me of some pictures... Isn't this torturing me? Hehe, when you come over, tell me in front of my face, I promise you will be very relieved!"

Understanding the ambiguous meaning in his words, Zhou Zhilan spit lightly, "Good idea!" How could she have the nerve to say it in front of him?It's all Zhang Xinran's fault, thinking about someone every day, causing her to fall in lovesickness these days.

"Then can you spare time to come?"

"Well, the chief doesn't let me go on a mission right now. There should be time. However, it's probably a bit difficult to stay with you all day long." He doesn't dare to speak out now, otherwise when the time comes, he will If she can't find the time, she will be disappointed.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I don't have much time to go, maybe three days at most. By the way, I called Ran Ran, she has always wanted to go to the army, and she said that she was afraid that Song Kaige would not like it. The two seem to have some conflicts recently... "

Ye Shaocong nodded, "Well, no problem, please contact me before you come, and I'll see if I can pick you up."

"Okay!" After chatting happily for a long time, before hanging up the phone, Ye Shaocong ordered sharply, "Hurry up and eat! If you come here, if I see you lose a catty, I will punish you once! As for the method of punishment, hehe, you know!"

"Rogue!" Zhou Zhilan scolded through gritted teeth, and then explained: "I'm looking for information, and it'll be over in a while. There's still class in the afternoon, so I'll go straight to the classroom after dinner."

"Well, then...a kiss?"

"Stop making trouble! Hang up, hang up!"

"I don't understand the style!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Zhilan stood in the corridor, blowing the cold wind outside.Behind the library is the Lover's Slope, but now that it's winter, the flowers and plants inside are all withered, and even the evergreen trees look a bit depressed.However, she looked over and remembered what someone did to her inside five years ago, but she felt that there was no more beautiful scenery in this world than this place.

Hey, why do you always love to recall these days?Are you getting old...

Zhou Zhilan walked back with a smile on her lips. Just as she opened the glass door and entered the interior of the library, a surprised voice suddenly came to her face: "Teacher Zhou?"

She was startled, looked up, her eyes were full of surprise, "Huo Lingxiao? What a coincidence..."

Huo Lingxiao still looks young and energetic, his handsome face that makes women jealous is full of nobility, and he also has a strong aristocratic style when talking and laughing, which is different from Lu Chenhua's gentleness and elegance, and also different from Ye Shaocong's strength Domineering, even more different from Li Zeyu's chic and casual.This boy is not easy.

"Well, at the end of the semester, some elective courses have to be handed in papers. I came to the library to look for materials, and I went to the professional reading room to find a few books to take back. I didn't expect to meet Teacher Zhou." Huo Lingxiao didn't talk much on weekdays. The communication with his classmates was also very limited, but when he saw Zhou Zhilan, he couldn't help talking like a bean.

"Oh, that's it..." She smiled and cared casually, "Is the class of the sophomore year okay?"

Huo Lingxiao nodded, "It's okay. It's just that, Mr. Zhou, you won't teach us anymore. Everyone misses you."

"Hehe... You don't have Professor Yang's class in your sophomore year, so I can relax too."

Huo Lingxiao quickly asked again: "What about the junior year? I heard from the class teacher that we still have Teacher Yang's professional class in the third year. Will you still teach us, Teacher Zhou?"

Zhou Zhilan thought that she would be in her third year of graduate school next year, and she must be busy with her graduation thesis. Where would she have time, she said perfunctorily, "I'm not sure yet." ,Thanks. 】