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Chapter 165

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    Feng Qu had been away from Yucheng for a long time and had accumulated a lot of official duties. He took advantage of the break to go to the backyard. Instead, he returned to the meeting hall feeling unhappy and scolded all his subordinates. Now he is in  Tang Ping, who already had a formal position in the army, was the first to bear the brunt.

    He came out after being scolded and stood in the corridor to discuss with Adjutant Liu: "The young lady has come back, and the young marshal has got what he wanted. Why does he feel so bad after going back to the backyard?"

    Gu Ming had been in love with other men before, but she never saw him in such a bad mood.

    Lieutenant Liu: "I was in a good mood when I first came back. How about find someone to go to the backyard to find out the news?"

    Di Lei, who was on duty outside, was assigned this important task. He used the name of the inspector's secret sentry to go around the backyard and came back with only four words: "Everything is normal."

    Tang Ping: "Didn't you see the young lady?"

    Di Lei raised the wintersweet in his hand: "I see, she is happily folding wintersweet with Xiao Tiantian, let me bring a bunch for the young marshal."

    Tang Ping thought thoughtfully: "That's strange. Looking at the young lady, it doesn't look like the two of them were quarreling, right?"

    "Fighting? Who's quarreling?" Di Lei, who was sent to the backyard, didn't know what was going on and asked stupidly.

    "Go away with your flowers!" Tang Ping kicked him.

    The aesthetics of straight men are terrible. The front yard is also an office area. Feng Qu advocates pragmatism and doesn't even have a vase. Di Lei walked around the front yard and finally went to the kitchen to find a pickle jar with a big belly and a small mouth.  , planted winter plums and sent them to Feng Qu¡¯s office, receiving countless surprised looks along the way.

    Adjutant Liu: "Is this kid crazy?"

    Tang Ping stood in the corridor and eavesdropped, always ready to respond: "If the pickle jar breaks, let's run away together!"

    Unexpectedly, Di Lei not only came out of the meeting hall alive a moment later, but was also extremely happy. Tang Ping covered his mouth and dragged him aside: "what kind of ecstasy soup did you pour into the young commander? Arrange flowers in a pickle jar,  He actually came out of the meeting hall alive." Either Di Lei is crazy or the young marshal is crazy!

    Adjutant Liu: "Tell me the truth, what did the young marshal say?"

    Di Lei honestly repeated: "The young marshal heard that it was the young lady who sent the flowers and then he stopped cursing." When he entered, Feng Qu was cursing one of his regimental commanders.

    The officers in the hall were shocked when they heard the word "young madam" from the young marshal's personal guard. They all thought there was something wrong with their ears. Even the regiment leader who was being scolded forgot about being scolded and stood up.  Ears for gossip.

    If Feng Qu hadn¡¯t been so angry, these people would have had the courage to ask Feng Qu.

    The two of them looked at each other, feeling that this boy was simply lucky.

    In the conference hall, there were several generals who had come from the army to report their work. They also listened to Feng Qu's latest instructions. The atmosphere was originally heavy and several people were being criticized. Unexpectedly, Gu Ming was saved by a bouquet of wintersweet flowers sent by someone.  got them.

    They watched helplessly as the young marshal's stern face relaxed, and even his tone was no longer so stern. While listening to his subordinates' speech, they also stared at the ugly wintersweet flowers in the nude stoneware jar. The scene was momentary.  Very weird.

    At the end of the report that day, all the generals who left the meeting hall alive were discussing the matter quietly and receiving the latest instructions from the division commander to prepare for war.

    Feng Qu ordered preparations for war, but did not mention which side to fire on. After returning to the camp, the generals held a small meeting in private to communicate with each other. They also solemnly pulled out the strength of the other military governments around them to weigh it.

    After everyone left, Feng Qu sat quietly for a while, then carried the pickle jar back to the backyard with a bewildered smile on his face.

    When Gu Ming came back this time, she still lived in the red building where she had recovered from her injuries last time. The difference was that Zhang Tian also moved in with her own little pillow.

    Mrs. Feng was still a little disappointed: "Tiantian, will you not want Grandma Feng when Aunt Gu comes back?"

    Zhang Tian bit her lip and remained silent, but Gu Ming, seeing how pitiful she was, pulled her over and held her in his arms to help her out: "Tiantian hasn't seen Aunt Gu for a long time, and wants to spend some time with Aunt Gu, right?"

    Zhang Tian nodded seriously.

    Mrs. Feng left Gu Ming to pack her luggage, and she took the maid to arrange the reception banquet in the evening.

    Feng Qu walked into Gu Ming's room unimpeded while holding the jar of pickles with plum blossoms in his arms. Zhang Tian, ??who was playing beside him, had already raised his spines and ran over, staring at him defensively.

    Gu Ming was stunned when he saw such a strange combination: "You"

    The smile on Feng Qu¡¯s face became even stronger, and he placed the pickled vegetable jar on the table.There were light snowflakes falling outside. Zhang Tian was about to follow but Feng Qu stopped him and sent someone to take the little girl to Mrs. Feng. Only the two of them were left in a car walking slowly on the street, approaching the newspaper office of "Yucheng Daily"  At this time, Feng Qu asked the driver to stop.

    He got out of the car himself, opened the door, and extended a gentleman's hand to Gu Ming: "We're here."

    Gu Ming stood in front of a three-story small foreign-style building and asked curiously: "Did you give me a house as a gift?"

    Feng Qu smiled and said, "Wrong guess!" He dragged her to the door, and someone opened the door from the inside. It was Adjutant Liu, who said respectfully, "Welcome, Editor-in-Chief Gu!"

    Immediately after the door opened, more than a dozen men stood at the door of the clean room, saying hello. The scene was so scary that Gu Ming couldn't help but take a step back: "Whatwhat's going on?"

    Feng Quxiao said domineeringly: "A year ago when you came to Yucheng and had dinner with several chief editors, you said that you wanted to run a magazine specifically for women in the future. I gave you clothes and jewelry and left you to shelve them. Why not give you a magazine?"  , all the procedures are in place, just waiting for the president to recruit troops."

    Gu Ming stood at the door, feeling so mixed for a moment that she was almost speechless.

    Those were just her drunken words, but he still remembered them after a year.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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