Chapter 1513: Which is the best teacher to read? (7)

"Shi Xia Yang called him when he saw him." Qiao Yaruan continued to whisper.
Zhao Feifei could not help but swallowed. "Is it so scary?"
"Don't underestimate this person." As soon as Zhao Feifei's words fell, the chief interrupted her. "What Sui Yun likes to do is attack him unexpectedly. Maybe he can stand by you and hand him a gun. He knocked you. "
"I'm not stupid." Zhao Feifei said unconvinced.
The chief laughed without saying a word, "Military Qiao, this time your military medical department should pay special attention to our wounded people's treatment."
"Yes." Qiao Yaruan rose to salute the military salute, "guarantee the completion of the task."
"Xia Yang, your task this time is to the end, understand?"
Teacher Xia Yang nodded: "Yes."
In the military, Chu Qiyi can still draw with Shui Yunyun. He really can't.
"All right, let's get ready first," the chief said, letting them go.
The Red Army was originally to accompany the Blue Army to practice their skills. How could they win? However, if they want to lose, there are also requirements for losing, but they cannot lose too badly.
It's easy to win, but difficult to lose.
Out of the chief's battalion commander, Shi Xia Yang stopped Qiao Yaruan and asked Zhao Feifei to go to her first.
"I don't have anything to say when I give my thoughts to Feng Feng?" Shi Xiayang asked.
Qiao Yaruan frowned slightly. "You still want so much during the military exercise. It is harder to win than win."
Teacher Xia Yang said helplessly: "If you really let go, I won't say anything, what happened in the special training that year?"
That year--
Qiao Ya Ruan Li's hand on the side of Mu Ran tightened, as if something flashed in her eyes, fire, or something else, finally she shrugged slightly and let go of her hands. "It's nothing, is it a cultural lesson, Otherwise, I graduated so well as a graduate student. "
"Joya Ruan."
"I'm going to be busy, but I'm ready to save you, and lose well." Qiao Yaruan said, hurriedly turned to leave.
Shi Xia Yang stood there and sighed. In that year, even he didn't know what happened.
"Head, we are leaving too," the guard said in the back, as if a little unhappy. "Why do you just rest assured that you are throwing our little thoughts to a stranger."
Division Xia Yang looked back at his guards. His daughter was raised by these comrades-in-arms, and he loved her more than his father.
Stranger?
Not necessarily.
Two hours into a movie, Xiaoshi fell asleep when she saw half of it. It was not bad, but not suitable for her age.
Feng Feng looked down at the sleeping teacher lying on the sofa and reached out and touched her little face. If he had a child, he must be such a cute daughter.
At the end of the movie, the lights were turned on and Feng Feng subconsciously reached out to block the bright light for the little teacher.
"Close it," Feng Feng said in a deep voice.
The staff was shocked and hurriedly turned off the lights.
The little teacher was still awake, stretched out his hands and rubbed his eyes, and took a while to realize where he was now.
"Handsome dad."
Feng Feng held her up, "The movie is over, we are going back."
The little teacher nodded, and crisply opened his mouth and explained, "It's because I missed that I didn't sleep well last night. It's not that the handsome dad's movie is not good."
This child, very likely to think for others, always transfers all his mistakes to himself.
But the more so, the more distressing.