After four years of marriage, the military officer husband came back

It was the first time that Xia Guyu heard Mo Daya speak so forcefully. She was tall, her face was cold, and when her voice got louder, she looked completely different. There was an inexplicable sense of oppression from looking at her that he had never felt before.

At this moment, Xia Guyu couldn't help but give Daya a big thumbs up in his heart. Fortunately, she stood up, otherwise, as an outsider, he would have no legitimate reason to interfere in her family affairs.

"You...what did you say?" Mo Zhenzhen was shocked. She obviously didn't expect Mo Daya to dare to talk to her like that.

At this time, some people had already gathered around, wanting to hear what the two were arguing about.

"It's so late, why are you two sisters arguing here instead of going home?" A hoarse man's voice suddenly came from behind the two of them.

The person who spoke was their father, Mo Jianguo. He was a very proud person. How could he tolerate his two daughters quarreling in public? Wouldn't that make others laugh at him?

"Go back." Mo Jianguo did not blame anyone. He did not want others to say that he favored anyone and ruined his image. He just had a cold face and gave orders to the two sisters.

Having lived together for so many years, Mo Zhenzhen naturally knew her father's temper. She didn't dare to offend him or say anything else. She glared at Mo Daya fiercely and almost said "Just wait for me" before turning around and walking away.

Mo Daya looked at Xia Guyu beside her and said apologetically:

"Guyu, I'm sorry for making you suffer with me today."

"It's okay." Xia Guyu didn't seem to care at all, and even comforted Mo Daya:

"Daya, if you have any trouble, tell me and Qing Ning, and we will work together to find a way to help you solve it."

Mo Daya looked at Xia Guyu gratefully, nodded, waved to her, turned around and walked into the family building.

*

The next day, Xia Qingning packed up, took her camera and some photos she had taken before, and went to the Propaganda Department to apply for a job.

As soon as I walked to the new family building, I saw Mo Daya walking in front of me with a bag on her back. I wanted to tell her the news I learned from Lu Jingzhe yesterday, so I called her and trotted after her, saying to Mo Daya:

"I asked for your help last night. There are only three days for the recruitment of art soldiers, today, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I have to apply for the position at the Propaganda Department today, so I don't have enough time. Tomorrow you can ask for leave from the hospital and then come to my house. I will help you put on makeup and then accompany you to the art troupe to apply for the position."

"Do you want to accompany me?" Mo Daya's eyes lit up after hearing Xia Qingning's words and she asked quickly.

When she returned home last night, Mo Zhenzhen pointed at her nose and scolded her. Because there were no outsiders around, Mo Zhenzhen had no scruples at all and her words were as harsh as they could be.

Although her stepmother Zhu Wanru always maintained an elegant "lady" persona, she also supported her own daughter in words and deeds, and her words were full of criticism of Mo Daya.

Her father, Mo Jianguo, did not say a word from beginning to end, and allowed Mo Zhenzhen and her daughter to humiliate her. At that moment, Mo Daya completely understood that even if she worked like a slave in this family until she died, they would not show the slightest gratitude or sympathy.

Originally, she was very worried and scared about signing up for the art soldier selection, and even wanted to back out. But now she has decided that she must go for the selection. Not only will she sign up, but she will also work hard to be accepted!

Xia Qingning decided to go with her because she took into consideration that Daya might be nervous and scared. After she applied for a position in the Propaganda Department today, the job was not confirmed so quickly, so she had just enough time to accompany Daya.

"I'll go and cheer you up!" Xia Qingning said to Mo Daya with a smile.

"Qing Ning, you are so nice!" Mo Daya was very touched, and then immediately expressed her attitude:

"Don't worry, I will work hard and won't let you down!"

"Don't be nervous, just perform normally. You have such a good voice, you will definitely be selected." Xia Qingning continued to comfort her.

With her comfort, Mo Daya gradually felt more confident.

Watching the two people talking and laughing in front, Mo Zhenzhen, who was walking behind, was so angry that she clenched her teeth. She felt that Mo Daya was simply against her. Yesterday it was Xia Guyu, and today it was Xia Qingning. All the friends Mo Daya made were people she hated so much!

However, she had never taken Mo Daya seriously, let alone regarded her as her elder sister. She felt that someone of her lowly status was only fit to be a slave in her family for the rest of her life!

The hospital that Mo Daya was going to and the Propaganda Department that Xia Qingning was going to were not in the same direction, so after chatting for a while, the two separated.

The Propaganda Department and the school were in the same direction. Seeing Xia Qingning walking in front of her, Mo Zhenzhen thought she was going to school and she suddenly became nervous.

The last time Xia Qingning came to the school to apply for a job, she deliberately switched the test papers in order to prevent her from being successful. She also told the principal that she answered the test questions poorly, her handwriting was ugly, and she stuttered when she spoke, so she was not suitable to teach students and be a teacher.

But the truth is: Xia Qingning not only has beautiful handwriting, she also answered all the questions correctly and has strong expressive ability.

If Xia Qingning went to the principal now and confronted him, wouldn't all her previous tricks be exposed? Not only would her colleagues be disgusted by her behavior, but she would also most likely be punished.

No, she couldn't let Xia Qingning go to school. She had to find a way to stop her. But what should she say now to make her willingly not go? Mo Zhenzhen was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. After thinking for a while, an idea suddenly occurred to her. Hit her, hit her! Make her feel that going there would be a humiliation for herself!

"Hey!" Mo Zhenzhen called out to Xia Qingning from behind. After she turned around, she quickly walked up to her and said in a contemptuous tone:

"Didn't I tell you last time? You only have a junior high school diploma, so you are not qualified to be a teacher! What are you doing here at school now?"