The heroine robs the marriage? The Beijing circle big man follows the army to the island

Jiang Zeyuan took out the fruits and snacks that his mother had prepared in advance from his bag, "Wife, eat something."

Jian Yue took it, took a bite of the apple, frowned and said helplessly: "It's been a long journey."

Jiang Zeyuan smiled and touched her head to comfort her, "I'm here, don't be afraid."

Zhong Guodong seemed very reserved throughout the whole process.

Standing aside, looking here and there.

Watching the two people interacting so intimately, he felt like he couldn't fit in at all and rubbed his hands awkwardly.

It wasn't until Jiang Zeyuan came to him and chatted that he relaxed a little.

As Jiang Zeyuan chatted, he nudged Zhong Guodong with his elbow with a sly smile on his face, "Brother, look, I'm already married, why don't you find a wife?"

As soon as this topic came up, Jian Yue, who was sitting by the window, felt embarrassed.

Zhong Guodong's face turned red instantly.

He scratched his head awkwardly, looked away, and said sheepishly, "It's just that I haven't met the right one."

Jiang Zeyuan laughed loudly and patted Zhong Guodong on the shoulder. "Don't be too demanding, kid. Just do it well enough."

Zhong Guodong shook his head helplessly, smiled bitterly and said: "How can you be so casual about love? You have to find someone who suits your heart."

Jian Yue couldn't help but turn around and interject, her lips curled up, "When fate arrives, it will come naturally."

He said this deliberately to ease the awkward relationship between himself and Zhong Guodong.

Jiang Zeyuan looked at Jian Yue, his eyes full of tenderness, and reached out to touch her hair, "Wife, you are right, let's ignore him and let him slowly wait for his fate."

The three of them were talking to each other, but the atmosphere was not dull.

After a while, Jian Yue felt a little tired.

She yawned, half-closed her eyes, and leaned on Jiang Zeyuan's shoulder.

Jiang Zeyuan patted her hand gently, with a doting smile on his face, signaling her to go to sleep peacefully.

Seeing this, Zhong Guodong stopped talking, pursed his lips slightly, sat quietly aside, and looked out the window.

The train was clanging along the rails...

Jian Yue fell asleep.

Jiang Zeyuan moved gently and carefully placed her on the lower bunk.

He leaned sideways against the carriage, only half sitting, and never took his eyes off her face, watching over her.

Slept for three hours.

She opened her eyes blearily, her throat felt dry as if on fire, and she suddenly felt very thirsty.

Then I remembered that I didn't bring my own kettle.

Seeing this, Jiang Zeyuan handed over his kettle without saying a word.

Jian Yue looked at the kettle with some hesitation in her eyes, and was teased again.

"Wife, it's not like you haven't eaten saliva before."

As soon as these words came out, Jian Yue's face instantly turned red.

She glared at Jiang Zeyuan with round eyes, bit her lip, and said coquettishly, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

As he said this, he reached out and gently punched Jiang Zeyuan's chest.

Although Zhong Guodong was in the middle bunk opposite, these words still reached his ears clearly.

My body stiffened. Besides feeling awkward, I also felt a strange taste of bad.

But he also knew that he had to forget this inappropriate emotion as soon as possible.

So he coughed lightly, turned over, frowned slightly, and pretended not to hear.

Jian Yue hesitated for a moment, but still took the kettle, took a sip, and handed it to Jiang Zeyuan, "You are the only one who is not serious."

There was still a blush on her face.

Jiang Zeyuan smiled, his eyes full of love, "Why should I be serious in front of my wife?"

Jian Yue rolled her eyes at him, ignored him, turned her head to look out the window, and pouted slightly.

This guy really owes it to me!

At this time, some other people in the car were chatting loudly.

Some are smacking their food, others are snoring. It is noisy yet full of life.

Jiang Zeyuan leaned close to her ear and said, "Wife, are you hungry? I have some food here."

His warm breath fanned against her cheek as he spoke.

Jian Yue shook her head, frowning slightly, "I'm not hungry, I just feel a little dizzy from sleeping."

Jiang Zeyuan reached out his hand and gently rubbed her temple, "Then rest for a while."

Jian Yue leaned on him, closed her eyes and relaxed.

In fact, I just fell into a daze due to sleep.

At around one o'clock in the afternoon, the three of them sat on the lower bunk and ate steamed buns.

Jiang Zeyuan bit into the steamed bun and boasted proudly, "How is it? This is a steamed bun made by my wife herself. Doesn't it smell good to you?"

After saying this, he smacked his lips deliberately, looking intoxicated.

Jian Yue blushed and patted Jiang Zeyuan's arm gently, scolding him, "You only know how to show off. Eat your food now."

Zhong Guodong was slightly stunned, took a bite of the flower roll, and gave a thumbs up, "It's really delicious, the craftsmanship is amazing."

What a pity, I was a little slow.

Otherwise, such a good daughter-in-law might be his.

Jiang Zeyuan got even more excited when he heard this and swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth. "That's right, everything my wife cooks is delicious. I am so lucky."

After saying that, he winked at her.

Jian Yue was so amused by him that she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Alright, alright, stop being so joking and eat quickly."

Zhong Guodong felt a little uncomfortable watching the two of them flirting with each other.

The train ran from north to south and they had to take six days and five nights.

After lunch, everyone quieted down.

Some stared out the window in a daze, while others lay down and took a nap.

Jian Yue had slept enough in the morning, so she simply took out the great man's notes and read them.

Before she knew it, an afternoon had passed and she had finished reading the transcript.

He stood up, stretched his arms and kicked his legs, turned his head to look at Jiang Zeyuan who was already asleep, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose.

Then I ran to the bathroom, my heart pounding all the way.

Why? Because she is a bit of a germaphobe and she has no idea what the restrooms on the train are like.

When I arrived at the restroom, there was no stench as I had imagined.

Although there is some smell, it is within an acceptable range.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that this train has just started!

He went to the toilet quickly and then walked back.

Unexpectedly, when I arrived at the junction of the carriages, I saw the plot in the novel.

I saw an old lady wearing coarse clothes and with messy hair.

With one hand on his waist, he pointed with the other hand at an educated youth wearing glasses and carrying a schoolbag.

He yelled at the top of his voice, "How can you be so heartless, young man? You didn't even give up your seat to an old lady like me standing! We are all revolutionary comrades, can't you show some style?"

The educated youth looked helpless, frowned, and explained in a slightly tired voice, "Auntie, I am also very tired after this journey."

The old lady was not willing to give in. She glared at him and said, "You are not feeling well? I think you have no sense of public morality! Young people nowadays are really outrageous. They don't respect the elderly or the young at all."

People around were talking quietly, and someone advised the aunt not to go too far, "Sister, they bought their own tickets, why should they give up their seats for you?"

Some people also asked the educated youth to give up their seats, saying, "Young man, just give up your seat to the elder sister and stop fighting."

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