Marrying Leng Libing Wang and having four children, traveling back to the 70s

Like an enraged tigress, Comrade Chen Meiqiu, a soldier's son from the A711 unit, screamed miserably, and then, like the eruption of Mount Etna in Sicily, Italy, she roared and cursed at the top of her lungs, as if to pour out all her anger.

She was so brave and fierce that she rushed towards Comrade Zhan Yanmei at lightning speed, and her punches and kicks fell like raindrops.

"You stinky vixen—"

"I told you to hit me—"

"Call you, ah..."

Well, Comrade Chen Meiqiu never expected that Zhan Yanmei was not a pushover either.

She actually took advantage of the length of her arms and started to fight recklessly. She pinched the right corner of her mouth viciously and kept pulling it to the right, not letting go. She screamed in pain.

Well, after several rounds, even though Comrade Zhan Yanmei was beaten black and blue by Comrade Chen Meiqiu, she still held on to Chen Meiqiu's mouth tightly.

Not long after, a large group of people gathered at the door of Comrade Zhan Yanmei's room in the military guesthouse.

Onlooker 1: "Tsk tsk tsk tsk..."

Onlooker 2: "It's too much to watch, it's really too much to watch..."

Onlooker 3: "That smaller one is too fierce—"

Onlooker 2: "They're all riding on that tall guy, tsk tsk tsk tsk..."

Onlooker 1: "That one being pinned down on the ground is in terrible shape. Look at the woman riding on top of her, the corner of her mouth is bleeding—"

……

The onlookers who were watching the fire from the other side of the river came in one after another and began to point and talk.

"Stop, stop hitting me—"

"Two female comrades, if you have something to say, please talk it over nicely—"

Waiter A, who came over in a hurry, was shocked when he saw it and exclaimed from a distance.

"Oh——"

"No, don't go over there."

Waiter A was about to rush forward to separate the two but was stopped by waiter B who was watching nearby.

"Yes, yes, it's hard to stop this fight, it's hard to stop this fight—"

"Don't go there."

"The tall girl with slightly longer hair is the mainstay of the art troupe—Comrade Zhan Yanmei."

"The one pressing on that pillar is Deputy Division Commander Chen's daughter, Comrade Chen Meiqiu."

"Which one are you going to pull?"

Another waiter C also started mumbling and kindly stopped them.

"Well, what should we do? What should we do?"

"They're fighting like that. If we don't stop them, what will happen if something goes wrong?"

The kind-hearted waiter A continued to speak anxiously.

"Don't worry, a soldier just went to the front desk on the first floor to make a phone call. It seems he went to report to the leader."

A family member who lived in the next room and came to visit spoke.

"Why, what on earth could have caused these two lesbians to start fighting like this?"

"This is the military district guesthouse."

"What a bad influence this would have—"

The kind-hearted waiter A asked the onlookers nearby while he was anxious.

"Hi--"

"I don't know them, and I don't know what's going on with these two lesbians—"

The family member who lived next door and came to visit replied with a puzzled look on his face.

"..."

"Oh, I, I remember now!"

"I heard these two lesbians yelling about seducing 'Brother Chen Ting' and so on—"

The family member who came to visit suddenly realized and continued to add.

Waiter A: "Brother Chen Ting???"

Waiter B: "Deputy Captain Lu Chenting!!!"

Waiter C: "Living King of Hell???"

Waiter B: "The army's living devil—Deputy Commander Lu Chenting!!!"

The three waiters looked at each other and shut their mouths at the same time.

"Is it about the living devil, Deputy Captain Lu Chenting? Are you kidding me? This is a big deal, it's unbelievable—"

"It's better to shut up and pretend you know nothing."

The three waiters were all secretly complaining in their hearts.

In about two cups of tea, two "pigs" with bruised noses and swollen faces and hideous looks appeared in the office of the army commander Liu Qifeng - Comrade Chen Meiqiu and Comrade Zhan Yanmei.

Forehead--

There was also Director Wu, the head of the art troupe, Deputy Commander Chen Zhilong, and Political Commissar Jiang Daye.

It is said that you should not hit people in the face, but Comrade Chen Meiqiu, a son of a soldier, was like a ruthless firecracker, specifically targeting Zhan Yanmei's foxy face.

At this moment, Zhan Yanmei's face was so horrible that she looked like a black rose ravaged by a storm, which was unbearable to look at.

Fortunately, Comrade Chen Meiqiu had some sense and only beat her, not scratched her; as a result, Comrade Zhan Yanmei's face was only bruised and swollen, and was not scratched, so it was not really disfigured.

Look, the pillar of the art troupe, Zhan Yanmei, who is standing side by side with Comrade Chen Meiqiu, is like "Lin Daiyu" in "A Dream of Red Mansions M". Her nose is twitching, her shoulders are moving up and down, and she is sobbing; the sobbing sound is like the sound of a flute in the middle of the night, with endless sadness and sorrow, and she sounds sobbing so hard, and looks so pitiful.

"Uuuuuu——"

Comrade Chen Meiqiu is a smart person. How could she let Comrade Zhan Yanmei perform alone?

Seeing the coquettish Zhan Yanmei standing beside him with such an attitude, he snorted inwardly.

Thinking that the army was her home ground, Comrade Chen Meiqiu acted decisively. She covered the corner of her bloody mouth with her hands fearlessly, pretending to be aggrieved, and even sobbed loudly in a pretentious manner.

Comrade Zhan Yanmei just pulled the corner of her mouth, which looked bleeding and a bit scary; but in fact it was not that serious.

Comrade Zhan Yanmei's face, on the other hand, looked much more miserable than hers.

"..."

"These two miserable people still have the nerve to cry?"

Commander Liu Qifeng, with a serious face, sat upright, secretly complaining in his heart with great annoyance.

"..."

"This troublesome girl——"

"What's going on? Where can I put my face like this?"

Deputy Division Commander Chen Zhilong, who was sitting next to Political Commissar Jiang, crossed his arms, frowned, glared at his disappointing daughter, and muttered to himself.

"!!!"

"Didn't our ancestors remind her not to covet that living devil anymore, as he already has a wife?"

"In the blink of an eye, you're already embarrassing yourself by running to the family compound—"

"Will we still fight over that living devil and this little ancestor?"

"Damn it, it's so troublesome——"

"This time, the art troupe's signboard was smashed to pieces by you, my living ancestor."

Director Wu of the art troupe looked at a loss, and was speechless, chattering silently in his mind.

At this moment, he could only sit quietly aside, waiting with a worried face for the big guys to make their judgment on Comrade Zhan Yanmei, on him, and on the art troupe.

"..."

"These two—"

"Damn-"

"What can I say to them???"

Political Commissar Jiang Daye was burning with rage, had a sour face, and was secretly cursing in his heart.