My little country wife whom I haven't seen for eight years has come to join the army

As the door opened and Li Ming walked in, Zhou Ruoyu's thoughts, which had drifted decades into the future, were finally brought back to reality.

The dishes came up quickly. Since the mutton hotpot tastes better if you cook it yourself, Li Ming asked the waiter to do other things and took care of the two ladies personally.

Liang Meimei had no worries and mentioned at the dinner table that she was planning to take a set of lingerie-style photos, and pulled Zhou Ruoyu to join the discussion.

Li Ming's hand holding the serving chopsticks trembled slightly, perhaps because he felt embarrassed, or perhaps because he felt shy, but in any case, it trembled, because a piece of meat just fell in front of Zhou Ruoyu.

"Li Ming, could you please give me some advice on the underwear sales plan?"

Zhou Ruoyu knew that he was embarrassed but had no choice but to let him participate. As a businessman, if embarrassment is greater than his interest in making money, then he will not make any money.

Li Ming put the last piece of meat into the pot with a serving chopstick, and casually took the underwear poster of a foreign star that Zhou Ruoyu handed to him. He took a quick glance at it and put it aside.

"Public perceptions differ at home and abroad, and this overly sexy and revealing underwear style is not suitable for display in major shopping malls."

He analyzed calmly, "Women in China even think that underwear is a very private thing. If we bring it out in public now, I'm afraid we'll be criticized."

"You are right. The first thing we need to do is to change this outdated concept. Underwear can protect women's health and keep their figure straight.

...So, photos of beauty sisters must not be too revealing, and they must promote their effectiveness, especially their advantages over belly bands and other things. Can you do this?"

Zhou Ruoyu looked at Li Ming with eyes as bright as a star. She just liked to throw difficult problems to him and she believed in his abilities.

Being looked at with such sincerity, Li Ming felt a chill again. This woman was just like her elusive leader, who always liked to exploit his potential.

He could only blame himself for his bad luck, because he believed that her idea was unprecedented and would never be repeated.

"I think if you have to take a photo, you can make it a little blurry, or vaguely visible, without directly showing the underwear."

Li Ming clasped his hands together and supported his chin, but his eyes were only on the hot pot that had been bubbling for a long time, and he didn't look at the two women opposite him.

It was really awkward for him, a man, to discuss taking underwear photos with two women.

Zhou Ruoyu thought about it and then made the final decision: "Li Ming's plan is not bad. How about this, we shoot a few sets of photos directly in underwear and a few sets of photos in a subtle way. We can choose the best one ourselves. After all, if we don't have the real thing, we can't come up with anything just by thinking about it."

Liang Meimei nodded hesitantly: "Okay. But if we don't appear in fashion magazines, there's no way a photographer would come out to take pictures for me. At least I can't hire one."

"That's easy," Zhou Ruoyu said with a flash of white teeth. "The photographer may be far away, but he's also right in front of me. I saw him take a fantastic photo of me with an enemy spy's camera."

Then, her eyes drifted towards Li Ming innocently again: "Lin Siyu, do you still remember the photo you took of me with his camera? It's still on my husband Lu's desk at the regiment headquarters. He said it was a great photo!"

Li Ming's face turned red immediately. He felt that he was born with the bad nature of a businessman who is only interested in profit, and he shouldn't act so innocent.

Maybe at this moment, he was thinking too much and his face turned red with heat.

"You have this ability?" Liang Meimei looked at Li Ming with curiosity.

Li Ming stammered that it was purely accidental that he took the photo of Zhou Ruoyu, but because he secretly took the photo of Captain Lu's lover, Captain Lu grabbed his collar and dragged him to the office for interrogation for a full quarter of an hour before releasing him. The fist almost landed on his head, which was very dangerous.

It's really hard for Captain Lu, who says one thing and means another, to say that the photos are well taken.

Taking his silence as a tacit agreement, Liang Meimei patted his shoulder and said, "Then you must also take beautiful photos of me. Commercial photos must be better than daily photos."

Li Ming's Adam's apple moved, he lowered his eyebrows, and forced himself to suppress an inexplicable emotion. He picked up the chopsticks and picked at the meat and vegetables in his bowl that he had been picking at but had forgotten to eat.

All these subtle details fell into Zhou Ruoyu's eyes. Li Ming was an introverted and deep man who seldom expressed his feelings in public. During the long time they had been in contact, he had always existed as a transparent person, trying his best to reduce his presence.

This was the case when he and Gao Feng were reselling clothes at the supply and marketing cooperative in the military compound. He always cleverly marginalized himself, making her think that Gao Feng was the boss between the two of them.

Zhou Ruoyu coughed deliberately and said, "Don't worry, Meijie, the results will be no worse than those taken by the serious photographers at the magazine."

Liang Meimei held her chin with both hands and said, "I'm suddenly looking forward to the film being completed. What about you guys?"

Zhou Ruoyu nodded in response, and Li Ming's face suddenly turned red for no reason.

The private room suddenly became quiet. The eerie silence always makes people's hearing become extremely sensitive, and they can even hear the breathing of the person opposite.

The sound of footsteps ascending the stairs broke the awkward silence, and the waiter's humble voice said, "Comrades, your private room is over here."

A young woman with a somewhat lame accent raised her voice, "I haven't had mutton hotpot in such a long time since I came back. Mommy always says that this hotpot here is delicious. Today is my treat, so please don't hesitate!"

——Chen Man.

Zhou Ruoyu heard it clearly. She was born and raised in the United States and spoke broken Chinese without any accent from anywhere else. So far, she had only heard it from Chen Man.

Her heart started beating fast. Women's intuition is usually the most sensitive. This woman, who she was not very familiar with, might have some relationship with her husband who had not been home for many days.

And at the same time, her body stood up uncontrollably, opened the door and looked outside.

Next to the Mingyue Box where they were was the Sunset Box, which was a larger box.

The waiter was standing upright at the door of the box, greeting the incoming guests with a smile on his face.

The first one is Chen Man. She was wearing tight jeans that are not common in China. With her hands in her jeans pockets, she exuded a youthful vibe.

Behind her was a young woman of ordinary appearance, dressed in ordinary clothes. She didn't recognize her. Behind her was a tall, long-legged man in his thirties, with a square face, a side part, and a briefcase under his arm. He must be a cadre.

Following Chen Man's enthusiastic footsteps, a man and a woman behind her also walked into the sunset box.

The waiter was already facing the box and asked, "Are all the guests here?"

Her heart felt inexplicably lost. Although she didn't want Lu Qinchuan and Chen Man to appear tied together, she really missed him, even in this situation.

She closed her eyes and was about to close the door when a hallucination seemed to appear...