After the military marriage, the stupid beauty wants to run away from her husband

Song Changzhou drove back to the army, looking a little absent-minded, as if he had been possessed.

He handed in his car and was walking towards the administrative office building when someone tapped him on the shoulder. "Old Song! What are you doing? Walking here alone."

The person who came was Deputy Regiment Leader Liu, who was at the same level as him. The two of them walked together on the sidewalk. Seeing that Song Changzhou ignored him, Deputy Regiment Leader Liu was not discouraged. "I heard that you went hiking. What a refined hobby!"

Song Changzhou finally glanced at him sideways, "If you like hiking, go by yourself! Why bother telling me? Go away, it's annoying!"

"Hey~ Are you out of control? Why is your sister-in-law still angry with you? Didn't you coax her?" Deputy Captain Liu raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Changzhou in a mean way.

"Get out! My wife and I are doing fine. You should think about how to coax your wife!" After saying that, he strode away.

When Song Changzhou passed by the administrative office building, he saw Jiang Zhiyu writing a big-character poster. He walked closer to take a look at the content, which was all news and military propaganda.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at Song Changzhou standing next to him and asked quickly, "Deputy Captain Song, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Oh! I was away this morning due to something. Did you take note of the meeting minutes just now? Bring them to my office so I can take a look." After saying that, he didn't look at her anymore and walked away.

Jiang Zhiyu handed a file to Song Changzhou and said, "Okay, get out now!"

Jiang Zhiyu moved his lips, but seeing Song Changzhou lowering his head to concentrate on reading the meeting minutes, he swallowed his words back.

Song Changzhou read it very carefully, examining each word, and after reading it for a long time, he finally put down the meeting minutes.

He called his guard Xiao Chen and asked him to call Jiang Zhiyu to his office.

Song Changzhou didn't hesitate and directly pushed the letter of complaint in front of Jiang Zhiyu, "Do you know what this is?"

His cold eyes revealed a sense of oppression, which made Jiang Zhiyu clench his fists to encourage himself.

"Or should I ask why you wrote this letter of complaint?" Song Changzhou stared at Jiang Zhiyu, not missing a single expression on her face.

Jiang Zhiyu's face had turned pale. She bit her lower lip tightly, and sweat began to form on her forehead in such cold weather.

Song Changzhou was very patient. He sat there calmly and quietly waiting for Jiang Zhiyu to speak.

She seemed to be struggling with her conscience for a long time, and finally closed her eyes and made up her mind, "Deputy Captain Song, I wrote this letter of accusation."

……

When Zhang Zhiyu came out of Song Changzhou's office, he looked pale and had to hold on to the wall with one hand to walk.

She thought she was very brave, but when she really faced the man, she realized that she was far from being his opponent and there was a huge gap in their strength.

Even Song Changzhou's aura made her feel suffocated, and she began to regret her impulsiveness at that time.

After Song Changzhou listened to her story and asked her to write a statement and sign it, she knew that she was finished.

When she wrote the letter of accusation, she had thought that it would be discovered, but she did not think it would have any serious impact on her career.

Although Song Changzhou showed no expression, she knew that she was doomed, and the consequences were even more serious and terrifying than she had imagined.

My righteous demeanor just now was just an act. So be it! This is her karma.

No! Jiang Zhiyu wiped her tears. She absolutely could not give up. She gritted her teeth and moved her eyes. There was another way.

She ran to the switchboard room anxiously, picked up the phone and dialed a number.

……

It was already past four in the afternoon when Zhang Yuwan arrived at the Shanghai Stock Exchange. She was as relaxed as she was when she entered the station, but as embarrassed as she was when she left.

There were so many people around that she finally managed to get out, and her feet were stepped on several times.

It would be fine if those people just fought for seats, but they actually fought for them even after leaving the station.

She walked to the bus stop, checked the bus departure point, and waited for a long time before the bus slowly appeared. She finally squeezed onto the bus, and when she got off, she looked pale and helpless.

After leaving Song Changzhou, her world became real and down-to-earth.

Zhang Yuwan slowly walked towards the family compound. Many people there greeted her when they saw her. "Hey, Xiaowan, you're back. Long time no see! You're getting prettier and prettier."

She always smiled and nodded politely.

"Wanwan, is that you? You're back?" A middle-aged woman's surprised voice attracted Zhang Yuwan.

She had short wavy hair that was popular nowadays, and was wearing a black short jacket, black pants, and a pair of black leather shoes. She was dressed very straight, with makeup on her face. There were some wrinkles on her face, and she looked like a professional woman.

She pulled Zhang Yuwan over and asked, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming back earlier? Your family could have come to pick you up."

This person must be Aunt Lan from the telegram, her stepmother. "Where's my dad?"

"Your dad is at home! Let's go back!" After saying that, he picked up the small box and a bag of fruit and canned food in Zhang Yuwan's hand.

She knew Zhang Yuwan hadn't brought much back with her suitcase. Could it be that he didn't plan to stay longer? What good life could there be in the countryside?

I walked all the way to the staff housing complex and it was just time for dinner. It was very lively.

The aisle was full of things, and someone was cooking in the aisle, and the aroma of various dishes wafted into the air.

When they got home, Aunt Lan hung her bag by the door and yelled inside, "Zhang Zhengshan, Lao Zhang, come out and see who's back!"

Zhang Yuwan looked around the house. The room was not small, with three bedrooms and a living room. Many things were neatly arranged, but it was too crowded and looked cramped and depressing.

Her shout actually called everyone out. Zhang Zhengshan walked out of the master bedroom with a little boy beside him. He was her half-brother, only three and a half years old. He was holding an apple in his hand and biting it hard.

Her father looked very energetic and younger than his peers. He was wearing a light gray shirt with a sweetheart-neck sweater over it, and suit pants with a pair of leather shoes.

Seeing her politely yet distantly said: "Wanwan, you are back. What are you going home to get? It's not easy for you in the countryside."

No wonder her mother, the eldest lady, chose him in the first place. He had some capital. He looked handsome, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose and square lips, and he spoke in a polite and decent manner.

A girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old walked in with food. She was tall and thin, with a pretty face but a little dark. She had many closed comedones on her face, and her face was covered with bumps. She was not as pretty as Aunt Lan. She probably took after her father.

Aunt Lan said to the girl, "Ningning! Your sister is back. Go clean up your room later. You can sleep with your sister tonight."

Zhang Ning suddenly turned unhappy and asked, "Why does she want to live with me? Can't she sleep in the living room?"

"If you don't want to go, just move out." Zhang Zhengshan started arguing with Zhang Ning.

"Oh, Zhang Ning is just a child. She has a soft mouth but a sharp heart. Look, she has already gone to clean the room." Aunt Lan said to Zhang Zhengshan in a roundabout way.

She said to Zhang Yuwan affectionately, "Don't take it to heart! It just so happens that you two sisters haven't seen each other for a long time, so you can sleep together and talk."

Zhang Yuwan’s first thought was to turn around and leave. This home had no meaning or feeling of home to her.