Back to that night, she flirted with the cold-faced rough man

Chapter 536

Bai Ying smiled slightly, hiding his achievements and fame.

After sending the telegram, Bai Ying went straight back to the army’s family compound.

"Bai Ying, you are really amazing!"

Qiao Xiaoling stood at her door with her arms folded, obviously waiting for Bai Ying to come back.

Now that there were no outsiders around, Qiao Xiaoling stopped pretending. Her pretty face was full of shrewdness. "You're still trying to shift the blame to someone else. I don't believe you can get away with it next time if you can get away with it this time!"

Bai Ying paused and looked at Qiao Xiaoling in surprise, "Oh! You even know idioms."

Qiao Xiaoling: “…”

She said this as if she was a migrant worker.

Please, she just has a low level of education, not a mental disorder.

After ridiculing Qiao Xiaoling, Bai Ying went straight to her own door, opened it and was about to go home.

Qiao Xiaoling's angry voice rang out from behind, "Stop! Bai Ying, since I'm also married into the army, I won't let you have an easy time. There can only be one winner between us!"

"Really? Then I wish you all the best."

No matter how angry Qiao Xiaoling was, Bai Ying remained calm. Not only was she not angered by Qiao Xiaoling, but she was smiling all the time. She looked at Qiao Xiaoling as if she was looking at a seriously ill patient who was about to die.

For no reason, Qiao Xiaoling felt a chill down her spine.

I always feel that Bai Ying is holding back something good...

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Yangjiatun, Hebei Province.

The blue sky is vast and boundless, with white clouds floating leisurely.

The green ears of wheat swayed in the wind like waves, and I watched the postman riding an old bicycle traveling along the winding country roads.

The wheels rolled over the gravel road, making a slight creaking sound. The young postman's face was full of vitality as he came to an old house in the village.

squeak--!

The postman braked firmly and shouted into the yard, "Grandma Yang, there's a telegram for you!"

Not long after, an old man came out of the old house. He was about fifty or sixty years old, leaning on a cane, and dressed simply but cleanly. His facial features were somewhat similar to Yang Mingwu, except that his cheeks were thin and his triangular eyes were cloudy. It was obvious that he was a person who was difficult to get along with.

The neighbors heard the noise and came out to watch. They asked with envy, "Aunt Yang, it's your son's letter again, right? How much money did he send this time?"

"Aunt Yang is so lucky! Her son is so hardworking and has become an officer in the army. He sends money home every month. I'm so envious!"

"Brother Yang is so filial! It's worth all the hard work you put into raising him, Aunt Yang..."

......

The praise from the people around her made Yang's mother look quite happy, and a smile spread across her face. She said to the postman in her local dialect, "Young man, I can't read. Please read to me."

"okay."

The postman opened the telegram sheet, which contained a series of numbers and the corresponding translated words. He read out the contents word by word.

"...Lieutenant Yang insisted on getting a divorce and marrying a new wife... He was punished by his superiors... There is no hope of promotion... His allowance has been cut in half, so come to the army immediately..."

In an instant, the air within a mile radius seemed to have been sucked out, and the surroundings were so quiet that it was frightening!

After the postman finished reading the contents of the telegram, he looked up and saw that everyone around him looked dumbfounded. Only then did he realize that the content of the telegram seemed not to be good.

"The telegram has been delivered. Then, I'll be leaving now."

The postman decisively handed the telegram to Yang's mother, got on his bicycle and drove away.

"What? My son was punished?"

Mother Yang's stiff mind finally reacted slowly, her eyes rolled back and she fell backwards.

As soon as the postman left, Yang's mother fell to the ground.