I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Long Weiguo took the tea and said with a smile, "Carrying out a mission is carrying out a mission."

"A private meeting is a private meeting."

"It's not wrong to perform your duties according to the law, but the way you spoke yesterday, you were certainly quite energetic."

"When I was training new recruits, my emergency assembly calls weren't as loud as yours."

Zhao Yihang smiled sheepishly.

"Mainly because I have a strong sense of responsibility."

Wu Hanfeng was chewing a steamed bun when he heard this and almost choked.

A sense of responsibility?

The way he looked at Zhao Yuanchao yesterday wasn't just about a strong sense of responsibility.

That's because they're afraid the responsibility will come too slowly.

Long Weiguo took a sip of tea.

"Alright, go back to your seat and eat."

"Thank you, Uncle Long."

Zhao Yihang smiled brightly and turned to walk back.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Yuanchao subconsciously straightened his posture a little.

coming.

Now that brat has apologized to Long Weiguo, shouldn't it be his turn?

No matter what, he is still his biological father.

And they were punished the most severely yesterday.

Fifteen thousand words.

I wrote until 4:47 a.m.

Both emotionally and logically, this cup of tea should be given to myself first.

Zhao Yuanchao had even already figured out what he was going to say later.

There's no need to be too strict.

First, I let out a cold snort.

Ask him again if he had a particularly good time yesterday.

Finally, take the opportunity to clearly explain the proper boundaries in conduct and behavior.

However, Zhao Yihang walked up to him without stopping.

He went straight back to his seat.

Pick up your chopsticks.

I picked up a fried dough stick.

"Brother Feng, this is crispy."

Zhao Yuanchao, who had been sitting upright, froze.

The hand, which was halfway outstretched, also stopped in mid-air.

There was a moment of silence in the private room.

Wang Gang lowered his head to drink his porridge, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Li Cuicui quickly picked up the egg, using peeling the shell to hide her expression.

Zhao Long was even more direct; he lowered his head and drank half a bowl of soy milk in one gulp.

Zhao Yuanchao looked at Zhao Yihang, who was eating fried dough sticks, and said in a low voice.

"Have you forgotten something?"

Zhao Yihang paused.

"What?"

Zhao Yuanchao glanced at his teacup.

empty.

Zhao Yihang followed his gaze and suddenly realized what he meant.

"Oh, the teapot is on the left."

"Pour it yourself."

Zhao Yuanchao: "..."

With a "crack," the eggshell in Li Cuicui's hand was crushed by him.

Zhao Long's face turned slightly red from holding back.

Wang Gang finally put down his porridge bowl and coughed lightly.

"Old Zhao, how about I pour it for you?"

"Need not!"

Zhao Yuanchao practically spat out the two words through gritted teeth.

He stared at his own son, and the fire in his heart reignited.

it is good!

very good!

Pour tea for Uncle Long.

Apologize to Uncle Long.

When it's my turn, the teapot is on the left, so I'll pour it myself!

He was fined 15,000 words yesterday.

Not a single kind word was spoken today!

Zhao Yihang noticed something was off about his father's gaze, so he quickly lowered his head and pretended to eat seriously.

However, Long Weiguo and the others were all present.

He still had some confidence.

At most, I'll get a few words of scolding.

Scolding them a few times won't hurt them.

After finishing the last bite of his egg, Long Weiguo suddenly stood up.

"You guys eat first."

"I need to use the restroom."

Zhao Yihang raised his head.

"Uncle Long, you..."

Long Weiguo had already walked towards the door.

"Leave me alone."

"Eat yours."

The door opened.

Then I gently closed it again.

As Zhao Yihang looked at the door, the fried dough stick in his mouth suddenly didn't taste so good anymore.

Before he could react, Wang Gang also stood up.

"I'm going out to answer a phone call."

Zhao Yihang immediately looked at him.

Wang Gang took out his phone, his expression completely natural.

The problem is, the phone didn't ring.

The screen didn't light up either.

Zhao Yihang couldn't help but ask, "Political Commissar Wang, who fired that shot?"

Wang Gang paused in his steps.

"We haven't played it yet."

"I'll go outside and wait."

After saying that, he left.

Zhao Yihang: "..."

Isn't this excuse a bit perfunctory?

The phone hasn't come yet, should I go outside and wait?

Why didn't you go to the communications unit to pick them up beforehand?

Zhao Yihang slowly turned his head to look at Li Cuicui and Zhao Long.

The two of them almost simultaneously avoided his gaze.

Then, Zhao Long also stood up.

"I'm going to get something from the car."

Li Cuicui immediately got up as well.

"I'll go out and check the car too."

Zhao Yihang finally understood completely.

bathroom.

phone.

Take something.

Looking at cars.

In just half a minute, the four people came up with four reasons.

And they all point to the same result—

Leave the private room!

This is hardly a coincidence.

This was clearly a pre-arranged retreat!

Zhao Yuanchao remained silent throughout.

He even picked up the bowl of porridge and slowly took a sip.

That calm was more frightening than someone slamming their fist on the table and yelling.

Zhao Yihang felt a chill run down his spine.

He quickly turned his head to look at his last hope.

Wu Hanfeng.

Wu Hanfeng was still eating.

There were already three empty steamed bun wrappers in front of me.

He was holding the fourth one in his hand.

He seemed completely carefree, as if he had no idea that people were being moved from the private room.

Li Cuicui stood at the door, constantly giving him meaningful glances.

Blink your left eye first.

Blink your right eye again.

Finally, both eyes blinked together.

Wu Hanfeng stared at it for a long time before finally stopping chewing.

"Commander, are your eyes bothering you?"

Li Cuicui was almost driven to her death by him.

"Wu Hanfeng!"

"Come out for a moment."

"Something came up in the group, I just wanted to talk to you for a bit."

Wu Hanfeng looked down at the steamed bun in his hand.

"Wait until I finish eating."

Li Cuicui glared at him.

"Take it out and eat!"

Wu Hanfeng finally understood.

He glanced at Zhao Yuanchao first.

She glanced again at Zhao Yihang, whose face had turned pale.

Then, he stuffed the remaining half of the bun into his mouth in one bite.

stand up.

I grabbed an egg as well.

Zhao Yihang reacted quickly and grabbed his arm.

"Brother Feng!"

Wu Hanfeng lowered his head.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't go!"

"If you leave, I'm finished!"

Wu Hanfeng said, "It's not that bad."

"How could it not be that bad?"

Zhao Yihang gripped even tighter.

"All four of them went out!"

"Didn't you notice?"

"I can tell."

"Then why are you leaving?"

"That's precisely why I'm leaving."

Zhao Yihang: "..."

That was a very hurtful statement.

The injury was even more unacceptable than the mismatched socks from yesterday.