"This ......"

The accompanying director and adjutant were a little embarrassed. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Bai Weiwei chased after her, and happened to see the stinky hooligan slowly tearing off the scarf from his face last time, sniffing the fragrance, and looking at herself with a playful expression: "It's a troupe for a long time?" ”

Dead girl, this time it's in her own hands!

"Cough, Master Lu, I misunderstood, this girl is not from our art troupe, she is the daughter of Director Jiang, come to the group to find her mother."

The director hurriedly intervened to play the round, she watched Bai Weiwei grow up, of course she recognized it.

Bai Weiwei's eyebrows twitched, division commander? Squinted at the row of stars on his shoulder, oops, it's really at the level of a division commander.

Seeing that he also had a piece of cotton yarn on his forehead, he was hit by a stone last time and was bleeding, and it is estimated that he was injured unclearly.

Thinking that he threw a stone and smashed the division commander, Bai Weiwei's hair stood on end, this time he was in trouble, if he planned with himself and asked someone to arrest him, the military court would at least convict him of assassinating a national officer, right?

Lu Shaodong doesn't need to look much to know that this dead girl now knows that she is ruthless, hmph, can you casually hit people with stones on the road? Fortunately, her life was hard, otherwise she would have been stoned to death.

"Ahem! Dumb? You can't shout at anyone! ”

The man cleared his throat and glared at her with a righteous expression.

Bai Weiwei puffed out her bun face, and said reluctantly: "Good teacher." ”

"Hmm."

Lu Shaodong turned his back and nodded seriously: "The art troupe is important, and idle people are not allowed to enter indiscriminately, do you know?" ”

Is this a reprimand? The director pinched his sweat, what's wrong with the new division commander, can't he get along with a girl, right?

What's more, she is still the daughter of Director Jiang.

Bai Weiwei nodded honestly and pouted: "Hmm." ”

But I scolded in my heart, stinky rascal! It's disgusting to pretend to be serious now.

"I know that I don't retreat! Wait for someone to lift it! Lu Shaodong reprimanded him proudly, held his chest high behind his back, and strode past her.

The director who followed behind squeezed her eyebrows and made a lip shape: "Good, let's play." ”

Bai Weiwei left angrily, took two steps and paused, no, he hasn't returned the scarf to himself!

She turned around, wanted to ask for it, looked at the back of the group, and immediately dismissed the thought.

The stinky rascal made it clear that he was taking revenge on himself, and if he chased after him, he would send it to the door for him to be humiliated, or if he didn't want it, it was just a scarf.

This idea is completely self-deception, not long after returning to her mother, she regretted it, it was the first thing Gao Fengyi gave herself, she should keep it well, and she can take it out to remember when she is old.

After the rehearsal, Jiang Chunhong was ready to push the entertainment and go home with her baby girl, who knows, her daughter was not giving up, her face was entangled, and she was curious: "Weiwei, what's the matter?" ”

Bai Weiwei swallowed her saliva: "Mom, I lost the scarf." ”

Jiang Chunhong glanced at her neck, yes, she was wearing a red scarf when she came, "Where did you lose it?" If you can't find it, forget it, Mom will buy you a better-looking one. ”

When did my daughter still know how to cherish things?

Bai Weiwei shook her head: "That one was given to me by Fengyi, I want to get it back." ”

Jiang Chunhong rolled her eyes, why did she give birth to a seed of infatuation, Cheng Tianfengyi Fengyi, I am afraid that she even forgot her own mother.

"Okay, I'll ask people to help you find it, as long as you don't get out of this art troupe, you can find it nine times out of ten."

Bai Weiwei grabbed her sleeve and muttered in a low voice: "The scarf was in the hands of the division commander who came to inspect, and it just accidentally flew into his face, and he gave me a lecture and confiscated the scarf." ”

Jiang Chunhong was stunned, division commander? There was indeed a leader to inspect today, and it turned out to be a division commander, and the rank was high.

But the scarf flew on his face, and when he thought about it, he felt ambiguous and embarrassed, what stupid thing did his stupid girl do, if she was a family, she might not look good.

"Weiwei, obedient, don't want it, buy another one that is exactly the same, and no one knows."

Jiang Chunhong is pragmatic, she doesn't talk about feelings, she only talks about superficial skills, as long as her son-in-law can't find out, can't she?

"Alright, let's go back then."

Bai Weiwei is sensible and knows that her mother has her own considerations.

The mother and daughter were about to go back, when suddenly the director came and shouted: "Alas, Chunhong, Chunhong is slow." ”

Jiang Chunhong paused, and the director walked up to them: "Master Lu ordered, everyone will go to the auditorium to listen to the summary report, and when it's over, let's go to the cafeteria for a meal together." ”

Bai Weiwei bit her lip, unwilling, listening to this dead rascal make a serious summary on the top, it's funny to think about it.

Jiang Chunhong thought for a moment, and immediately nodded in agreement.

What's the reason not to save face?

In the auditorium of the art troupe, on the wide stage, the crimson curtain was opened, and a man in a military uniform stepped on the stage with military boots and gave a speech on the podium with a pile of flowers.

"Comrades have worked hard!"

Looking up at this sentence, the crowd below was passionate and applauded, but Bai Weiwei sat quietly, her hands hanging on both sides, as if she was paralyzed.

Lu Shaodong's leopard-like eyes narrowed, his eyes swept slightly, and his sharp eyes swept towards Bai Weiwei, Jiang Chunhong noticed it, and poked his daughter with his elbow, "Don't make a child's temper!" ”

Bai Weiwei clapped her hands reluctantly, and a few female literary soldiers behind her muttered: "This division commander Lu is really young, he became a division commander at such a young age." ”

"Who says it's not, he looks quite manly, look at him and smile, it's bad."

"Heh, you like bad things, I think, it's better to be a decent man."

……

Jiang Chunhong didn't hear it, she was one of these female soldiers back then, but she was the final winner.

“…… Whether it is a performance or a battle, you must be calm, clearly follow the correct guidelines and policies, and don't be brutal and stupid, such as casually picking up stones on the road and smashing innocent people! This kind of behavior is purely mentally retarded, and the people of our troops, do things, with brains! ”

The man's voice was very intimidating and low, and through the microphone, the harsh words came into Bai Weiwei's ears one after another, and she couldn't wait to smash him again, and actually mocked herself in front of so many people.

She was angry, not knowing that her mother was squinting at her.

Jiang Chunhong was alert, she had already noticed that something was wrong, why did this Master Lu speak on the stage, and he had to sweep his daughter with his eyes every few minutes?

She didn't forget, Bai Weiwei said, the red scarf flew on the man's face, in this era, it was a lot of personal objects, like a love token.

Seeing that this man is young, he shouldn't be married yet, is it...... Do you like your daughter?