Chapter 627 - 451 Pre-Departure Arrangements_3

"Mhm."

"Also, the Special Service Cup, convenience points... oh, right, convenience points."

Fang Huai said, slapping his forehead:

"I should still make a trip there on Wednesday morning before leaving. I promised to cut hair for a few aunts, and they even have my number. During the Martial Arts Competition the other day, they called and asked about it; I had agreed to give them a trim before National Day. Almost forgot... If I let them down again, they’ll throw a fit, and we really can’t afford to offend them."

Ye Jiahong laughed, "That group of crafty old women, with every ’okay’ from you, you don’t know what kind of tumultuous life you’re going to face. You’re spoiling them, even daring to give them your phone number. In the future, when you become the Corps Captain, they’ll come knocking on Shachong Road, using canes to look for you to cut their hair."

Fang Huai rolled his eyes.

"You know why I want to write the Tao Te Ching, right?"

Ye Jiahong raised his hand, "Okay, okay, you’re awesome, you’re the man."

Only then did Fang Huai continue, "You all need to keep an eye on the construction crew in the backyard, and take care of my tree. I saw the excavator moving towards that area; tell them to be careful not to knock it over. Also, they started construction next to the Training Tower; the machinery is noisy every day, and Little White can’t sleep. Move it to the living room; I’ll have Wang Peng make a bed for it, buy a cushion; I’ll pay for it..."

Cao Yi couldn’t help but interrupt with a laugh, "Alright, alright, the brothers are all watching. I’m telling you, you’re a hard-working soul, but can you be this attentive when you’re in Leadership?"

Ye Jiahong also added, "Can’t be at ease without being busy."

Fang Huai arched his eyebrows, "When I’m in leadership, that’s a government agency, the Second Squadron, this I truly consider my home."

With those words, both fell silent.

Perhaps only the Squadron, the Company, could make a soldier feel at home—once at a government agency, it becomes merely a place of work.

Of course, there’s still passion, but that’s a passion for the Troops.

Cao Yi smiled, "Don’t worry, this is our home, all of us."

Fang Huai was about to nod.

Ye Jiahong, moved, gave him a pat and said:

"Brother, for what you’ve just said, I’ll put in a little extra effort for your tree."

Fang Huai’s face fell instantly.

"Don’t you burn it to death!"

...

The next day.

The weather in Guiyang is like flipping a switch; you simply can’t predict it the day before.

Yesterday was still bitterly cold, but today, before noon, a bit of sunshine peeked through, and the temperature rose quite a bit.

Fang Huai, wearing a black baseball jacket he had just bought from the mall, stood downstairs at the Hotel, gauging his rate of second looks.

The extra few centimeters the System gave him, combined with long-term exercise and the military’s habitually upright posture, indeed incredibly boosted his overall image. A fashionable girl with a green and black explosive hairdo and over-the-knee socks just passed by, as well as a group of high school girls, all staring at him.

"So handsome..."

Fang Huai, not yet conscious of his handsome appeal, still felt quite pleased inside to hear that.

But looking is enough; we’re not suitable.

Because Yang Shaoqing was there, and mom wasn’t stingy, the hotel she drove was the Sheraton. A fairy-like lady emerged in a ladylike outfit of a cardigan, light skirt, and flat shoes, her 172 cm height still remarkable.

So ethereal and fair.

That’s what you call a turnback rate.

"Turtle, turtle, turtle!"

Fang Huai watched her speed up, almost getting into a horse stance.

A spin and a hug made Old Master Zhang behind them grin so hard that wrinkles formed around his eyes.

A boy, appearing quite the second generation heir, walked out of the hotel as well, staring stunned at Yang Shaoqing’s stunning retreat, feeling as if love had just brushed by and then flew away.

So, he viciously whipped out his car keys, lit up a Mercedes GLK parked beside them, and approached from behind.

"Excuse me, please move. I need to leave."

These days, a young person in Guiyang driving a small Mercedes SUV is considered quite well-off.

Fang Huai glanced back, "We’re not blocking your way out though!"

The fairy-lady clung to Fang Huai’s arm, "Right, we’re not in your way."

Seeing that his show-off attempt only earned Yang Shaoqing’s scornful look, the guy bristled, "Cough, I’m exiting from this side."

Fang Huai’s face twitched as he pointed in another direction:

"Buddy, the road is over there."

The fairy-imitating girl followed suit, raising her hand:

"Right, the road is that way."

The second generation heir completely lost heart, no longer wished to posture, and just wanted to drive away.

At this moment, Zhang Mei approached and glanced at the car, understanding that youngsters have their vanity, and said:

"Huai Huai, last time I met with Mr. Liu for collaboration, his son was driving a car like that... Porsche, the round kind you liked when you were little. I think it’s quite nice. How about you get a driver’s license and buy one?"

Fang Huai looked at Yang Shaoqing with a smile, "The Dowager has spoken, buy one?"

Yang Shaoqing finally dropped the imitation, shook her head with a bit of arrogance, "Don’t buy it! We don’t need it!"

Fang Huai turned to his mother with a smile, "Did you hear that? We have money, but we don’t show off. We don’t need it!"

Yang Shaoqing playfully laughed, "Yes, we don’t show off, we don’t need it!"

The white Mercedes GLK, with its occupant inside sporting a dark face, sped off with a press of the accelerator.

Zhang Mei’s laughter seemed to reach across the street, feeling like she had found the obedient daughter she had always dreamed of.

"Great, great, not buying is fine too. Shaoqing, what do you want to eat?"

Yang Shaoqing looked at Fang Huai.

"What do you want to eat?"

Fang Huai smacked his lips, "Meat."

Yang Shaoqing then looked at Zhang Mei, "Meat!"

After a moment, she added an adjective, "Delicious meat!"

Zhang Mei’s laughter seemed ready to burst, feeling as if she had picked up a dutiful daughter she had longed for.

"Haha... okay, okay, we’ll go eat delicious meat!"

The family of three, with Yang Shaoqing happily bounding along, laughed their way down the street as if they had just won five million dollars.

(Nearly 1000 words short, won’t burn the midnight oil anymore, will make up for it tomorrow)