Chapter 162

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After seeing Liu Sheng off, Lin Feng couldn't help but browse the house again,

then sat on the sofa, lost in a daze and deep thought.

The theater commander, disregarding the criticism from below, had resolutely assigned a division-level apartment to him—or rather, to a small captain.

This undoubtedly released several signals.

Hmm, overall, it was almost no different from what He Zhijun had said.

Only one point: an extremely clear attempt to win him over, ensuring he couldn't jump ship to another theater.

Conversely, it meant being ungrateful or unappreciative, which would lead to being disliked, loathed, or even abandoned...

Fortunately, Lin Feng had never thought about jumping ship, and he certainly wouldn't!

The plot of the Special Forces world all took place in the Southeast Theater.

His home was here too, so one had to ask: wouldn't jumping ship be a very stupid act?

"Living two lifetimes, I finally have a house of my own. It feels really good!"

Lin Feng murmured, feeling emotional, and his eyes crinkled with a smile.

Although he wasn't short of money and could easily buy many houses,

the nature of this one was absolutely incomparable and in a different league.

Could a house in the theater compound be bought just because one had money?

Without a doubt, this was an interpretation and symbol of being recognized and valued.

At the same time, it declared that he had truly entered the field of vision of the high-level leadership!

Without further ado, Lin Feng ended his daze and silly grin, got up, and left the house.

It was noon, so he would eat first, then go buy some daily necessities.

Driving the car, he meandered slowly, familiarizing himself with the environment of his future 'home'...

When the car arrived at the compound gate,

a pair of teenagers walked toward him, seemingly whispering about something.

Seeing this, Lin Feng stepped on the brake, leaned out of the car window, and smiled:

"Walking without looking at the road, what will you do if you bump into someone?"

"Ah, Brother Lin Feng!"

The next second, the young girl Lin Xiaoxiao transformed into a butterfly and flew happily to the side of the car.

She was wearing a long white dress and flat sandals.

Bouncing and jumping, she looked very much like a butterfly—a happy little butterfly!

Leaning against the car window, looking closely at the face she hadn't seen in over half a month, Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes crinkled with a smile.

"Brother Lin Feng, why are you here?"

"My unit assigned me a house, so I'm here to take possession."

"Oh, really?"

"Haha, when has Brother Feng ever lied to you? Is it necessary?"

Lin Feng smiled and shook his head, not wanting to dwell on this question, so he changed the subject:

"Little girl, what's going on with you? Did you skip class?"

"I did not! Have you heard of monthly leave?"

"Oh, then why don't you introduce your little boyfriend?"

"Ah, I almost forgot!"

While Lin Xiaoxiao tapped her forehead, she turned around and waved: "Chenguang, come over quickly."

Hearing the call, He Chenguang walked over with a heavy expression.