Jiang Jianjun just found a vest to change, and planned to eat and go out to enjoy the coolness.

Hearing this, he hurriedly put down his clothes and hurriedly walked out: "At home, here you are." ”

After speaking, he walked to the door with some confusion, this is going to eat, who is coming to him at this time.

When he came out and saw his little daughter bowing her head and washing her hands, Jiang Jianjun also smiled and said, "Xiaoman, hurry up, I'll eat right away." ”

"Got it." Jiang Yi responded.

Jiang Jianjun went out and saw that it was a colleague from the unit, but although the two families lived closely, they generally had no contact, and couldn't help but be surprised.

"Lao Zhao, why are you here?"

"Why am I here, what are you doing so fast after work? The doorman has your letter, and he can't stop screaming when he sees you walking over, no, knowing that I live close to you, he asked me to send it to you, what's the matter, the family is ready to eat at night, are you so anxious? Lao Zhao quipped.

Jiang Jianjun's face changed the moment he heard the letter.

Hurriedly turned around and glanced into the courtyard.

Seeing that the youngest daughter had washed her hands and was about to enter the house, she was a little relieved.

Turning around, Jiang Jianjun held the letter tightly in his hand, and said in a somewhat uncomfortable tone: "Look, it's really troublesome for you, I told the doorman, I'll get the letter myself, I didn't expect him to let you run." ”

"Who knows, maybe I'm afraid that tomorrow I'll let the letter go too much, that's okay, you can go to dinner." Lao Zhao waved his hand and didn't care.

"Okay." Jiang Jianjun was so nervous that his heart beat faster just now, and he didn't have the heart to be polite at this time, so he said, "I'll invite you to dinner another day." ”

"Hey, I remember this, I didn't expect to be able to have a meal by sending a letter, Lao Jiang, I really didn't know you were so particular."

Lao Zhao laughed, patted Jiang Jianjun, and went home for dinner.

Standing in place and watching Lao Zhao walk out of the alley, Jiang Jianjun came back to his senses as if he had been awakened.

Looking down at the letter in his hand, Jiang Jianjun frowned.

I wanted to take it apart and take a look, but thinking that the neighbors in the alley might come out at any time, Jiang Jianjun hurriedly clutched the letter again, and hurriedly turned around and entered the yard.

"Jiayin eats this, my mother inquired about it today, and said that you can sleep well at night after eating, you eat more, and then you will go to the exam with a clear mind and get a good score."

Qian Yulan was taking advantage of Jiang Jianjun's absence, desperately sandwiching delicious food into her eldest daughter's dishes and chopsticks, and couldn't help but freeze when she saw her husband come in.

I was about to explain that I had done a lot today, not that she didn't give the dead girl food, but she saw that her husband was a little absent-minded and went directly to the bedroom.

Qian Yulan's eyes were sharp, and when she saw the letter in her husband's hand, she asked, "Jianjun, who got the letter?" ”

This unintentional sentence was like a thunderous explosion in Jiang Jianjun's ears.

Raised his head sharply.

Seeing that because of his wife's words, the whole family looked up.

Especially when the youngest daughter's calm eyes fell on the letter in his hand, Jiang Jianjun almost threw the letter away when he was nervous.

Finally controlled it, Jiang Jianjun only felt that his palms were sweating.

Holding back some trembling lips, Jiang Jianjun's tone was a little impatient and said: "Who else can there be, my comrade-in-arms, you don't know it." ”

After saying that, he hurriedly went to the bedroom.

Watching her husband's footsteps hurriedly enter the bedroom, Qian Yulan pursed her lips and muttered: "Every time it's like this, I'm afraid that people won't be able to read the letter of my comrades-in-arms?" I don't know what to write. ”

Jiang Jiayin listened with some curiosity and said: "Mom, does my father's comrade-in-arms always write to him, why have I never seen it?" ”