If it wasn't for his wife's estate next door soothing and advising him, Song Yun would never have let this bastard stay in his home.
That evening, Song Yun originally planned to eat out, but couldn't withstand Ye Qingqing's coquetry and ended up making a rich and delicious dinner himself.
"Damn! This is so good! Damn! This is so tasty too! Woo hoo, Song bro, I feel like everything I ate back in Forty-nine City was pigswill, this is so delicious, too delicious!"
Ouyang Jie cried while stuffing his mouth full of food.
...
The next morning at eight o'clock, a jeep with military plates stopped at the entrance of Song Yun's house.
A young soldier got out of the car, adjusted his uniform, and waited for Ouyang Jie to appear.
"Little Monkey?"
A voice called out from behind the soldier, who spun around to see the person he had been longing for, Huang Baoding!
"Squad leader? You... What are you doing here!"
