Chapter 269

Su Haitang lay on the stretcher, listening to Feng Aihua's constant self reproach and crying. She reluctantly felt that the air in the car was wet for dozens of percentage points, and it would rain if it didn't go well.

"Stop crying and have a drink."

Replenish the water you cry and stop dehydration. Who will take care of who then? Is it easy for her to pretend to be a patient?

Su Haitang advised him to mobilize the spirit spring to relieve his injury and suffer less for a while.

"You, are you thirsty? I'm sorry. I didn't take good care of you. I'll feed you water."

Feng Aihua swollen two peach eyes, unscrewed the kettle and put it to her mouth to feed her.

As soon as the water entered, Su Haitang tasted some peculiar smell sensitively.

She was harmed by Ji Fengyun's Fushui. She instinctively resisted and wanted not to drink, but Feng Aihua chased her for several mouthfuls.

"Don't be angry with me. I know I'm wrong. I admit I'm a little jealous of you. They're all from the countryside, but you bring so many cosmetics and snacks."

Feng Aihua came up to her ear and whispered her mistake. She kept singing and taking care of her with her handkerchief to wipe the water overflowing from her mouth.

Su Haitang frowned and tried to interrupt her, but he was watered several times.

"Yingying, you are still so popular. Everyone in the dormitory likes you. You are punished. Both male and female soldiers run with you. Even the monitor and platoon leader talk to you alone."

"Yingying, you obviously have an object. Why do you want to hook up with Ji Fengyun? He's so good-looking. I, I like him too."

Su Haitang was dazed by her series of cries. She waved weakly and wanted to push away the kettle that seemed to hold the whole Yanjiao reservoir.

"You..." stop crying.

Dizziness hit, and Su Haitang's arm suddenly fell soft.

Feng Aihua calmly screwed on the kettle, pulled her a blanket, covered most of her face, and shouted to the driving veterans to stop.

"I have a stomachache. I want to go down for convenience for five minutes."

Feng Aihua rubbed the corners of his clothes and smiled awkwardly, pointing to Su Haitang lying quietly.

"Begonia is asleep. Don't wake her up."

The veteran looked at the dark night outside and handed her a flashlight.

"Hurry up, don't go far, pay attention to safety."

Feng Aihua thanked her for her kindness. She took the flashlight, opened the door, jumped out of the car, covered the door and ran away quickly.

The veteran looked at Su Haitang sleeping with her head covered in the rearview mirror. He could see that her upper body fluctuated slightly and her breathing was steady and long. He felt relieved to get out of the car, lean against the front of the car and take the opportunity to light a cigarette to relieve her addiction.

The north wind is bleak. It looks like snow.

The veteran took a hard smoke and slowly spit out the smoke ring. The lamp pulled his shadow long.

Out of the corner of his eye, he paid attention to the female soldier. She hurried back and walked in the dark with a flashlight.

The light of the flashlight moved restlessly up, down, left and right in the dark, and soon stopped moving in one direction.

It should be that the female soldier found the position and began to release. The veteran restrained his eyes and aimed at another car driving slowly ahead.

This year's recruits are a bit interesting. The noise is really big.

They veterans tried their best to train some good seedlings. Unexpectedly, ye Qin's fool did such a thing, which made him have to go so far at night. He was frozen to death.

The veteran stamped his feet, shrunk his neck and looked back impatiently.

The little north wind is whizzing, like cutting meat with a small knife. Doesn't the female soldier feel cold? Has it been a while? Does she want to pee out of another reservoir?

The veteran frowned, walked near the flashlight, coughed heavily and asked, "Hey, are you finished?"

There was a rustle in the grass. The female soldier seemed to mutter something, which was covered up by the sound of the car engine.

"What are you talking about?"

The veteran subconsciously took another step.

"I, I'm going to have a holiday! Whining." Feng Aihua seemed to be frightened by him, dared to repeat it, and was ashamed to cry again.