The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

Chapter 883: There is a man in her room

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The Yang family relatives standing next to Yang’s mother were all smiling at Ye Jian. Isn’t this little girl the one who played darts last night? It is said that the grades in the school are top, the classmates in Hengheng class last night, she was the one who talked the most.

At this moment, Ye Jian, who felt like a drum in his heart, tightened the bag that contained Xia Jinyuan's military uniform. When Mother Yang praised her, her face began to flush.

The guilty conscience and tension made her work hard to maintain the smile on her face, and don't show anything strange.

When the relatives of the Yang family saw the little girl being praised by the adult, they blushed with shame, and smiled kindly and joked: "Look at you when you said the little girl was shy. Okay, she has to go back to the room for breakfast, you Stop boasting, it's never too late to boast after you finish eating."

In the laughter of relatives, Mother Yang's eyes fell on Ye Jian's breakfast, "I like it when I look at Xiaoye. Luo Luo is generous and capable, and is a good boy." To Ye Jian, "I will ask the waiter to give it to you." Send it over, don't screw it yourself."

I had a chat with Lao Yang in bed last night and felt that it was a good way to recognize Xiaoye as a goddaughter, which made the Yao family feel jealous.

Seeing what the Yao family did last night, it was because she had never liked to fight with others, but she also felt a chill in her heart.

There is no principle for dealing with others! The girl Jing had grown into such an incapable temper. Old Yao and his wife were the culprits. They had harmed the girl themselves, but they didn't even know it.

Ye Jian just wanted to get out and leave quickly, and said with a polite smile: "No need, Auntie, there are not many things, thank you."

"You're polite with Auntie again. The elevator is coming. You should go back to your room for dinner first. I will let Yang Heng come to see you later." When I invited her tonight, Mother Yang said with a smile, thinking about inviting Ye Jian to eat at home tonight.

How could Yang Heng find her late? Ye Jian hurriedly said: "Auntie, I'll leave before I have something to do. What happened last night is over, there is nothing on my side, thank you for your concern."

Yu Guang glanced at the number of the elevator floor, and there was another floor,... It was a long wait.

"Leave so early? Then you go back to your room for breakfast first." Just as the elevator arrived, Mother Yang smiled: "Quickly go in, it's late, breakfast is cold."

Seeing Ye Jian, who said "goodbye" to herself, entered the elevator, Mother Yang always had a warm smile in her eyes. The child was afraid of trouble to her house, but in the final analysis, it was Yang Heng who was tired of the child. .

Jing girl just watched her get close to Yang Heng, and then targeted Ye Jian everywhere, let's talk about it... It's still the Jing girl's mind that broke from the root!

In the gap of the slowly closing elevator, Ye Jian saw Mother Yang and the others leaving with a smile. The door was not closed yet, and Ye Jian was leaning against the cold metal surface of the elevator, with a little sweat on the tip of her nose.

When the elevator stopped to the correct floor, the second when Ye Jian stepped out of the elevator, she took a deep breath, and then... suffocated all the way to the door of her room.

He took out his card and swiped the door and went in quickly, and finally came back smoothly without encountering the classmates again.

She was never nervous at the scene of the car accident. When she returned to the hotel, she was so nervous as a thief. Sure enough, she couldn't let go of herself as long as it had something to do with Team Xia, and her heartstrings were tense.

The room was very quiet, there was no sound, and the door was closed gently, Ye Jian walked in and took a look, finally relieved the weather, her breathing was tight again, and her face inevitably blushed again. .