On the way back, Lu Jing's hand was tightly clasped and tucked into his own coat pocket by the man.
This man's body temperature really differed a lot from a woman's.
Lu Jing himself was freezing, but when he brushed against this man, he felt like a stove.
At the entrance of the unit, from afar, he was seen by the sentry.
Suffering from not being able to speak or burst into laughter while on duty, otherwise, he really would have had a good laugh.
This was Devil Jiang after all!
Look at this face, looking all henpecked, nothing like the Devil at all.
His mind was full of mockery, but his face dared not show it.
"Captain Jiang, wife!"
They respectfully called out as the two passed by.
Lu Jing smiled and nodded, and Jiang Ye didn't have any extra reactions, just swept a glance.
After returning home, Jiang Ye took the initiative:
"I'll cook, you rest for a while."
Lu Jing curled his lips and smiled:
"Are you sure?" he asked.
