Chapter 12: who is waiting for
He hurried forward, saluted and apologized, "I\'m sorry Commander, I was late."
Fuxing waved his hand, "You are not late, and I am not waiting for you."
Meng Jie showed a puzzled expression.
He remembered that the commander lived alone, not waiting for him, but who was waiting for?
Could it be Bernard, the commander\'s chief staff officer? Colonel Lange?
Everyone in the Eighth Fleet knows that the relationship between the commander and the chief staff member is the best, and they even live in the same house, just next door.
Monger turned to Bernard next door. The Langer family turned their heads to look, and it didn\'t matter if they looked at the man lying on the courtyard wall.
Not Bernard. Who else could Lange have.
Fuxing snorted coldly, and gave Bernard a sneering look.
Since he was discovered, there is no need to hide anymore. Bernard supported the courtyard wall with one hand, jumped over easily, and walked past the guard robot with a big stab. Apparently it\'s not the first time he\'s done something like this.
Already have the right of way.
"Colonel Lange." Mengjie saluted seriously.
Bernard returned a military salute, and then asked nonchalantly, "Who are you waiting for here?"
"Isn\'t it waiting for you?" Meng Jie asked doubtfully.
"How is it possible? Adjutant Mengjie, when did you see that your commander was waiting for me?" Bernard\'s expression was exaggerated.
Meng Jie thought about it seriously, but he really didn’t.
Bernard bumped Fu Xing with his shoulder, and winked ambiguously, "Are you waiting for your new little wife?"
This sentence instantly reminded Meng Jie, reminding him of the announcement of the military department announcing the entire interstellar.
It was only then that he suddenly realized, and then his face turned red with excitement.
yes! The Commander is already married, so... are you waiting for the Commander\'s wife now?
"Listen to my wife, there was a sudden movement in your house yesterday afternoon. A strange woman came in. Is it your new wife?" Bernard and Fu Xing were the same age, married last year, and lived next door.
The news of Fuxing’s sudden marriage this time not only shocked the outside world, but also shocked the Eighth Fleet.
Even Bernard failed to get the news in advance, which made the officers of the Eighth Fleet very frustrated. That\'s why Bernard just came back, standing by the courtyard wall like a conscientious gossip reporter.
Over the courtyard wall, his wife is still waiting for his first-hand news!
Everyone is curious about what kind of woman the commander married.
"Her name is Lin Fu." Fu Xing replied.
The honest boy Meng Jie stretched his neck, anticipating what the Commander would say next.
But at this moment, someone came out from inside. A dark green knee-length skirt with thin shoulder straps, tasseled diamond earrings, thick curly hair casually and lazily draped over the shoulders, pink skin, peach-colored lips and big bright eyes.
The one who came out was clearly a little fairy, and when she came, she was a mixture of cuteness and **** charm, even Fu Xing, who had a firm mind and strong self-control, held her breath.
The man\'s cold and deep eyes seemed to eat her up.
Blushing, Meng Jie hastily lowered his head.
"Ahem..." Bernard, a married man, coughed in embarrassment, immediately attracting cold eyes from his friend and superior.
He dares to swear that Fu Xing has never looked at him with such terrifying eyes in the ten years of his acquaintance.
"Sorry for the long wait?" Lin Fu finished speaking before noticing that there were two more people at the door, and looked at Fu Xing with eyes asking for help.
"This is my lieutenant, Lieutenant Meng Jie, an outstanding graduate of the First Imperial Military Academy last year, and this is Colonel Bernard Lange, chief of staff of the Eighth Fleet." Good presentation.
Lin Fu replied with a grateful and flattering smile.
This relieved Fu Xing\'s restlessness a little, and his face was not as gloomy as before.
Good night, continue to cheer up during the New Year\'s Day holiday.