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Chapter 1990

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Zhou Hailan, who was too proud, too conceited, too arrogant, too uneducated, and didn't know how to respect others, didn't notice that the little assistant, who had been angered by her and ran out with an injured face, was called away after leaving the building.

Of course, Zhou Hailan had always been stingy with her concern for such insignificant people.

Jiang Yao felt much more energetic after waking up. When she woke up, she didn't see Lu Xingzhi, who was supposed to be resting on the bed. She thought he had returned to the study because he was afraid of infecting her. However, when she went to the study to find Lu Xingzhi, she saw him leisurely reading a book in the study.

The soldiers in the platoon were exhausted from the past two days. It was also raining outside, so the platoon gave everyone two days off. Moreover, many people were sick. Everyone's bodies weren't made of iron, so they needed to rest well.

"You're awake? I'll cook tonight. " Lu Xingzhi smiled when he saw Jiang Yao push the door open and enter. When he saw that she was wearing shoes, his smile deepened. "Oh right, there's a letter for you."

Lu Xingzhi casually took the letter out of the drawer and handed it to Jiang Yao. "It arrived two days ago. I forgot to tell you. I just remembered when I opened the drawer to take something out."

"Eh, who would send me a letter?" Jiang Yao was surprised. She took the letter and looked at it. The sender was actually Chen Feibai.

Lu Xingzhi took the opportunity to pull his little wife over to sit on his lap. He thought for a moment and went over to urge Jiang Yao to open the letter.

Lu Xingzhi also found it strange that Chen Feibai would send a letter to Jiang Yao for no reason. He was even a little jealous. However, although he was curious, he still had a bottom line. He wouldn't privately open Jiang Yao's letter.

When Jiang Yao tore open the letter, many photos fell out. She picked up the topmost photo from the table and looked at it. "Chen Feibai and Sister Zheng Yi are together!"

It was a picture of Chen Feibai and Zheng Yi. The two of them were standing on a vast grassland. Due to the season, the grass on the grassland was no longer as green as it was in spring and summer. There were signs of wilting. The two of them were holding guns in their hands. They were wearing clothes that covered their entire bodies, leaving only their noses and eyes exposed.

"Chen Feibai is really willful." Jiang Yao really had to hand it to Chen Feibai. He had not even recovered yet, but he could not wait to compete with Zheng Yi.

Both of them went to the anti-poaching volunteer camp at the border to protect the protected animals that were often poached at the border of the country.

This was Zheng Yi's new life direction and value. She didn't expect Chen Feibai to go there so early.

Before reading the contents of the letter, Jiang Yao first looked at the photos. She didn't know who took the photos, but there was no doubt that every photo was taken beautifully.

Sometimes, it was just a photo of a desert sunset. Other times, it was a photo of Chen Feibai and Zheng Yi entering the border together. There were also photos of them taking photos with small animals that trusted them very much.

These photos seemed to be quietly narrating Chen Feibai and Zheng Yi's vast and unique life. They also told Jiang Yao that Chen Feibai and Zheng Yi were very happy over there.

In the letter, Zheng Yi and Jiang Yao were concerned about the foreign exchange meeting. They said that when they saw that Changkang wasn't on the list, she and Chen Feibai were relieved.

Speaking of the final result of the exchange meeting, Jiang Yao felt that the organizer must have felt quite sullen.

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