Chapter 701: Chapter 401: Husband, Husband, Hurry Up
The shopkeeper handed her the change, and she spent another ten yuan on a sewing kit before finally turning to leave the store.
He was already straddling the motorcycle, waiting for her. She handed over his wallet: "Here you go."
Henry Sullivan took the wallet and put it in his pocket.
After she got on the bike sideways, he started the engine and drove away.
On the way back, she didn’t say a word. He was puzzled because on the way there, she wouldn’t stop talking about how nice the weather was, how fresh the air felt, and how pleasant the breeze was.
Once he returned the motorcycle and paid the local, he led her out again.
He was carrying the clothes, while she walked with her head down, looking listless.
"What’s wrong? Is wearing this kind of outfit that upsetting for you?"
Ivy Miller looked at him: "What do you know? A woman feeling down isn’t always about clothes."
"Then what’s it about?"
"I’m feeling annoyed, hmph," she grabbed the clothes and walked quickly ahead.
Henry Sullivan raised an eyebrow. Is this how someone with a leg pain would act?
As they reached the gate of the military base, Ivy Miller suddenly thought of something and looked back with a bright smile, shouting from ten meters away: "Honey, honey, hurry up!"
Henry Sullivan glanced at the warrior, then shifted his gaze to Ivy Miller, quickly stepped forward, and pulled her inside the compound.
Ivy Miller giggled. Sure enough, he’s so concerned about saving face. Even being called "husband" can scare him like this, amazing, this uncle.
But he deserved it. Let him bully her again.
They walked nearly fifty meters before Henry Sullivan let go of her: "Did you do that on purpose?"
The whole base today was talking about his little wife dancing.
The mess from that incident hadn’t even been cleared up, and she started again.
When he called the superior this morning, even the superior asked him about it.
It looks like he’s destined to become famous around the base.
Ivy Miller put on an innocent face: "What did I do again?"
"Can you change how you address me?"
"Why should I? Is it wrong to call you husband? You are my husband.
We already have our marriage certificate.
Besides, didn’t you tell me not to call you by your full name outside? So should I call you comrade? Officer? Chief?"
Ivy Miller blinked her big eyes, looking very aggrieved.
"If I called you uncle in front of so many people, do you think they might suspect you’re having an inappropriate affair? So, ’husband’ really is the most suitable title.
My mom calls my dad husband too, it’s not illegal, nor does it violate military discipline."
Henry Sullivan looked at her, his face full of helplessness, and seeing his expression, Ivy Miller felt utterly satisfied.
He’s allowed to mess with her emotionally.
When it comes to picking fights, if she claims she’s second, who dares to claim they’re the first?
Let them come forward, she’ll drive them crazy.
Henry Sullivan pointed to the low building in the distance: "Alright, alright, I’m too lazy to argue with you about this. Go back to the dormitory and stay put."
She pouted, "What about you?"
"Back to the office," his tone was unfriendly, and he turned and left.
Ivy Miller shrugged and cheerfully turned towards the dormitory.
The sun was so bright, why wasn’t it raining today? As soon as she entered the room, she immediately took out the photo from Henry Sullivan’s wallet.
This woman... is indeed quite beautiful. She must be the gentle and graceful type.
Could it be that Henry Sullivan likes this kind of type?
She let out a hum, took out her phone, opened the camera, and snapped a picture of the photo.
No, I have to find out who this woman is.