The gangster of fast wearing took the scumbag script

Chapter 1099 At the beginning of the sixties: the best little daughter 17
At night, in the small but well-equipped room, the young couple lay face to face, and the bright moonlight made everything quiet and beautiful.

When Xihe saw Ji Changqing staring at her, he would easily blush. His eyes were dark and deep, which made people want to be intoxicated. During the day, he was a calm and serious officer. At night, when the two of them were alone, he would stare at her so unscrupulously.

Ji Changqing stretched out his hand and gently touched the snow-white face in front of him.

He has been exercising all year round, participating in various tasks, and his fingertips are rough, rubbing against her chin can't help itching.

Xihe stretched out her hand to cover the back of his hand, and rubbed lightly: "Old Ji~"

Ji Changqing: "..."

With a smile on her face, Xihe slowly moved closer to him, whispering on his lips: "Husband~"

Ji Changqing moved his palm down, sliding from her graceful back to her soft waist, with a half-smile: "Don't want to sleep tonight?"

The big palm kneaded gently, and the panting waist was instantly relaxed.

Xihe swallowed, and shifted her gaze from his strong arms to his hard chest, oh, it's hard for her to refuse this request.

Ji Changqing, who is so young and lively, makes people want to stop from head to toe.

She approached him cheerfully: "Don't sleep anymore~"

The sky is bright, what to sleep, wake up!
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Undoubtedly, Xihe didn't wake up until noon, and Ji Changqing just came back with a box of lunch, and waited for people to eat before going to work.

The women in the compound covered their mouths and sniggered, alas, this newcomer is just different.

Look at Lao Ji like a brat, spoiling everyone to heaven.

Xihe put on a well-tailored long skirt, with her long hair tied behind her head, revealing a smooth forehead, looking intellectual and elegant. She took Ji Changqing's washed clothes to the yard and dried them one by one.

Ji Changqing soaked the clothes in the morning and washed them when he came back at noon.

A few days ago, she washed her clothes once, and her hands were wrinkled. Ji Changqing refused to let her wash after seeing it.

Of course, maybe in order not to make her feel like a waste, he gave her the job of drying the clothes.

After drying the clothes, Xihe cleaned up the house and went out with a small bag. Several women knitting sweaters passing by the door raised their heads and said hello to her: "Where is Xiaohe going?"

Xihe smiled and said, "Go to the city and have a look, my sister-in-law is knitting a sweater."

The sisters-in-law nodded one after another and watched her go away.

Xihe left the camp and waited nearby for a while, when a car from the army came by, so he took the car to the city.

The military camp she was in was on the outskirts, about two hours away from the city, and it was almost six o'clock in the evening when Xihe returned from shopping in the city.

Ji Changqing opened the door and came in: "Have you entered the city?"

The days in the camp were peaceful, and any disturbance would spread throughout the compound.

Xihe raised the book in his hand: "Yes, I went to buy some flower seeds and a few books."

Ji Changqing picked it up and flipped through it. They were all positive books promoting the red regime, and several newspapers, some of which were marked.

Xihe took the initiative: "How about I make money by submitting articles?"

Ji Changqing paused and looked at her.

Xihe was in high spirits: "I don't have any special skills, but my knowledge is not bad. Anyway, I have nothing to do at home. It's better to write manuscripts to earn some pocket money. What do you think?"

He raised his head and looked at him with bright eyes.

College entrance examination in the 70s, business in the 80s, real estate in the 90s, these are all opportunities, but she is in the 60s, at this time, it is best to be honest and not be a monster.

After much deliberation, she decided to grow flowers, write manuscripts, and keep to herself.

Ji Changqing patted her head: "Okay, if you want to do it, do it."

Xihe smiled happily, rushed forward and hugged him: "My husband, you are so kind!"

After dinner in the evening, the two of them got into bed, and Xihe lay in Ji Changqing's arms, reading to Ji Changqing with a book in his hand.

Her voice was like a gentle river, flowing quietly in the night, Ji Changqing listened very attentively.

He hasn't studied for two years, and he has seen the difference between reading and not reading in the army for so long, and he has been studying hard. At this time, when Xihe read it, he subconsciously began to study.

The sound of reading was unhurried and lasted until ten o'clock before the lights in the room were turned off.

Ji Changye who just came back from outside: "..."

Xihe is very free by Ji Changqing's side. She sleeps until she wakes up naturally, and controls the family's financial power. Ji Changqing still doesn't let her do housework, and she is raised white and fat in a short time.

Xihe touched the flesh on her stomach, wanting to cry but not crying.

Ji Changqing squeezed: "It's as cute as the little pig I raised when I was a child."

Xihe:? ? ?
Listen, is this human?

She was so angry that she punched him on the chest: "Bah, bah, you're a pig!"

Ji Changqing held her weak little fist: "Your strength is so weak, I will make it up for you tomorrow."

Xihe pounced on him and bit him.

As long as the two of them are at home, there will always be laughter and laughter in the room. Ji Changye directly plugs his ears with cotton through a wall, and then comes back less and less often.

"Xiaohe, do you know Changye's partner?"

In the afternoon, the aunt and daughter-in-law sat under the tree, some knitting sweaters, and some wearing shoe soles.

Xihe is also knitting a sweater in her hands, gray wool balls, half of the sleeves have come out, the style is the simplest flat stitch.

She glanced at the gossip-eyed aunt, and knew that she probably saw something, and couldn't wait to share it with everyone.

"Auntie, what did you see?"

The aunt slapped her thigh: "I went to the city the day before yesterday and saw Xiao Ji and her in a state-run hotel!"

"Oh, that little white-faced one, wearing a small shirt, the two of them are very close. Xiaohe, are they dating? When are you going to get married?"

Ji Changye did a good job of keeping secrets, and no one knew about Xia Luo's entry into the bureau.

Xihe shook her head and said with a smile, "I don't know either."

Xia Luo ruined her reputation, and she also ruined Xia Luo's reputation, and made it difficult for her to marry Ji Changye.They were even again.

As for the future?If Xia Luo doesn't come to provoke her, she won't take the initiative to attack.

As a result, this person couldn't bear to think about it.

That day she finished writing the manuscript, took the army car into the city, and was going to post the manuscript at the post office.

As soon as I got out of the car, I saw Xia Luo walking on the road with a basket. She had changed a lot compared to before, her skin had turned whiter, her clothes were fresh, and she looked quite foreign.

Xihe just glanced away, turned the corner, and went straight into the post office.

In October, late autumn, and the season of fruitful fruits, Xihe wrote a poem praising autumn, even if it cannot be used, it will not go wrong.

She took the opportunity to buy some meat and called the fat aunt's family to eat at night.

When the fat aunt came with her grandson, Ji Changqing was making dumplings in an apron, chopping the dough, and rolling the dough. up.

The fat aunt's eyes lit up, and she kept boasting that Ji Changqing would love others.

(End of this chapter)