Lieutenant, stand at attention and rest!

Surprised and moved, I pulled open the bedroom curtains, and found that the red bedspread, which had been washed and ravaged after only one day, was hung all over the small balcony. . .

Rushing back to the bed protecting important parts, he found a set of water-red Bar neatly stacked on the bedside table next to him.Yao Xiaojing was almost moved to death. .She straightened her voice and called out softly: "Husband---------------husband----------"

No one answered.

Thinking he didn't hear it, she emphasized her tone and changed her familiar title: "Mu Feng------------Mu Feng---------Are you there?"

It was still dead. . .

What are you doing. . .He disappeared early in the morning!

"Crazy Chen---------------Are you there!!" Her soft voice had turned into the roar of a Lion in the River East. .

The sound of the lock turning came from the outer door, she was startled, she quickly wrapped her body in a thin quilt, and stared at the door with full attention. .

"Xiaojing---------are you calling me?" A deep voice reassuring her came from outside.

She didn't answer, and waited for him to rush over and push open the bedroom door before she suddenly raised her angry face from under the quilt. .

Standing at the door was Chen Mufeng, who was dressed in the uniform of an officer, so handsome that she almost couldn't hold back the anger on her face. .

"Xiao Jing...Look what I bought for you." He walked in, holding a small cake box in his hand. .

Sitting on the side of the bed, his big dark hands deftly opened the delicate package and placed it in front of her eyes. .

When the freshly baked Portuguese custard and glutinous rice cake were presented in front of her, Yao Xiaojing couldn't help being stunned. .The anger that was originally pent up in her heart was also driven away by the surge of emotion that followed, and she looked at him with some emotion: "You bought it..."

"Ho ho..." He just smirked.

It takes half an hour to drive from home to the bakery on the package. Looking at the sweat on his forehead, she knew that her Mu Feng was acting stupid again. . .

I couldn't bear to blame him for the crime of disappearing in the early morning, I stretched out my hand to hold his big wet hand, and said, "Do you still remember that I love to eat these..."

"Ho ho..." The squadron leader of his special brigade, the special warfare elite of the whole army, a master of all kinds of military regulations and operational disciplines, how could he not remember her favorite taste?

He was smiling like he was asking for credit, but suddenly two things appeared in front of his eyes. . .

A water-red lace Bra was attached to his nose. .

"This... It seems that you remember it too!" She suppressed a smile, watching the stern face with strong military temperament cracked and broken little by little in front of her. .It emits a dark red light. . .

He turned his face away, and said unnaturally: "Cough...remember a little..."

Yao Xiaojing turned him around. .

"I'm wearing clothes, don't look at them..." Her warning was somewhat deliberate. .

He is so honest. . .If you tell him to turn his head, he will turn around, and he can't even understand her flirting intention. . .

Ugh. . .

Yao Xiaojing got dressed, looked at her 32D sadly, and squeezed his firm buttocks: "Okay...don't be a saint... I don't know what you think, I am your wife... ...Do you think I will lose a piece of meat?"

The blush on his face hadn't faded yet, and upon hearing her resentful tone, he couldn't help being confused: "You...don't let me..."

She twisted her right buttock again, and she was almost driven mad by him: "I won't let you, you won't resist... Whatever I say, then you should just be my servant..."

He froze for a moment, as if digesting the meaning of Yao Xiaojing's words. . . .She seemed dissatisfied with his reservedness. .Does she mean that he can see her without clothes in the future?

His eyes lit up impressively, and he couldn't stop his impulsiveness. He picked up his little wife from the bed: "Really? Xiaojing...you want me to see..."

She buried her face in his chest, thinking, let me die. . .At least now that she is dead, she still has a good reputation as a chaste and martyr. .

Chen Mufeng bought fresh soy milk and steamed stuffed buns, he put the rice bowl on and was about to serve it, but Yao Xiaojing swooped out from the bathroom wiping his face. .

"Don't move -------"

He raised his eyebrows to look at her, what's the matter?

Yao Xiaojing snatched the spoon in his hand, picked up a small porcelain bowl and carefully filled it with soy milk, handed it to Chen Mufeng, and said very gently: "My husband, please use..."

Chen Mufeng stared dumbfounded at the porcelain bowl in his hand, and after a long while, he said, "Well..."

Bow your head and raise your neck. . .Bright bowl, empty. . .

Yao Xiaojing stared at him blankly, took back the empty bowl, filled it up for him, then handed it to him with both hands with a smile: "Husband...please drink another bowl..."

It is still copying the tactical action that was done in one go just now.

Bow your head and raise your neck. . . .Bright bowl, empty. .

I haven't eaten this bun yet, and I've already eaten two bowls of soy milk. . .Her husband is really not ordinary tough. . .But, you can't just drink it like this. .There is still a limit for Liangshan heroes to drink, not to mention that there is not much soy milk left. . . .

Thinking of him, her heart skipped a beat. .

Simply put, two and one make five, two people get half, and she gave the extra bowl to Chen Mufeng.

"husband..."

He stroked his short hair. .Hehe smiled and took the bowl. . .

"Let's eat...Xiao Jing..." He picked up the big stuffed buns on the table, and finished one at a time. .Before Yao Xiaojing took out the egg tart from the cake box, half of the snow-white buns on the plate were gone. .

Those are big buns that cost one yuan each, not Tianjin Goubuli. . . .

If it was really Goubuli, he might be scalded to death if he ate like this. .

"Xiaojing... eat... After eating, let's go to help mother early..." He took the only two buns left on the plate and handed them to her: "It's a snack, how can you manage to be full. ...Come on, eat these two buns...Look at how thin you are, a gust of wind can blow you away..."

She quickly covered her mouth with an egg tart. . .

He waved his hand and shook his head: "No...don't..."

He looked at her thin body with disgust, and stuffed the remaining two buns into his mouth. . .

"Don't waste it...I'll eat it."

"..."