The soldier is a girl

Chapter 12: Chapter 12: Exposure

As soon as he caught Mo Ling's eyes, Bai Ze smiled embarrassingly, "I have no objection." He took a step back, "However, I tasted it, and the one from the back kitchen is really not as delicious as this kid's. It feels almost tasteless, look, don’t waste such a good talent of your own soldier, let him go to the back kitchen to cook different dishes every day to improve the army’s food, it is also a great deed.”

"It's time for a stick of incense to eat at noon, and there is still half a stick of incense left. Is Vice General Bai planning to spend this time on nonsense?"

Is this threatened?

"Mo Ling, you are too unkind." Bai Ze snorted, and flew out of the tent with a plate in his hand, and passed by Mu Jin who came back from the back kitchen again, but this time he didn't stop say a word.

Mu Jin didn't mind this, but walked towards Mo Ling's tent in a good mood.

Bai Ze was running fast, so he didn't notice Mo Ling's momentary loss of consciousness because of his words. Today's dishes are very simple, but very delicious. Bai Ze's words are also very reasonable, but he doesn't want to Do, why, probably because he was afraid that if the kid took the opportunity to poison the back kitchen and endanger the entire army, it would be bad.

Mu Jin didn't know about Mo Ling's short protection. After returning to the tent, Mu Jin obediently stood next to Mo Ling to grind the ink for him. This grinding lasted until night fell, and because the desk was low, Mu Jin sat on his knees. Yes, so, after Mo Ling reviewed it for a while, Mu Jin knelt down for a while.

Putting down the last copy, Mo Ling glanced at Mu Jin, who had no impatience on her face, and had to take another look at her character.

"It's getting late, so you don't have to do it yourself. Go to the back kitchen and bring the food for the two of you to eat with the general. After eating, the general will take you to familiarize yourself with the things in the army, and take a bath together and come back to rest. "

bath?

With a bang, Mu Jin felt that a string in his brain was broken.

The first thing she thought of was not the danger of her daughter being exposed, but that YY went elsewhere. After all, it is not a waste to have a good voice and a good face. Mo Ling is wearing a ghost mask, which is said to be too glamorous. She put it on so that the enemy would not be distracted from the battle. She was very itchy about it, but she knew not to act too hastily. Now that this is the face, why not show her the alluring body first? Well, God really cares for her of it?

"What are you doing sitting there?" Mo Ling got up, and seeing Mu Jin still sitting there stupidly, he couldn't help scolding.

"Ah! Oh!" Mu Jin came back from the daze, and stood up quickly. She never thought that her legs were already numb after kneeling for a long time. At this moment, her mind was not on it. He got up and fell towards the desk, messing up the copywriting on the table: it's a small matter, the key is that there is an oil lamp on the table, this is the rhythm of disfigurement!
Although his face was a bit darker, it was better than being disfigured!

Just when Mu Jin was trying to make amends, Mo Ling, who was standing on the side, pulled him away quicker than he thought. With this pulling, the direction Mu Jin fell down changed, from lying on the desk to being disfigured by the oil lamp It turned into a happy appearance lying on that strong chest.

Mo Ling's original intention was to save people, but when that petite body was hugged into his arms, he felt soft under his palms, his waist seemed to be able to break if he exerted force, and there was a faint smell between his nostrils. Fragrance.The strange feeling brought by this feeling made Mo Ling suddenly feel as if he had touched some hot potato, and the next second he let go and threw him on the ground, "I'll give you half a stick of incense."

After the words fell, he walked directly outside the tent.

Hibiscus didn't realize what happened until she was thrown to the ground. She reached out and touched her sore nose, and looked at the curtain at the door sadly. Don't you know how to save people?But forget it, let her not be disfigured anyway.Of course, it would be nice if the chest wasn't so hard, and knocked her nose.

(End of this chapter)