Don't move the power young baby wife

Chapter 24 Aunt Cheng Yue
Cheng Yue took Mijia to the antique market. Cheng Yue said that he was a rough man who only knew how to shoot a target and assemble a machine gun, but he didn't know much about it.

In fact, Mi Jia didn't understand either, and he didn't have the habit of playing with these collections. However, because he liked painting, he still had a certain appreciation for calligraphy and painting.

Mi Jia took a fancy to a pair of ink lotus, but a few simple strokes outlined the posture and charm of the lotus.

Turning his head to look at Cheng Yue, he asked, "Is this one okay?"

Cheng Yue glanced at it, barely thinking about it, and said directly: "Listen to you."

Hearing this, Mi Jia nodded with a smile, then turned to tell the boss to let the boss wrap it up.

On the way to drive to the home of the old leader of Chengyue, Mi Jia held the painting and asked worriedly, "This is not the work of some famous artist. Would it be inappropriate to give it as a gift?"

Cheng Yue grabbed the steering wheel, turned to look at her, and said, "No, the chief won't mind."

Hearing what he said, Mitya felt relieved, nodded and sat quietly on the side.

The car drove all the way into the compound of the military area, and finally stopped in front of a courtyard. The sentinel stood straight at the door, saw them get off the car, and raised his hand to salute them.

Mi Jia glanced at the vermilion gate, suddenly a little timid, looked at Cheng Yue beside him and asked, "Well, is the chief serious?"

Cheng Yue shook his head and said, "No."

Mi Jia looked at him, a little disbelieving what he said, seeing his expression looking at the standing guards, she wondered if all the soldiers had only one expression left, and that was seriousness.

Seemingly seeing her uneasiness, Cheng Yue asked, "What's the matter, are you afraid?"

Miya smiled awkwardly, and said in a slightly roundabout way: "Nervous."

Cheng Yue smiled, the rare curvature of the corner of his mouth softened his resolute face, which was rarely seen softly, he stretched out his hand to hold her hand, and said, "Go in."

Miya could only nod his head. Although he was a little nervous, it seemed that his head was easier to hold in this way.

Cheng Yue took Mi Jia's hand and went in, only to see a man in a military uniform shirt in the living room. The man looked to be five or sixty years old, sitting on the sofa and frowning at the chessboard on the low table, thinking about something.

Cheng Yue called out, "Chief."

The man looked up, saw Cheng Yue stood up with a smile on his face, and stepped forward, "Haha, Cheng Yue, you came at the right time, come here, help me see how this situation is broken." He said and pulled Cheng Yue Going over to the sofa.

Cheng Yue stood still, took his hand instead, glanced at Mi Jia and said, "Chief, my wife, Mi Jia."

The head of Chengyue noticed Mijia standing next to Chengyue, stared at Mijia for a long time, turned his head to look at Chengyue again with a smile, and said, "Is it really your wife?"

"I'm not joking about this." Cheng Yue said solemnly, even when facing his mentor, he was so cold without much expression.

The old leader seemed to be used to his expression of freezing to death for a long time, and ignored him. He turned to Mi Jia and asked, "Girl, what's your name?"

Mitya was a little nervous, but he tried to relax himself and said, "Mitya."

"Are you really this kid's wife?" The old leader pointed to Cheng Yue beside him and asked.

"Yeah." Miya nodded, and smiled faintly.

"Haha." The old leader laughed, stretched out his hand and patted Cheng Yue in agreement, and said, "Your efficiency is good." As he spoke, he shouted into the room, "Comrade Wen Qing, come out quickly!" , Cheng Yue brought his wife here."

After shouting, he turned his head to greet Mi Jia and said, "Girl, come on, sit down quickly." As he spoke, he instructed Cheng Yue to say, "Ah Yue, quickly go and pour a glass of water for the girl, and you are still doing nothing. Well, if you don't love your own wife, who will love you for you?"

Cheng Yue touched his nose, turned around and walked towards the kitchen without saying a word.

Miya was a little cautious, but he was not as serious as Cheng Yue, with a smile on his face, his face was not too serious.

Seeing the painting tube she was holding in her hand, the old leader asked curiously: "Girl, what are you holding in your hand?"

Only then did Mijia come to his senses, remembering the ink painting he bought at the calligraphy and painting store, he quickly opened the paint tube in his hand, and said, "Sir, this is the ink painting I bought with Cheng Yue, see if you like it." As he spoke, he pushed the painting in his hand towards him.

The old leader looked down, and suddenly burst out laughing, "Haha, where did you buy this painting?"

"Uh, what's the problem?" Mijia asked in confusion, not knowing the situation.

"Haha." The chief smiled mysteriously and said, "You will know later."

Mitya was puzzled, but frowned suspiciously.

Seeing her puzzled look, the old leader glanced at the painting in his hand, nodded and said, "But this gift is really good, I like it very much, girl, you have eyes."

Mitya smiled.

In the kitchen, Cheng Yue didn't pour any water, but just helped his wife, Wen Qing, bring out the prepared dishes.

Mi Jia turned her head to look, and saw a middle-aged woman who was nearly 50 wearing a cheongsam coming out of the kitchen with vegetables. It was natural for them to walk past with a dignified look and demeanor.

Mi Jia stood up and looked at Cheng Yue behind her, thinking that perhaps she should call the teacher in front of her, thinking, Mi Jia called directly, "Master."

Hearing this, the woman Mi Jia called her teacher's wife smiled, turned her head to look at Cheng Yue and said with a smile, "A Yue, didn't you tell her that I am your aunt?"

Cheng Yue also smiled, with the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, he walked towards Mi Jia, and introduced them, "Mi Jia, this is my aunt, aunt, she is Mi Jia, my wife."

Cheng Yue's aunt Wen Qing looked at Mi Jia with a gentle smile and said, "I prefer you to call me aunt after A Yue."

Embarrassed, Mi Jia blushed unconsciously, and called Cheng Yue in embarrassment, "Auntie."

Wen Qing, Cheng Yue's aunt, nodded and responded with a smile.

Sitting on the sofa, the old leader of Lu Zhan took the painting brought by Mi Jia and passed it to his wife to look at, and said with a smile: "Comrade Wen Qing, this girl has a very high level of awareness and a good eye."

Wen Qing looked at the painting, couldn't help laughing, raised his head and asked Mi Jia, "Where did you buy this painting?"

"Uh." Mijia turned his head to look at Yue, not knowing what was wrong with the painting, why their expressions seemed a little strange.

"I bought the painting at a painting and calligraphy shop. What's the matter? Is there a problem?" Cheng Yue took the initiative to explain.

Wen Qing and her husband looked at each other, and said with a smile, "I sold this painting in a calligraphy and painting store before, and I want to see if anyone buys it."

Hearing this, Mi Jia and Cheng Yue were stunned for a while, and then they couldn't help laughing out loud. There is a saying that goes well without a coincidence!

(End of this chapter)