I love you, Mr.Commander

Lin Qing yawned, bleary eyed, and opened her eyes, thinking it was an illusion.

He seems to have lost a lot of weight.

"Are you busy going back to the army this time?" Lin Qing pulled out his hand and scooped a handful of cold water to wake himself up. After washing, the man handed over the towel. She caught it. The whole towel threw itself on her face, shook her head and opened her eyes.

In the mirror, he is really thin.

"Not busy." Mu Li leaned against the washstand and watched her go out before she opened her legs. She took a step and stopped, turned her head and looked at her eyes in the mirror an inch deep.

"Just don't be busy." Lin Qing opened the refrigerator door and handed him a bottle of yogurt. He always had this brand of yogurt, "I'll make you a big meal tonight."

Muli unscrewed the lid and took a drink. Seeing that she was still standing, she put the mouth of the bottle against her lip. The bottle tilted, and the thick white liquid flowed along the corner of her mouth.

It was cold and tasted pure. Lin Qing almost choked, frowned and pushed his hand away: "I don't like this."

"Really?" The man didn't think so. He drank yogurt and walked away. "Look, you like to drink something similar, especially at night."

Lin Qing was turning over fruits and vegetables in the fridge. He didn't answer: "when will I come?" Before she finished, she suddenly reacted, her ears burning red.

When did she do that? when?

Seeing that Mu Li had gone far, Lin Qing grabbed his back: "Mu Li, why don't you surname se?"

Mu Li stood at the door of the study, leaned against the door frame, looked at her two hands holding a tomato and opened her eyes: "I didn't say anything. You think too much."

Once he went back to the army for a long time, the first meal he came home must be a big meal cooked by Lin Qing himself. Maybe there is no delicacy, but delicious food is certain.

Mu Li returned to the army that day. The next day Shen Yuhe picked up the orange and said he wanted to take it for a few days. Lin Qing didn't expect the man to return so early and hadn't had time to pick up his son.

She just called and said it was late today. She asked the driver to send the oranges back tomorrow.

At a big dinner, Lin Qing poured red wine into his usual cup. They always do. They don't care about too many forms, but there should be an atmosphere.

The man may have forgotten that it was the usual fruit juice. He picked up the glass and drank it. The dark red liquid slipped into his throat. Only then did he realize that it was wine.

Red wine is mild compared with Baijiu, wine is fragrant, warm and warm, and Lin Qing also has a mouth. The lips are red. "I haven't tasted this brand before, how's the taste?"

The man shook gently between his fingers, "why did you pour here?"

"It's convenient." Lin Qing bent her eyebrows and eyes. The warm light reflected something intoxicating and blurred. "The son of the red wine cup always wanted to touch it when he saw it. He was afraid that he would break his cutting hand. By the way, pick up your son tomorrow. Don't forget. "

He smiled, "like an old husband and wife."

"Isn't it? My son is so old."

"My son is so old, but we haven't been together for a long time." Mu Li put down his wine glass and began to bring food to her. "I'll make up the honeymoon later."

"Talking in your sleep." Lin Qing sneered and saw that he had been sweating. The constant temperature of the heating in the house was not hot. He wiped his forehead, stopped his hand and stroked his eyebrows. "You seem to have lost a lot of weight. It's only been a week."

The man held her hand. "Let me mend it tonight."

"If you are tired, you should rest early. Just come back, you should combine work and rest." Lin Qing took the chopsticks and tasted her craft. Although he didn't say it, he always avoided spicy. She simply didn't touch chili. Tonight's dishes are all light and delicious with a variety of patterns.

She also wanted to say something he didn't want to say. She didn't have to keep up. He had his reason. She just needed to believe him.

His status is higher than that of others, he is in power, and it is normal to have emotional ups and downs. She has been with him for so long, but she is not used to this.

These days she also wants to understand that as long as he is here and he is well, she will be satisfied.

A little distracted, a peeled shrimp was stuffed into his mouth. Lin Qing bit. The shrimp meat was delicious. "It's delicious and the cooking is good."

"It's really narcissistic." The man focused on the plate of shrimp without raising his head.

There was another one in the bowl. Lin Qing held his chopsticks to block his outstretched hand: "eat quickly. It's all made for you."

"Is it different? I eat what you eat." He peeled the shrimp, took off his disposable gloves, poured the wine and touched her cup. Lin Qing touched it with his action, caught his wrist and drank a cup.

The edge of the cup gently presses the lip. When it is released, the wine in the mouth is not swallowed in time, the lip flap is forcibly sealed, and the red wine flows out from the corners of the mouth, moistening everywhere.

The long kiss was irresistible, and her hand gradually clasped his back.

She touched the sweat on his forehead and frowned slightly. The man timely opened her hand, "eat first, you did it. Don't waste it."

Lin Qing smiled, confused by the atmosphere at this time, and forgot to ask again.

A bottle of red wine soon bottomed out and the meal was almost the same. She cleaned up and went back to her bedroom. The man just took a bath and walked to the bathroom door.

He had a bath towel around his waist, and his abdominal muscles rolled over the drops of water. Lin Qing came forward and wiped him dry with a towel. His fingertips crossed him, and he suddenly felt strange under his heart.

After wiping the skin, a thin layer of sweat will appear.

"What do you think?" Raised her head, the unspoken words were blocked back, the man kissed her and stepped back, and her leg bent against the bedside.

She narrowed her smiling eyes and pretended to break free, but accidentally touched his bath towel.

The head sends out low charm mellow Laughter: "wife, don't worry."

The words behind him were blurred between his lips. He had great energy and didn't return to quiet in the house until late at night.

In the bar, the DJ waved his arms rhythmically, the crowd was restless, the excited nerves were lit to the top, and the men's roars came one after another.

On the stage, several women danced hot, pushing the atmosphere to a climax.

In the box, after the bartender withdrew, he closed the door to isolate the external noise. The players present held the beautiful woman in their arms and took the wine cup from the tea table.

"Anan, why do you remember us today?" A man took a drink and poured the rest into his wife's mouth. The liquid overflowed. This voice and color was not to mention indulgence and ambiguity.

The people nearby followed.

"If you don't think about it, you'll forget me one by one."

Ling Annan raised his eyes. The women around him didn't dare to stick to their bodies. It's no wonder they were timid. He didn't move a little. He looked coldly and frightened them.

Since establishing a relationship with Lu Xiao, he can avoid such a place and will not be contaminated. I don't know how many times my friend shouted and couldn't deceive him. Today, he took the initiative to drill in.

Those people were not fuel-efficient lamps. They poured wine one after another. How many cups were punished. At this time, Ling Annan was already drunk.

He put his arm on the sofa, pulled off his tie and leaned over to relax. His mobile phone played between his fingers for a while.

The black screen reflects the man's face. I can't see it clearly in dim light. I haven't even talked on the phone for such a long time.

That's reassuring.

The woman beside him looked at his face and opened her mouth carefully. She handed him a glass of wine: "Ling Shao?" The slender fingers have been manicured, and the golden sequins are dazzling under the dim light.

Shit, Lu Xiao wouldn't do these things.

Ling Nan raised his hand and knocked the glass over.

Someone laughed and teased: "how dare you forget and expect you to come out of the Jianghu and dominate the world." As he spoke, the light in his eyes kept glancing at the woman beside Ling Annan.

"Don't count on it." Ling Annan swung the tip of his shoe on the tea table and kicked over the wine bottle.

Which of you here didn't follow him in the wind and moon field before?

"Well, don't pretend. Who doesn't know that you have a deep experience and no one can break the record." A group of people are more and more able to pull, and they are used to talking. The people who say it are full of imagination and ambiguity.

Ling Annan never defended this issue. Although he loved to play, he was also restrained, but the wind outside spread more and more wonderful. Over time, he seemed to be deified.

Playing high in the box, I saw that he was not very interested and did not affect the atmosphere. I don't know who would play a dirty joke for a while and burst out laughing from time to time.

The female partners on the side of the body blush and shy one by one.

Yes, I can.

I'm upset here.

A few days ago, they lost their temper and didn't quarrel, but the cold war was more disgusting than quarrel.

Who could have thought that the woman stuffed in the house was still the Mo Xi. He remembered that he had stimulated Lu Xiao with that woman before. The woman's name sounded like Lu Xiao.

He didn't take it seriously, but Lu Xiao somehow became colder and colder to him. Both of them have reached this point. Can he still be caught by the flowers and plants drilled out of a stone?

"Anan, don't stare at your baby mobile phone. Come on, drink." A close elbow bumped and a glass of liquor was handed over.

Ling Annan was particularly sensitive to the word baby and drank up the wine.

The mobile phone suddenly vibrates.

He was so surprised that his eyelids jumped. The suddenly bright screen was sharp and dazzling. The man stared at the name on the screen for a long time before he calmed down.

The bottom of the pond suddenly burst into uncontrollable joy. He slipped down to answer. Unexpectedly, his hand shook and hung up.

Shit.

"Xiao baby?" Arvin scanned the name on the screen and smiled treacherously, "it's sour. Who's this baby?"

Ling Annan's face was slightly heavy and his eyebrows were suddenly cold. Can others shout this name?

He was about to attack, his cell phone rang again, and he didn't have time to talk nonsense with these bastards. He didn't dare to do it until he saw it.

"Hello?" His voice was slightly hoarse. He was drunk as soon as he heard it.

"When will you go home?" Lu Xiao's voice was calm.

She said go home.

Ling Annan's anger suddenly disappeared, and he coughed and pulled his tie. Since it was the cold war, he had to put on a look.

"Busy, I can't go back for the time being." His voice was cold, and the smile in his eyes could not be hidden. Finally, he added, "don't sleep, wait for me to go home."

Lu Xiao couldn't stand it. She had to go to work tomorrow morning. She could tell where he was by reciting Jing's voice on the phone. She turned on the TV and turned down her voice: "I don't sleep. Come back early."

The door of the box was pushed open from the outside, a figure was entering, and his mobile phone was close to his ear: "I'm here."

Ling Annan narrowed his eyes and answered Lu Xiao's words: "OK."

Mo Xiaoxi glanced at the box for a week. He saw Ling Annan, the host, and walked in his direction without paying attention to putting down his cell phone.

They recognized Miss Mo with sharp eyes and smiled at each other. How could they forget that Ling Mo publicly announced his marriage a while ago?

There seems to be a small sound in Miss Mo's name.