The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

"What's the matter?..."

What happened?

"Talk nonsense?" Liang chenchuan left with a dark face.

Fan Cuiling, "..."

It's said that she is the wounded now. Who is going to the hospital for examination?

"Wait for me." Fan Cuiling shouted behind.

Liang chenchuan was a little angry, but when he heard her voice, he couldn't help slowing down.

That's all. Who says he likes it?

Be spoiled.

"You... Are you okay?" Fan Cuiling chased him and asked, "aren't you still angry at what they said? That's all I can do."

She said she was a little disappointed at last.

"I'm not angry." Liang chenchuan sighed, raised his hand and rubbed it on her head, "if this kind of thing happens in the future, you leave it to me, okay?"

"There's no need to fight with her, to do things that hurt the enemy a thousand and lose eight hundred."

"Look at your wound..."

"Actually, it doesn't hurt." Fan Cuiling raised her head and said with a smile, "their injuries are much more serious than mine“

Moreover, this injury is nothing compared with her previous ones.

"My heart aches." Liang chenchuan said.

Fan Cuiling was still smiling and suddenly froze there.

This seems to be the first time someone told her that he would feel distressed.

From childhood to childhood, she couldn't remember how many times she was beaten. At first, she would cry and be wronged, but later she wouldn't.

No one loves you, who can I show you? To whom?

"Why are you crying?" Liang chenchuan didn't expect that his words would make fan Cuiling cry. He said in a hurry, "don't cry soon, I'm not angry, OK?"

Who knows the more he comforts fan Cuiling, the more she cries.

"Well, well, don't cry." Liang chenchuan coaxed her patiently, "why don't I take you to eat delicious food later?"

"Are you going to the hospital?" Fan Cuiling asked him as she wiped her tears with his handkerchief.

"No." Liang chenchuan said.

Can he still know his little tricks?

But I just don't want to go to the hospital and hate losing face.

Sure enough, fan Cuiling stopped crying. "Then hurry up, I want to eat hot pot."

Hot pot... Liang chenchuan frowned.

What he dislikes most is hot pot. He always feels that he is not full.

"What?" Fan Cuiling held her mouth. As soon as he said no, she immediately cried to him.

"OK, go to eat hot pot." Liang chenchuan said helplessly, "fasten your seat belt."

Fan Cuiling burst into tears and smiled.

Liang chenchuan shook his head spoiled.

This girl is really easy to coax. A meal can make her so happy.

But my heart is more pity.

As for what happened in the art troupe, neither of them said that topic again, but it does not mean that Liang chenchuan will not pursue this matter.

Moreover, fan Cuiling openly fights with others, which is already a violation of discipline. If it is not handled well, she may not be able to wear this military uniform.

But don't let fancuiling know about these annoying things. Just let him deal with them.

"Try this, it's super delicious." Liang chenchuan was thinking about things. Fan Cuiling put a thing in the bowl for him, and then looked at him with great hope.

Under her eyes, Liang chenchuan picked it up and tasted it.

The fresh and tender taste is not bad.

"Not tofu?" He asked suspiciously.

"Is it delicious?"

"Not bad."

"Haha, I said delicious." Fancuiling said proudly, "I thought it was tofu for the first time. No, it was pig brain."

Pig brain

Liang chenchuan felt that he was a bad person.