Pamper!Mr. Shang threw himself into a trap for love

【2】

——"Self-cultivation"

On the first day of the New Year's holiday, Jiang Yun woke up in Shang Yan's arms.

Seeing her wake up, Shang Yan lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead, scratched her chin like a cat, with a low smile: "Get up, and take you to buy new year's goods."

Jiang Yun yawned and didn't want to move.

Shrinking into his arms, he muttered lazily: "Sleep a little longer."

People who are at home during the holidays always look lazy, like a lazy cat.

Shang Yan laughed, lowered his head and nibbled her earlobe, and whispered in her ear: "It turns out that being young doesn't necessarily mean having good physical strength."

The madness of last night was vivid.

Jiang Yun gritted her teeth and reached out to pinch his waist.

Shang Yan was pinched by her, and his muscles tensed up.

He raised his hand to hold her rebellious hand, turned over and "subdued" her.

He raised his eyebrows: "If you don't want to go shopping for new year's goods, we can have fun again."

It's not like Jiang Yun would bow her head, anyway, she's no longer sleepy, so it's not impossible to play.

Immediately, she withdrew her hand from Shang Yan's palm neatly, pushed his shoulder away, and took the upper position.

Without saying a word, he lowered his head and kissed him.

She knew how to stir his fire.

But after a while, Shang Yan had a reaction.

The man's eyes are gloomy, and he wants to go further.

But she turned around sharply, and walked briskly into the bathroom under Shang Yan's scorching gaze.

The man in "worry" was left in a mess.

Until the sound of water in the bathroom sounded, the man on the bed shook his head and laughed, and the veins around his temples burst out.

Helpless and headache.

……

After dawdling all morning, it was already past one o'clock when the two arrived in the business district.

Shang Yan wore a black turtleneck sweater with a windbreaker of the same color.

Jiang Yun is a camel wool coat.

The two went to the supermarket first, and when they entered, Shang Yan pushed a shopping cart and held Jiang Yun in one hand.

Jiang Yun looked around to choose, and asked: "My brother, have they gone to buy new year's goods?"

"If they buy, we buy less."

Shang Yan didn't change his face: "You pick, and send more to the company's employees."

Jiang Yun glanced at him, "As expected of a capitalist."

Shang Yan raised his eyebrows in response.

Now that he opened his mouth, Jiang Yun has no reason to hold back, and throws everything he sees and wants into the shopping cart along the way.

Halfway through, the two came to the dessert area.

Jiang Yun stopped suddenly.

"Mu Ge likes desserts, buy some."

Muttering to herself, Jiang Yun was about to walk over with her legs open.

Before he could step out, he was pulled into his arms by Shang Yan's arms.

Putting his big hands into the coat, he put his arms around her waist through the knitted sweater, and his intense gaze wandered over the woman's face.

Seeking attention: "My husband is by my side, why does Major General Jiang only have pastoral songs in his head?"

He lowered his head to hit her forehead, but she was already prepared to bend back to avoid it.

Shang Yan paused, pressing harder and harder.

When he entered, she retreated, relying on his arms around her waist, she leaned back without limit.

Seeing that there was no way to retreat, Shang Yan gave a deep laugh and was about to bow his head and kiss her.

Suddenly someone on the side gave a "tsk", and said in disgust: "People who add up to over fifty years old, can you stop playing idol dramas?"

A voice full of disgust broke all the atmosphere.

The smile on Shang Yan's face disappeared, he put his arms around Jiang Yun's waist and pulled him into his arms, and gave Jiang Yun a sideways look.

do not want to talk.

But the moment Jiang Yun saw Muge, her eyes lit up: "Sister-in-law, why are you here too?"

Jiang? looked at Shang Yan meaningfully, but the latter pretended not to see it.

Pastoral is always gentle: "Buying new year's goods, I saw you when I passed the dessert area."

Jiang Yun walked directly to Muge, and dragged her to the dessert area: "This is a good understanding, I just told Shang Yan to buy some desserts and bring them back to you."

The two walked forward talking and laughing, leaving behind only the two resentful men who disliked each other.

Jiang? Pushed the shopping cart and walked over to shoulder to shoulder with Shang Yan, and sneered: "Didn't you say that you have already bought the new year's goods?"

As I got older, I learned to lie.

Shang Yan's face remained unchanged: "I said I bought it, but I didn't say when I would buy it."

The implication: if you bought it yesterday, you bought it, if you bought it today, you bought it the day after tomorrow.

Jiang? debunked it mercilessly: "I think someone wants to have a world of two."

"As a result, Yunyun went to a dinner party last night, and the world of the two of them became alone in an empty room."

The words "keep the empty room alone" stimulated Shang Yan.

He sneered: "I heard that Pastoral doesn't let you in the room recently."

Amidst Jiang?'s instantly stiff face, Shang Yan calmly said, "Guess why we didn't go out until noon."

At the end of the round of "conversation", Shang Yan used two sentences to kill in seconds.

The fact is that, during the breastfeeding period of Muge, because she felt embarrassed, she never let Jiang? in.

Young Master Jiang, married for one year, indifferent for one month, and forbearing for ten months.

The main focus is "self-cultivation and self-cultivation".

In the afternoon, the four returned to Jiang's old house together.

The car stopped, and Jiang Yun went straight to the living room to find Mr. Jiang.

But Shang Yan and Jiang Yan fell behind, moving bags of New Year's goods one after another.

All the servants at home were on vacation, and the two of them went back and forth seven or eight times.

On the last trip, there was only one gift box left.

Shang Yan returned to the car first, but didn't go to get it.

Instead, he folded his arms and leaned aside, waiting for Jiang? to come over.

He raised his chin towards the gift box: "It's yours."

Jiang? turned around and was about to leave: "You are a junior, come and move."

"Your wife bought it." Shang Yan didn't admit defeat either.

Hearing this, Jiang Yue laughed, "Your wife also buys a lot."

That's right, Muge is a shopaholic, but Jiang Yun didn't lose today.

The two of them ran in front happily, and Shang Yan and Jiang? pushed the shopping carts and followed them back and forth in the same way.

It can only be said that Pastoral is performing normally, but Jiang Yun is performing supernormally today.

The two looked at each other and sighed.

The next second, they stretched out their hands together and said in unison: "Rock, paper, scissors."

Shangyan scissors, Jiang? Cloth.

Spike.

Shang Yan shrugged, and left the scene with his head held high amid Jiang?'s froze expression.

In the afternoon, Jiang Yun and Mu Ge got together to tease the little milk bag who had just woken up.

Mr. Jiang is writing couplets in the living room.

The heavy responsibility of cooking naturally fell on Jiang Yan and Shang Yan.

In previous years, during the Chinese New Year, it was Jiang Yun who helped cook with Jiang Yun.

This year is different, there are two more people in the family.

However, there is one thing that is the same: Jiang Yu is still the only one who can cook.

With five mouths in a family, it is absolutely impossible for Jiang Chen to cook by himself.

Naturally, Shang Yan couldn't bear Jiang Yun's help, so he could only condescend and enter the kitchen.

When the two get together, it is inevitable to dislike each other.

Fortunately, a table of New Year's Eve dinner was successfully born in the "quarrel" between the two.

As it was getting dark, a group of people sat around a table.

Mr. Jiang looked at the two extra people at the dining table, and the little milk bag sleeping soundly in the crib beside him, and nodded in relief.

"Seeing that you are all happy, I am satisfied, old man."

Just at this time, there were fireworks outside.

Everyone toasted tacitly, cheered and drank together.

The moonlight reflected on the glass door, and the light and shadow in the room spread warmth, and a group of people chatted around the table, full of joy.

【3】

- confessed

At the beginning of April, Jiang Yun was invited to give a theoretical lecture at Kyoto Military University.

As the bell rang, Jiang Yun walked to the center of the stage amidst thunderous applause, and raised her hand to salute the students in the audience.

"It's a great honor to have this opportunity to communicate with you, and I look forward to the day when you fight for the country."

After she finished speaking, she walked back to the desk and saw a message pop up on the screen of her mobile phone.

sy【I'm outside the church, you can see it when you come out. 】

The news came into view, and a gentle smile appeared on Jiang Yun's quiet face uncontrollably.

When everyone in the audience saw it, there was booing everywhere: "Major General Jiang is smiling so happily, it must have been a message from his boyfriend~"

"I thought that heroes like Major General Jiang were heroic and unsmiling, but I didn't expect Major General Jiang to be so beautiful when he smiled!"

"Major General Jiang can show a gentle side, we really envy your boyfriend."

Everyone in the audience spoke one sentence after another, full of youthful vigor.

Jiang Yun put away her phone and looked up at everyone.

"Correct me, it's not your boyfriend." With a serious face, she said solemnly under the momentary awkward and quiet gaze of everyone: "It's my husband."

After the words fell, she ignored the screams that exploded in the audience, turned around and walked out impatiently.

Go all the way down the stairs and across the hall.

Walking out of the gate facing the warm spring sun, her eyes fell on the tall and straight figure under the newly sprouted sycamore tree not far away.

Shang Yan wore a white shirt, and the black pants made his legs slender.

He was standing under the tree, and the sun was shining on his shoulders from the stars through the swaying tree.

Jiang Yun stopped unconsciously, staring at the man's slender back, her heart beating uncontrollably and gradually getting out of rhythm.

In my impression, Shang Yan seldom wears white, most of them are dark-colored clothes, and even the suits are mostly calm black.

At this moment, the man in a white shirt and black pants is standing on the vibrant campus, with a straight back and a thin waist, at first glance, he looks like a teenager.

Unconsciously slowing down, Jiang Yun held a document bag in her hand, and stared at the man's back with soft eyes.

There were people coming and going around, and he stood there without doing anything, which was enough to make everyone look at him.

Someone beside him came over to say hello, and Jiang Yun's thoughts were pulled back.

Turning her head and nodding to the classmate who greeted her in response, she let out a breath silently, and was about to walk over at a faster pace.

A beautiful figure walked to Shang Yan's side first.

Shang Yan, who was standing under the tree, just sent a message back to Xu Feng.

Sensing someone approaching, thinking it was Jiang Yun, the coldness on his face dissipated, and he looked back with deep eyes.

When I saw a face I had always been unfamiliar with, I was surprised at first, and then the smile in my eyes disappeared.

Taking a small step back, he condescendingly looked at the girl who stopped in front of him.

Being preempted by someone, Jiang Yun was taken aback for a moment before realizing it.

Laughed, folded his hands and watched from the sidelines.

The girl came into contact with the dark color in Shang Yan's eyes, unconsciously tugging at the hem of her clothes nervously.

But without any hesitation, he mustered up the courage to speak frankly:

"Hello, I'm a third-year graduate student of military strategy. May I ask you for a contact information?"

Shang Yan looked at the nervous person in front of him, a little surprised that people are so straightforward now.

With the usual indifference on his face, he refused very bluntly: "I'm married."

Three words, revealing indifference and pride.

The girl was taken aback for a moment, and then looked over suspiciously: "Are you serious?"

Shang Yan didn't speak, and was raising his hand to show the wedding ring on his ring finger.

A pair of hands held down his movement first.

Jiang Yun came over at some point.

Turning his head to look at the man whose eyes softened instantly.

When he raised his eyebrows and chuckled, and shrugged his shoulders helplessly, he raised his hand and raised his chin.

The girl on the side was taken aback.

Jiang Yun was as calm as a female hooligan, "Handsome guy, would you mind making friends?"

One second, Shang Yan was worried that she would be jealous, but the next second, she froze when she said a word.

Haven't said anything yet.

Jiang Yun had already hooked his neck and kissed him proactively.

She wanted to be strong in her life, so she deliberately put on light makeup in order not to "lose" to this group of young, beautiful and collagen-filled college students.

The kiss fell, leaving a faint mark of lipstick on Shang Yan's lips.

The girl on the side was taken aback, and stared at the reckless Jiang Yun who suddenly rushed out with complicated expressions.

And Shang Yan was full of helplessness.

The big hand turned against the guest and put his arms around her waist to pull her into his arms, bowing his head and breathing oppressively.

"So you like playing like this~"

He stared at the corner of the woman's froze mouth with burning eyes, his smile deepened, his lips brushed her cheek, and whispered in her ear: "Go home at night, my husband will play with you enough."

Jiang Yun was numb all over and pushed him away in a hurry.

Shang Yan kept smiling, but stretched out his hand to protect her, for fear that she would fall.

Suffering from Shang Yan's place, Jiang Yun turned her head and looked at the girl who was refreshed by their "game" and doubted her life.

Open your mouth to play tricks.

Shang Yan realized what she was thinking, and raised his hand to cover her mouth first.

I'm afraid that she will leave a psychological shadow on the little girl who hasn't opened her heart, like a married man looking for a mistress to "play games".

This action just revealed the wedding ring on his hand.

The man said in a deep voice, "This is my wife."

Jiang Yun raised her hand to pat Shang Yan's.

The same wedding ring was revealed.

However, the girl's eyes fell on Jiang Yun's face covered by Shang Yan's big hand.

She opened her mouth in disbelief: "You are Major General Jiang?!"

Seeing that the other party recognized her, Jiang Yun froze suddenly.

Blinking innocently, she quickly stood up straight and coughed in embarrassment: "You, you have admitted the wrong person."

After the words fell, her scalp became numb, she pulled Shang Yan and turned around and ran away.

Playing casually, she didn't want to put her famous name in it.

Shang Yan let her run all the way, smiling and indulgently staring at her back all the time.

Until the two stopped in the parking lot.

Jiang Yun was panting and was about to say something.

But Shang Yan took a step forward, hooked the woman's An Jing with his big hand, bowed his head and kissed her.

Jiang Yun was dazed by the kiss, and heard the man whispering hoarsely in her ear: "Don't be jealous, I told you, I'm married."

Jiang Yun was puzzled: "Who told you I was jealous?"

She straightened her back with guilt, trying to occupy the high ground of the aura: "The girl looked at me, which was obviously hotter than looking at you."

"If you want to be jealous, you are also jealous."

Shang Yan raised his eyebrows and followed the trend.

He put his arms around her waist and leaned his head between her collarbones.

Imitating the tone of grievance: "I'm jealous, Major General Jiang thinks about it, how can I compensate me when I go home."

How could Jiang Yun bear his teasing.

There was no struggle at all, and he surrendered on the spot.

But he was confident: "Major General Jiang himself wants to compensate Mr. Shang."

She rubbed her belly, pretending to be regretful and embarrassed: "But the cub in Major General Jiang's stomach doesn't think much about it."

Shang Yan: "..."

He suddenly understood the feeling of Jiang? not being able to enter the room.

He even began to wonder if Jiang had practiced ninjutsu.

So bearable.

It's only been a month, and he's almost dead.