Reborn in the 1970s, the cold soldier is a bit sweet

She has given up on Zhou Wuyan. If she can, she will, and if she can't, let it go. But she can't let this person be exposed.

Zhou Wuyan panicked when he heard this: "Miss, I..."

Before he could say anything, he was interrupted by the woman: "This is an order, you can only execute it."

Zhou Wuyan's hands hanging on his sides tightened again and again, and it took a while before he replied with the word "yes".

The woman was afraid that he would go against her will and ruin her own affairs, so she said half-admonition and half-threat: "If you dare to do anything secretly, I don't mind cleaning up the house directly."

Afraid of exposing her identity if she waited too long, the woman left these words and left.

Zhou Wuyan stared at her back with unwillingness in his eyes. He would not go back to Jingshi.

There was a dark light in his eyes, and it seemed that he could only use that bold and risky method. If it succeeded, there might be a glimmer of hope.

It's just a pity that he thought well, but he never had the chance to do evil again.

Not long after dinner, Wang Xiaoxiao was hungry again. He didn't do anything to consume his energy, so why did he get hungry so easily.

She was lying on the bed, chewing on the chicken cake, thinking about whether to go to the gastroenterologist, which seemed to be a bit of a tendency to overeat.

I couldn't stop thinking about the movements in my mouth. After finishing one piece of cake, I subconsciously picked up another piece.

Chu Xingchen was leaning on the bedside, looking at her lovingly. The little woman had stuffing in her mouth, her cheeks were bulging, her greedy little look was so cute.

He stretched out his fingers to wipe away the cake residue from the corner of her mouth: "What's wrong? My face is almost wrinkled into a little bun."

Wang Xiaoxiao swallowed the cake in his mouth and turned to look at him: "Have you noticed that my body is different from before recently?"

Chu Xingchen looked up and down, his eyes stopped somewhere, and he whispered: "There is something different."

Wang Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up and she motioned him to continue with her eyes.

Chu Xingchen's gaze remained unchanged, and he stretched out his hand to pinch her chest: "It's bigger than before."

"Chu Xingchen!"

Wang Xiaoxiao's face turned red and his voice was gritted: "Can you think of something normal in your mind?"

Chu Xingchen looked at her innocently: "Why is this abnormal?"

He pulled the angry little woman into his arms, and flexibly inserted his fingers from the hem of her clothes: "Look, I'm not lying to you. I could hold it with one hand before, but now I can't."

As he spoke, his nimble fingers twisted and kneaded, and the round beads transformed into different shapes in his big palm: "Well, I'm even more sensitive than before..."

Before he could finish speaking, his lips were tightly covered by a small white hand, followed by a stinging pain from his Adam's apple.

Wang Xiaoxiao bit him viciously, with fire in his eyes, wanting to burn this stinky man to death.

Chu Xingchen looked at the angry little woman and decisively shut up.

Alas, my wife is so cruel!

He played with her breasts with his big hands, and it was better to do more and talk less.

Wang Xiaoxiao was ashamed and angry: "You...you..."

She said "you" for a long time, but she didn't know what to say, because what someone said was true. The hidden buttons of her underwear were adjusted back two clicks. As for her sensitivity, let alone her body, she had already reacted.

She pulled out the troublesome big hand and covered her face to stay away from the man.

Chu Xingchen reached out and poked the little woman with her back to him: "Are you angry?"

Wang Xiaoxiao moved a little further away from him.

Chu Xingchen chuckled twice: "It's so funny."

Then he pulled her into his arms and continued: "I don't want to see your frown, I just want to make you happy."

Wang Xiaoxiao...

I thank you.

Chu Xingchen kissed her forehead: "Tell me what happened?"

Wang Xiaoxiao nestled in his arms and said in a muffled voice: "Have you noticed that I am eating more and more recently?"

Chu Xingchen straightened the broken hair on his forehead: "What do I think it is? There is nothing to worry about. Being able to eat is a blessing. Don't worry, I can support you."

Wang Xiaoxiao... is a question of whether he can be raised: "Chu Xingchen, as my mother said, I am almost catching up with the pigs."

Chu Xingchen disagreed: "Even if it is a pig, it is still the most beautiful pig."

Wang Xiaoxiao gritted his teeth: "Then go find a pig and live."

How can a pig compare to a fragrant and soft wife? Chu Xingchen quickly ended the topic and said seriously: "Is there any discomfort in your body?"

She did eat a little too much recently: "Let's go see the doctor tomorrow."

Wang Xiaoxiao nodded. Your health is important. If nothing happens, treat it as a physical examination.

Chu Xingchen liked this moment very much, holding the little woman in his arms, no one bothering them, no need to think about anything, no need to do anything, and he could relax wholeheartedly.

Wang Xiaoxiao lay lazily on his chest, feeling the gentleness of his big palm patting her back. It felt so comfortable. She felt sleepy and closed her eyes.

However, she was woken up not long after, or to be precise, she was woken up by being pinched. She saw that the palm that had been patting and coaxing her through her clothes had gotten into her clothes at some point.

Wang Xiaoxiao squirmed away from him in a daze, and a soft voice sounded: "Stop making trouble."

Chu Xingchen pinched the soft flesh on her chest and warned in a hoarse voice: "Don't move."

He lifted the person in his arms and lifted the hem of her clothes, revealing the alluring scenery underneath. He couldn't help but move his face towards her.

Wang Xiaoxiao was completely sleepless and pressed his head, almost crying: "Chu Xingchen, what are you doing?"

Chu Xingchen's throat rolled and his eyes turned red. He planned to answer her with action...

Wang Xiaoxiao was afraid of touching the injury on his head and did not dare to push hard, so she could only let him bully him.

A soft moan was about to escape from the corner of her mouth subconsciously, but was stopped by the red lips she was biting.

Sensing that the threat was approaching, she finally couldn't help but tremblingly begging for mercy: "Chu Xingchen, don't be like this, can you wait until you go back?"

The man's voice was hoarse and a little aggrieved: "I've been hungry for so long."

He reluctantly raised his head, panting heavily, holding her hand all the way down, coaxing: "Daughter-in-law, help me, eh?"

Wang Xiaoxiao turned away and shook his head violently to refuse, wuwuwu, he was going to die.

Her white fingers struggled, but couldn't move at all. The strength of the big palm she held was too strong, and she was still led down after struggling. In the end, she could only close her eyes and not look at the shy scene.

Her eyes were pitch black, but her other senses were extremely clear. The tentacles were so hot that she wanted to retract her hand, but then she could only think about it.

The man gave her no chance to escape.

She lay on his chest and could clearly feel his violent heartbeat and his messy breathing. She heard his suppressed hum in her ears... and her body softened little by little.

Finally, the man groaned, and the movement of his hand stopped for a moment, and something seemed to fall on her hand, with a burning temperature.

Chu Xingchen was breathing heavily, his eyes rarely blurred. He put his chin on the top of her head, deeply smelling the faint fragrance exuding from her body, his eyes were as tender as water.

Wang Xiaoxiao hid in his arms and pretended to be dead. After a while, he whispered: "I'm going to wash my hands."

It’s so uncomfortable to have sticky hands.

Chu Xingchen's hoarse voice seemed to contain a sense of satisfaction and comfort: "Okay."