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

When Wang Xiaoxiao arrived home, Chu Xingchen hadn't come back yet. After checking that it was getting late, she turned and went to the kitchen, planning to make a simple dinner.

It wasn't until after nine o'clock in the evening that Chu Xingchen came out of Political Commissar Zhang's office. He wrapped himself in a military coat and walked quickly into the night.

As soon as he entered the yard, he smelled the strong aroma of food. He moved his nose and it seemed that it was his favorite fried pork with mushrooms.

Chu Xingchen stood at the door. The warm yellow light spilled out from the crack of the door, which seemed to bring a strong warmth and dispelled the coldness of winter. The corners of his mouth could not help but raise, he opened the door and walked straight into the kitchen.

Wang Xiaoxiao had just finished cooking when he heard familiar footsteps and looked back at him: "I'm back."

Chu Xingchen said "hmm", couldn't help but stepped forward and hugged her waist from behind, lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "I'm so happy to have food to eat when I go home."

The warm breath fell on the cochlea, bringing with it a numb and itchy feeling. Wang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but turn his head and hide away: "Itchy, stay away."

Chu Xingchen chuckled: "Wherever it itches, I'll scratch it for you."

Not only did he not move away, but he moved closer, his thin lips already pressed against her ear.

Wang Xiaoxiao pushed him with his hand: "Go and wash your hands and eat."

Looking at her earlobes that were so red that they were bleeding, Chu Xingchen raised his eyebrows, and the smile on his face became thicker. Yiyan let her go, turned around, washed his hands in the kitchen, and helped her serve the food. On the table, there are two simple dishes and one soup, fried meat with mushrooms, fried spinach and eggs, and seaweed soup.

The two sat face to face.

Chu Xingchen picked up a chopstick and put the dish into his mouth. While eating, he praised: "The food cooked by my wife is delicious."

Wang Xiaoxiao raised her chin and said a little: "Of course."

She said with some pity: "I came back a little late today, otherwise I could have cooked two more dishes."

Chu Xingchen said: "Whatever you want to eat, I will cook it for you early when I come back tomorrow."

Wang Xiaoxiao tilted her little head and thought about the names of several dishes.

Chu Xingchen responded with a smile.

After the meal, Chu Xingchen left the task of cleaning up the kitchen, while Wang Xiaoxiao went back to the bedroom. She leaned on the bedside, read with a book, and secretly made up her mind to work hard.

However, the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is...hard to describe in words.

Because a certain man has never had peace of mind since he went to bed with her.

Wang Xiaoxiao was held in his arms and didn't read a word.

Chu Xingchen leaned back with half-closed eyes, the hand on her shoulder patting her again and again, sometimes pulling her hair, sometimes rubbing her head, sometimes pinching her cheeks...

Wang Xiaoxiao reluctantly put down the book in his hand and looked up at someone: "What are you doing?"

Chu Xingchen replied quickly: "Yes."

Wang Xiaoxiao signaled him with her eyes, "Go and do your own thing."

Chu Xingchen said slowly: "My job is to read with you."

Wang Xiaoxiao laughed "haha" twice and decided to find a new place to read. As soon as she stood up and planned to get out of bed, she was grabbed back by the man behind her. Then she was held down and kissed wildly until she was out of breath. , was released.

Chu Xingchen continued to pull her into his arms and said in a domineering tone: "Just watch here."

Wang Xiaoxiao's face turned crimson, and she was panting heavily. She muttered in her heart: "It's weird to see it like this."

She looked up at the smiling man: "You are in a good mood today."

Chu Xingchen touched his face: "Is it so obvious?"

Wang Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes at him. It was more than obvious. She just had to hang the words "so happy" on her forehead. She asked, "What makes you so happy?"

Chu Xingchen put his chin on top of her head and whispered: "They all envy me for having a good father-in-law."

Wang Xiaoxiao paused: "Did my dad do something?"

The corners of Chu Xingchen's lips curled up: "Well, I just can't tell you yet." The transfer document has just come out and has not been made public yet, so it needs to be kept confidential.

Wang Xiaoxiao shrugged indifferently: "I just asked casually, not very interested."

She smiled and said, "Do you feel like my family is pretty good?"

Chu Xingchen said "Yeah": "They are very good."

Among the five major military regions in the country, the Northwest Military Region ranks third, but it is much better than those military regions that were not even nominated. However, the people of the Zhou family who were promoted in the northwest have now been demoted to some unknown corners. Here, I feel comfortable just thinking about it.

Although he couldn't see it, Chu Xingchen could imagine what the Zhou family member would look like after learning the news. He was angry, resentful, unwilling... I hope it won't be too miserable.

Just as Chu Xingchen imagined, in the study room of Zhou's family in Beijing, Mr. Zhou was about to go into a rage. He stared at the documents on his desk and wanted to tear them into pieces.

How can people not be angry that the power that they have worked so hard to develop was taken away before they could put it to great use?

When he got the news during the afternoon meeting, he was so angry that he wanted to destroy the entire conference room. The remaining sanity allowed him to endure it. After returning home, he couldn't bear it anymore.

With a loud "pop", the documents on the table fell to the ground in pieces. Mr. Zhou gritted his teeth and said something from his throat: "It's too much to bully someone."

This must be the handiwork of the immortal Wang family. No one except him has such great power.

Mr. Zhou pressed his swollen and painful head and sighed heavily. He knew it was too late, otherwise he could still operate and prevent the entire army from being destroyed like this.

"Dong dong dong", a strong knock on the door came from outside the study. Mr. Zhou took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, regained his usual composure, and shouted out the door: "Come in."

Lu Chengye opened the door and walked in: "Commander, are you looking for me?"

Mr. Zhou nodded: "How is the situation in the northwest?"

Lu Chengye paused for a moment and replied with some anxiety: "The eyeliner has been damaged too much, and the latest news has not been sent back yet."

Seeing that the commander was getting angry, he quickly said: "But there is news from Fujian Province."

Mr. Zhou was stunned for a moment, and then asked anxiously: "What's going on over there?"

Lu Chengye replied: "Those who went with the old lady sent news that someone had found out where they were."

He was really curious as to why the man in front of him wanted to imprison his wife.

There was a rare flash of panic in Mr. Zhou's eyes. When he was discovered by the woman, he originally wanted to deal with it, but it was at a critical period at that time. He did not dare to make any big move, so he could only find a chance to send the woman away. He went to the countryside and was detained. No one noticed anything for so many years. Why now...

His cold voice sounded: "Do you know who sent you?"

"Chu Xingchen."

When Mr. Zhou heard this, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes: "It is indeed that boy."

It seems that he still underestimated the kid, and actually found Fu Sheng: "Send an order to Fu Sheng to get rid of the person."

No matter what, no one can know about it, otherwise it will be all over.

Lu Chengye responded: "Yes, Commander."

Mr. Zhou waved his hand: "Okay, you can go down."

After Lu Chengye left, Mr. Zhou picked up the phone on his desk. The Wang family wanted to help Chu Xingchen, but he was not what they wanted. Moreover, the boy named Chu knew too much, so he could no longer stay.