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

Qi Muze had gentle eyebrows, a slight smile on his lips, and a soft voice. The two simple words coming out of his mouth seemed to be filled with endless friendship.

Chu Xingchen stood in front of Wang Xiaoxiao with a dark face: "Hey, isn't this Comrade Qi? Is there something wrong with you coming to my door during the Chinese New Year?"

Qi Muze frowned: "I'm looking for Xiaoxiao."

Wang Xiaoxiao really didn’t expect him to come: “Brother Qi.”

Seeing her dull expression, Qi Muze felt very disappointed: "Xiaoxiao, do you have time? I..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Chu Xingchen: "My wife doesn't have time."

Hearing the word "daughter-in-law", Qi Muze's heart shrank suddenly. He stabilized his mind and his eyes fell on Wang Xiaoxiao. A trace of expectation flashed in his eyes. It didn't matter what others said, he just wanted to listen to her.

Wang Xiaoxiao smiled apologetically: "Sorry, Brother Qi, I have something else to do."

Qi Muze couldn't help but feel bitter. After a long while, he said calmly: "I don't have time... forget it."

He stepped forward, crossed Chu Xingchen and stood in front of Wang Xiaoxiao. He took out a beautifully wrapped box from his pocket and handed it to her: "Xiaoxiao, Happy New Year."

Wang Xiaoxiao smiled lightly: "Brother Qi, Happy New Year."

As for the gift, she didn't accept it.

Qi Muze's outstretched hand froze in mid-air. He laughed bitterly and wanted to say something else. Chu Xingchen squeezed between the two of them again with a sullen face.

"Qi Muche, whatever my wife wants, I can buy it for her, so you won't have to worry about it."

He glanced at the eye-catching gift box: "You should leave these for those who need them more."

Chu Xingchen was already angry. If it wasn't for the sake of the little woman, he would have beaten Qi Muze to the ground. There was no need to be so polite.

Wang Xiaoxiao also spoke up, and she pretended to smile playfully: "Brother Qi, I can't accept this now. Xingchen is right, you should give it to people who need it more."

Qi Muze looked lonely: "Xiaoxiao, we agreed before that we would prepare a New Year's gift for you every New Year."

Wang Xiaoxiao didn't know how to answer these words for a moment. She had a headache. The original owner had indeed made such an agreement with Qi Muze before. She sighed secretly, what kind of mess is this.

After hearing this, Chu Xingchen felt as if he had eaten dozens of kilograms of wild hawthorn. He stared at Qi Muze fiercely, and countless ways to shut up people flashed through his mind.

After a while, Wang Xiaoxiao said: "Brother Qi, this is just a kid's joke. You don't have to take it to heart."

After she finished speaking, she immediately continued: "Brother Qi, it's getting late. You should go back early, so as not to worry Aunt Qi."

Qi Muze trembled. He closed his eyes in pain and his throat moved several times. In the end, he still couldn't say a word.

He walked around Chu Xingchen and stuffed the gift into Wang Xiaoxiao's hand, then left without looking back.

Wang Xiaoxiao stared blankly at the hot potato in her hand. What kind of evil had she done? She also guessed from Qi Muze's repeated behaviors that he had feelings for the original owner.

Alas, it seems that I have to find time to make it clear to this person.

Chu Xingchen's face turned dark. He grabbed the gift box behind him and said coldly: "I'll return it to him."

He said and walked out.

Wang Xiaoxiao quickly grabbed him: "Forget it."

She was really afraid that the two men would fight.

As soon as she finished speaking, the air pressure around her body suddenly dropped. Wang Xiaoxiao looked up at the man with a dark and livid face, and suddenly understood something. She quickly took the man's arm and said coquettishly: "Oh, I mean to find someone another day. Give it another chance."

It’s better not to make a fuss during the Chinese New Year.

Chu Xingchen did not speak, his expression remained unchanged. In his heart, he was actually very jealous of Qi Muze. Jealous that the boy met the little woman before him, jealous that the boy could stay with the little woman since childhood, and even more jealous of the relationship between the boy and the little woman.

Wang Xiaoxiao stood up on tiptoes and pecked the man's thin lips: "Don't be angry. I will only accept things from you in the future. I only like you."

Chu Xingchen's complexion finally improved a little. He hugged the little woman tightly into his arms and said in a low voice: "Remember what you said, or I will break your legs."

Wang Xiaoxiao:......

She stretched out her hand and pinched the man: "That's awesome, Chu Xingchen, you are still thinking about domestic violence."

Chu Xingchen bit her tender neck viciously and threatened: "If you don't obey, you will be punished."

"...I just obey."

A good man does not suffer immediate losses.

Chu Xingchen muttered: "That's pretty much it."

Seeing that the man was coaxed, Wang Xiaoxiao said softly, "Can you let me handle the gift matter?"

Chu Xingchen's hand holding the gift tightened so tightly that the wooden box was about to be crushed. He gritted his teeth and said, "Wang Xiaoxiao, you are pushing your limits."

Wang Xiaoxiao patted him on the back: "No, no, absolutely not. I think it's better to repay him by myself."

Chu Xingchen also knew that the person who tied the bell had to be tied to untie it, so even though he was very reluctant, he had to compromise: "I must accompany you."

Wang Xiaoxiao agreed without much thought, but also made a request: "You can't interfere."

Chu Xingchen ignored her and would wait to see if he would intervene.

After a few minutes, he released the little woman from his arms, turned around and walked towards the house with her.

Wang Xiaoxiao struggled for a moment: "What? Are we not going to Mom's place?"

Chu Xingchen made a face and said solemnly: "Wash your hands first."

That boy must have touched the little woman's hand just now.

Wang Xiaoxiao:......

It was more than half an hour later when the two set off again.

The annual New Year's Eve is probably the most important traditional festival.

Everyone in the Chu family, men, women, old and young, as long as they were able to make dumplings, gathered together to make dumplings. Of course Wang Xiaoxiao and Chu Xingchen also joined in, but they arrived late and finished before making a few.

The New Year's Eve dinner has been prepared long ago, and the family is gathered around the dinner table, preparing to welcome the new year.

Even Yang Honghong, who had been in confinement, and Chu Sibao, who was almost one month old, showed up.

This was the first time Wang Xiaoxiao saw the two of them, so it was inevitable that he would look at them twice.

Yang Honghong saw herself and smiled at her.

Wang Xiaoxiao also smiled back, thinking to herself that this second sister-in-law is quite similar to her second brother. She is reserved and doesn't talk much, giving people a feeling of loyalty and honesty.

It was rare for the whole family to gather together like this. Father Chu was very happy. He turned to Zhou Ailian and said, "I want to drink a few more drinks today. You can't scold me."

Zhou Ailian was also happy and gave him an angry look: "Drink, drink."

After receiving his wife's approval, Chu's father felt relieved. He turned to his eldest son who was approaching and said, "Give it to me."

Chu Nanchen stood up with a smile and opened the bottle cap: "Okay, the three of us brothers will have a good drink with dad tonight."

He poured a full cup for Father Chu, then turned around and poured it for others.

Wang Xiaoxiao looked at the full glass of white wine in front of Chu Xingchen, and worriedly whispered into his ear: "You are still injured, drink less."

Chu Xingchen curled his lips and whispered back: "I understand, little housekeeper."

He said, his hand under the table reaching out and taking hers.

Wang Xiaoxiao glared at him with a red face, struggled, and signaled him to let go with her eyes.

Chu Xingchen raised his eyebrows, moved his fingers slightly, squeezed her hand gently, and then let go.