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

Chu Xingchen reached out and touched her forehead.

Wang Xiaoxiao struggled to open his eyelids and said, "I'm fine."

Her throat was dry and hoarse.

Chu Xingchen soon came in with a glass of water. He helped her lean against him and fed her water.

Wang Xiaoxiao was indeed thirsty and drank a glass of water.

Chu Xingchen put the empty cup on the bedside table and stuffed something under her arm.

Wang Xiaoxiao was slow for a while before realizing that it was a thermometer: "I don't have a cold."

"I feel your forehead is a little hot, please measure it."

She reached out and touched her forehead: "I don't have a fever."

"It's okay to measure."

Well, Wang Xiaoxiao glanced out the window and saw that it was already dark: "What time is it?"

Chu Xingchen said: "It's past eight o'clock."

Fortunately, it was only more than two hours of sleep, which was not too long. Wang Xiaoxiao moved closer to him without talking. After guessing that five minutes had passed, she took out the thermometer.

The cold glass was already warm. She picked up the thermometer and looked at the light carefully.

Chu Xingchen also lowered his head and took a closer look.

36.5c

Wang Xiaoxiao turned her head and put her chin on his chest: "Look, I said I don't have a fever, but you still don't believe it."

Chu Xingchen put away the thermometer: "It's best if you don't have a fever. I've cooked. Do you want to get up and eat something?"

Wang Xiaoxiao shook his head: "I have no appetite, I don't want to eat."

Chu Xingchen carried her to the living room: "Eat as much as you like."

Wang Xiaoxiao:......

So he asked what was the significance of the previous sentence?

There was porridge and two side dishes on the dining table. Chu Xingchen put her on a chair beside the dining table and handed her a pair of chopsticks: "Eat as much as you can."

Wang Xiaoxiao nodded and took the chopsticks: "Have you eaten?"

"Ate."

Wang Xiaoxiao said "Oh" and lowered her head to eat the food. The food was very light. After eating half of it, she stopped forcing herself and the rest of the food went into Chu Xingchen's stomach.

Perhaps because she had eaten something, she regained some energy, so she did not go back to bed, but sat on the sofa with the man who was washing dishes in the kitchen.

After Chu Xingchen finished cleaning up the kitchen, he walked over and sat down next to her.

Wang Xiaoxiao leaned into his arms skillfully and muttered: "I've been so tired these past few days."

Chu Xingchen lowered his head and kissed her: "You can have a good rest next."

Wang Xiaoxiao sighed, rest? It was probably a luxury, as there was still a lot of things waiting for her in the institute.

During the annual vacation, she deliberately didn't think about such annoying things, but now when she went to work, she had to face it.

Alas, life is difficult.

Chu Xingchen flicked her forehead: "You are young, no matter how much you sigh, you will soon become an old lady."

Wang Xiaoxiao looked up at him and smiled without saying a word.

"What are you laughing at?" Chu Xingchen lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers, staring into her bright eyes: "The laughter at night is so scary."

Well, the main thing was the way the little woman looked up at him, which made him feel itchy. He couldn't hold it back and bit her.

"hiss……"

Wang Xiaoxiao held her white and tender cheek and stepped back a little. The smelly man bit her again, so hard. Oh, by the way, he actually dared to say that she was laughing so hard. More importantly, he said that he was " old lady"!

She, a beautiful girl like a flower, was told by him that she was about to turn into an old lady. The uncle could bear it, but the aunt couldn't. He had to let the ugly man know that a woman can only be "eighteen years old" forever.

"Chu Xingchen, I am thinking about a problem very seriously."

"Huh? What's the problem?"

"I remember you are twenty-six this year."

Chu Xingchen didn't know why: "Well, what next?"

Wang Xiaoxiao smiled coquettishly: "Do you know how old I am this year?"

Chu Xingchen understood, the little woman meant that he was old...

He is six years older than her, half a year! This realization made him a little sad.

Wang Xiaoxiao smiled and pointed the tip of his nose with her finger: "Do you know that there is a relationship between us like an old cow eating young grass."

She pointed at him: "You are an old cow."

Then he pointed at himself: "I am the young grass."

After a perfect counterattack, it was time to wash up and go to bed. Wang Xiaoxiao turned around and walked to the bathroom.

Chu Xingchen:......

I'm so angry with him, so angry with him, so angry with him. Important things have to be said three times.

It is unforgivable for a little woman to despise him for being old!

After Wang Xiaoxiao took a shower and tidied up, she returned to the bedroom and saw the man lying with his back to the door, showing from the inside out, I'm angry, come and comfort me.

Wang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but smile and muttered to himself: "Childish."

They say there is a big boy living in a man’s heart, and it seems to be absolutely true.

When she got into bed, a certain childish ghost turned over again, facing away from him.

Wang Xiaoxiao also lay down with her back to him. Well, she was a bit naive too.

The room was quiet except for the shallow breathing of the two people.

A few minutes later, when Wang Xiaoxiao turned over, her leg seemed to accidentally touch the man, and her little feet rubbed against him inadvertently.

Chu Xingchen was unmoved, but paused in breathing.

Wang Xiaoxiao reached out and hugged him from behind in a funny way: "Don't be angry anymore. I will like you even if you become an old man."

Chu Xingchen continued to turn his back to her. Why did he always feel that there was something wrong with this sentence?

Wang Xiaoxiao poked his back with her finger: "Anger makes people age easily. You see, you are so much older than me. If you age faster than me, maybe one day when we go out, others will mistakenly think that we are the same." They are father and daughter."

Chu Xingchen gritted his teeth, could he be so coaxing?

"Chu Xing..."

Before the words could be spoken, the man suddenly turned around and held her in his arms: "Shut up and go to bed."

He was afraid that the little woman would say something provocative again with her little mouth, which would make him sleepless.

Wang Xiaoxiao smiled secretly in the darkness. She was a simple little beauty, but she didn't have any bad intentions.

As the night progressed, the two people hugging each other on the bed soon fell asleep sweetly. What they didn't know was that there were many people thousands of miles away because they were destined to be unable to sleep all night.

Beijing.

After a busy day, Lu Chengye dragged his tired body back. As soon as he arrived at the door of his house, he saw someone standing there waiting. When he walked in, he realized that it was someone from the Zhou family.

He sighed deeply in his heart. It seemed that he could not go home to rest. Sure enough, as soon as this thought passed through his mind, he heard someone say that Commander Zhou was looking for him.

Lu Chengye could only endure the tiredness and sleepiness and went to Zhou's house.

Although it was late, the Zhou family's house was still brightly lit. Judging from this scene, it was not obvious that Mr. Zhou was the only one living in this huge courtyard.

Thinking of what happened recently, Lu Chengye felt a little uneasy. He stood at the door of Zhou's house, took a deep breath, and then walked inside.

Mr. Zhou had been waiting in the study for a long time. When he heard the knock on the door, he said "come in". When he saw him coming, he asked directly: "Xiao Lu, has there been any news from the second brother recently?"

Lu Chengye lowered his head and replied: "Commander, there is no latest news."

The last time the second master wrote a letter, he asked the old man to help him find people. At that time, the old man's face was so dark that he was scared to see it.

Mr. Zhou thought for a while and then asked: "Where is Ling Yi?"

"No." Lu Chengye answered in a much softer voice this time than last time. No news came back for a long time, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad. He himself was afraid of being offended.

The expression on Mr. Zhou's face didn't seem to have changed much, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking at this time.