Rebirth in 70: The sweet wife is coaxed slowly, and the military king is pampered step by step

When he got home, Chen Chuhui saw Luo Baozhen standing in the yard with her back to him, looking at the flowers she planted.

He put the flower down and walked over gently.

But when such a big man entered the hospital, Luo Baozhen felt the inherent pressure even without seeing it.

Luo Baozhen turned her head and looked around, her mouth slightly raised, "Are you back?"

Wu Junying also prepared the meal, walked out and shouted towards the mountains and hills: "My dear grandson, come back, let's eat quickly."

Dabao is actually in his room, and he has just finished his work!

So he responded from the house: "Milk! I'm at home!"

Wu Junying then smiled and said to the two people in the yard: "Second brother, Baozhen, come back and wash your hands and eat."

"Okay, mother." Luo Baozhen walked to the gravel road in the middle.

She saw that Chen Chuhui had not turned around yet, and his hands were still behind his back.

She turned to look, "Brother Chu Hui, what are you hiding?"

Chen Chuhui coughed and saw Dabao standing at the door, looking at him with a smile.

He glared at Dabao, then took out the flowers behind him and said, "Happy birthday, wife!"

"Wow, why did you pick such beautiful flowers? No wonder you still have sweat on your forehead." Luo Baozhen originally wanted to wipe it for him.

She took the flower, took out the small handkerchief she was wearing, and wiped his sweat, "Thank you, my man, this flower is fragrant and beautiful!"

Luo Baozhen was very happy. She didn't see Dabao either, so she pouted at Chen Chuhui, "Quickly kiss me on the lips, while there's no one around!"

Da Bao hid at the door and pretended to cover his eyes, but he could still see it through the cracks in his hands.

Chen Chuhui endured no kiss for the time being, but Luo Baozhen still wanted to tiptoe up.

"Dabao, that little bastard is at the door." Chen Chuhui stepped aside and supported Luo Baozhen.

Luo Baozhen immediately returned to her normal motherly self, "Dad, Dabao, come home for dinner!"

Dabao giggled, "Dad, you haven't promised mom yet, you have to kiss mom!"

Luo Baozhen held Dabao's hand and walked to the living room, "Dabao, the milk has made delicious food, it's time to eat!"

She was used to it. Anyway, she and Chen Chuhui kissed each other and had been hit by Dabao countless times.

It's just that Chen Chuhui still hides sometimes.

Wu Junying took off his apron, and Chen Chuhui came out with bowls and chopsticks.

When he gave Luo Baozhen a big chicken drumstick, Wu Junying thought it was to celebrate Luo Baozhen's birthday, "Baozhen, eat more, today is your birthday."

This lunch consists of half chicken soup, half spicy chicken, plus a portion of stewed vegetables, and a cucumber.

Luo Baozhen bit off the chicken skin she wanted to eat and said, "Thank you, mother. Eat it quickly. You've been busy all morning."

"I didn't do anything! Eat them all, dear grandson. I'll give you the other drumstick."

Dabao held it in his hand and said, "Ah! The chicken made from milk is delicious!"

When Luo Baozhen came back, she put the flowers in the glass vase she had put them in before and put them on the dining table.

Chen Chuhui was dazzled when he saw his wife eating.

He just said that his wife likes flowers.

After he finished eating, he gave her the small gift he had prepared.

Dabao ate very quickly today. He glanced at Luo Baozhen several times. After eating, he also had a gift for his mother!

It would be impossible if Luo Baozhen didn't notice it at all.

She just waited quietly to see what these two people were going to do.

After eating, Dabao ran to the house without wiping his mouth.

Then the baby brought something to Luo Baozhen and said, "Happy birthday, mom, close your eyes, I have something good for you."

Didn't Dabao learn from what Luo Baozhen said before?

Luo Baozhen smiled and closed her eyes, "Dabao, what do you want to give to mother?"

Chen Chuhui touched the letter in his chest pocket. He didn't expect that this little bastard's hands and feet were faster than his.

Wu Junying looked at these people and felt extremely happy.

How wonderful, the second child’s family is so happy!

Dabao gave Luo Baozhen what he thought was the best work, "Mom, please take a look."

Luo Baozhen opened her eyes and saw something like a letter in her palm.

The cover is a painting by Dabao. It should be a family of seven, with Wu Junying also added.

Luo Baozhen opened it again and looked at it carefully.

This turned out to be a letter written by Dabao, almost all written in Pinyin.

It reads: Happy birthday, mom!Dabao loves his mother the most.Mom is the most beautiful lesbian. When Dabao grows up, he will be like his dad. He will make money for his mother and buy a lot of delicious and useful things for her.hey-hey.

It can be seen that Dabao has written this letter several times. Although there are two wrong pinyin, Luo Baozhen knows that this letter has been written for a long time.

I guess Dabao didn't go out this morning, so he secretly wrote this in the house.

Luo Baozhen was so moved that she kissed Dabao on the forehead, "Mom received Dabao's gift. She likes it very much. Mom also loves Dabao."

Wu Junying blushed a little. She knew that her daughter-in-law liked to talk about "love" and so on, and Dabao also learned from her.

She glanced at the second child secretly. Her daughter-in-law must have said such words to the second child from time to time.

Which man is not obsessed with this?

Very good, very good. She, this old woman, took another sip of chicken soup and looked at it leisurely.

Chen Chuhui's face was not necessarily so good, just because this little brat actually wrote a letter.

He also writes letters, but he writes them a bit like a love letter.

This brat gave him similar gifts.

Luo Baozhen hummed a little tune and went back to the house with Chen Chuhui for a nap.

Chen Chuhui touched the letter on his chest several times, and Luo Baozhen pretended not to see it.

Seeing that Chen Chuhui was a little restless, she walked over and asked, "Brother Chu Hui, what's wrong with your chest?"

Chen Chuhui put his hand down and said, "It's nothing, just a little itchy."

Luo Baozhen raised her eyebrows and prepared to take off his clothes, "Wear two warm clothes at this time. You can sleep in the vest underneath."

Chen Chuhui grabbed Luo Baozhen's hand, "I won't lie down in bed today, and I won't be able to sleep for long. Wife, please sleep."

He was really embarrassed to give it the first love letter written by Chen Chuhui.

He thought his writing was more explicit and straightforward.

Luo Baozhen was not anxious anymore. She would know anyway, "That's right, you only have about 20 minutes to rest."

Luo Baozhen saw that Chen Chuhui occasionally twisted his neck in the past few days. She guessed that his neck was sore because he didn't sleep well.

She put her hands on Chen Chuhui's shoulders and prepared to rub them for him. "If you don't want to sleep, I'll rub your neck and shoulders."

"Stop when your hands are tired." Chen Chuhui raised his head and said.

"knew."

Luo Baozhen massaged Chen Chuhui back and forth several times, and Chen Chuhui's neck felt much more comfortable.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Chen Chuhui stood up and helped Luo Baozhen slowly sit on the bed.

He slowly unbuttoned his chest.

Luo Baozhen watched at leisure, and she wanted to know what Chen Chuhui was hiding inside.

You see how nervous he is. Even though the weather is not yet hot, he has just begun to sweat a little on his back.

As soon as Chen Chuhui unbuttoned it, he neatly pulled out a piece of letter paper from his inner pocket.

"Daughter-in-law, I went to the camp. This is what I wrote...it's from my heart. Take a look!"

After saying that, he leaned down and kissed Luo Baozhen to satisfy Luo Baozhen's request.