The young commander's little petite girl got mad at 70

Meng Wantang didn't even bother him to move. She stood up, took the mirror, and put it against his face, letting him take a good look at what he looked like.

Although he had a beard, he looked a dozen years older.

But it's really manly and handsome!

If he wasn't injured, Meng Wantang would have wanted to try some new tricks.

Lu Qingye rarely grew a beard, and before that, it was just a green stubble. This mission was planned in advance, and he didn't shave a few days before he left home.

Having been outside for some time, his beard has grown a lot longer.

His beard grows fast.

He had never looked in the mirror when he was on a mission and was always running around. Now when he suddenly saw himself in the mirror, he felt like he didn't recognize himself.

Is this him?

How did he become like this all of a sudden?

Lu Qingye looked up and met Meng Wantang's fair and delicate face, then lowered his head at the rough man in the mirror and had the urge to shave off all his beard.

He put the mirror down, stood up and went out.

Meng Wantang was several years younger than him and looked very young. If she said she was a grown-up girl, people would believe her. Now, he looked like a man in his forties.

He was clearly in disguise in order to carry out his mission, but I still couldn't stand it.

Lu Qingye shaved his beard and looked much younger. He wore a white vest and was not afraid of the cold. He sat in front of Meng Wantang obediently. Meng Wantang checked his wounds before letting him put on his clothes.

He must be uncomfortable in that pullover.

Meng Wantang had no choice but to take out the gift that she had prepared for him in advance.

"I was planning to give you a surprise, but now the surprise is gone." Meng Wantang opened his clothes and helped him put them on.

Lu Qingye had never worn such soft clothes: "Where did you buy this sweater?"

"I knitted it for you." Meng Wantang buttoned up his coat. "Some time ago, Mom went out for a while and bought a lot of wool when she came back. I had nothing to do, so I knitted a coat for you and the kids."

Lu Qingye felt very happy, so he put his arms around her waist and kissed her.

Meng Wantang did not dare to struggle, fearing to touch his wound. The man lowered his head and kissed her soft lips, his breathing gradually becoming heavier.

It's been so long since they've been this affectionate.

"Wife, I miss you."

Lu Qingye's voice was hoarse, and he reached his hand directly into her clothes and gently stroked her back. Meng Wantang's eyes were wet and red, and she missed him so much.

The two of them clung to each other so closely that they wished they could melt into each other's bodies.

His eyes were scary, as if he wanted to tear her apart and eat her.

Meng Wantang instinctively stepped back, but Lu Qingye took the opportunity to put her on the kang and pressed her down.

"No, you're not in good health and you're injured..."

"Don't use any force on my arm, just cooperate with me." Lu Qingye turned her over with one hand.

Under normal circumstances, Meng Wantang would definitely not cooperate, but this time she did not refuse.

Lu Qingye's hand pinched her waist, and the other hand was not so strong. He forgot the pain of the wound when he was deeply in love. In fact, the pain of the wound stimulated him.

Lin Su and Lin Jing returned to the old house, and Lan Youyi took the children to the compound.

There were only the two of them at home.

The young couple, who have been patient for a long time, rarely act recklessly.

A joyful indulgence.

……

Meng Wantang's arms felt weak, and she had to sit up to treat his wounds.

"You are crazy. Can't you feel the wound opening?"

"I can't feel it." Lu Qingye said shamelessly, "You are so delicious that I can't notice anything else."

Meng Wantang paused for a moment, then exerted force, causing Lu Qingye to hiss in pain.

"Are you murdering your husband?"

"Oh, forget it if I die. I will find another family after I die. The next family will definitely treat me well. They will treat me well every night. They will not be like some people who seek death. Every time they go on a business trip, they get injured all over." Meng Wantang didn't even want to say how many times this person had been injured. "If you don't take care of yourself now, you will be sick in the future. Whether you can live to the end of your life is the same thing."

Lu Qingye knew she was angry, and smiled and coaxed her: "I will never let myself get hurt in the future. Don't be angry. Didn't you say that it's bad for a woman to be angry?"

"When have you ever done what you said? If something really happens, just go for it. You are a human being and you will get hurt. Besides, can't you be a little more stable?" Meng Wantang also knew that it was impossible to be stable.

She understands the truth, but she still loses control intellectually.

Lu Qingye bent down and kissed her: "This time it was really an accident. I was trying to save a child. If I didn't save him, the child would have died."

A little injury in exchange for a life, it's worth it.

Meng Wantang endured it again and again, bandaged him and got up to take a shower. After taking a shower and changing clothes, she went to cook for Lu Qingye.

The meal was ready, and she came to call Lu Qingye to eat, only to find that Lu Qingye had fallen asleep.

There was blue under his eyes, and it was obvious that he hadn't had a good rest for several days.

Meng Wantang stared at him for a long time, but didn't wake him up. She took the quilt and covered him with it. The man reached out and grabbed her wrist, and said incoherently, "Wife."

Meng Wantang wanted to pull her wrist free, but he held it so tightly that she couldn't pull it free for a while.

This man!

Meng Wantang couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

She also felt sorry for Lu Qingye, so she reached out to smooth the marks between his brows, leaned against him and closed her eyes.

When Meng Wantang opened her eyes, it was already dark.

She quietly pulled her hand back and, in the moonlight, glanced at the time on her watch.

I slept for five hours.

It's already midnight.

She found that Lu Qingye was still not awake, so she had to change into pajamas and get under the quilt. As soon as she lay down, Lu Qingye hugged her from behind as if he had radar.

Open your eyes again.

Its daybreak.

Lu Qingye had woken up, but he didn't get up. He just lay there looking at her.

"Are you hungry? I cooked dinner last night and came back to call you to eat, but you were already asleep." Meng Wantang said as he got up and put on his clothes. "Have you not slept well these past few days?"

Lu Qingye nodded: "Three hours a day."

"Or I should ask Dad to use his connections to get you a new position." Meng Wantang couldn't bear to see him work so hard.

Lu Qingye also stood up as he spoke: "It's not easy for the organization to train me."

That's what unwillingness is.

"I just said it casually. The rest depends on your own thoughts." Meng Wantang would not be angry with him because of this matter, but she would feel unhappy.

She can digest this emotion herself.

He has his career, his ideals, and his persistence.

Just like she has her own ideas.

Husbands and wives should also respect each other.

"Wanwan, I'm sorry."

Lu Qingye hugged her from behind.

Meng Wantang saw the guilt in the man's eyes through the mirror, and comforted him: "Why do you feel guilty? You did nothing wrong, you don't have to feel guilty. This is your choice, I respect you. But, again, if you really kill yourself, I won't live by your coffin."

Lu Qingye: "..."

He knew she would say that.

"I will definitely not let you have your way."

"is it?"

Meng Wantang rinsed her mouth, lowered her head to wash her face, turned around and wrapped the towel around his neck, and ordered, "Lower your head."

He did as he was told, then said awkwardly: "I can wash my face myself."