Marry an officer at the beginning, wear a book girl and play songs every day

"Okay, the sewing machine is in the guest room on the first floor. If you need it, just come to me."

Song Ranran freed up snacks and bananas, and returned her flour, cane sugar, and white rabbit.

"Then I won't disturb you if I come over tomorrow to borrow a sewing machine, right?"

Xu Jiajia didn't expect that she would be so easy to talk to, so she didn't bring any fabric.

This girl is pretty, smooth, and has a generous personality. No wonder Gu Beicheng, who was almost forty in her last life, was not so kind to her before she got married.

In his previous life, Gu Beicheng was on an island and was the ruthless King of Hell.

Now he has actually become the number one good man in the family home.

"No, I happen to be bored too. If you have time, you can come to my house and chat!"

It was really boring to be alone at home. After Sister-in-law Zheng became distant, she cut off the source of gossip.

Xu Jiajia is reborn, and she knows all the gossip on this island, not only now, but also in the headlines of the family home in the future.

The arrival of Xu Jiajia just filled the source of gossip she was missing now.

"That's great, but I've changed a bit now, and many people will talk about me behind my back. I'm afraid you might have objections!"

Xu Jiajia no longer cares about those rumors, but she still wants to have a best friend with whom she can talk intimately.

In the entire family courtyard, she was the only girl in front of her that she had never interacted with.

Others are more conservative now. Several handkerchief friends who often visited her in the previous life have stayed away from her after she changed.

She also happens to be missing a friend with whom she can chat and talk.

Although Song Ranran was only eighteen years old, she felt very comfortable being with her, and there was no awkwardness in chatting with her.

"No one is telling anyone behind my back, and there may be a lot of people talking about me. I just need to live a happy life, and I don't eat their rice."

Song Ranran never cared about the opinions of outsiders, her life was her own.

She is not a golden bean, everyone will like her.

"Sister, it's already late. I'll go back to work after lunch."

Tomorrow is Sunday, so you can have a day off. Come and make clothes tomorrow, which will give you more time.

She looked at Song Ranran's clothes, which were all ordinary styles nowadays, but they looked good on her.

Others only use their clothes to set off others, but she is so good-looking that she looks good in whatever clothes she wears.

"Sister-in-law, let me give it to you!"

You have to lock the door anyway. As a person from the future, we don’t have the habit of leaving the door wide open for people to enter the house at any time.

She would rather walk a few more steps to open the door for the guests.

After sending Xu Jiajia away, she realized that today was already Saturday.

Gu Beicheng has been on this mission for five days and has not returned yet. It is probably a rather difficult mission.

Their tasks are kept confidential, and family members are not allowed to inquire.

Song Ranran could understand that many family members were gossips and could easily leak important information.

Before Xu Jiajia's divorce, Gu Beicheng was doing well.

Now she has those seasonings that can enhance his physique and strength, which have been giving him supplements for several months.

The temperature on the island was high, and there were several sets of body armor in the space, but she didn't dare give him one to wear.

After Gu Beicheng comes back, she will discuss with him how to hand over the military books in her space to the country without exposing her.

Countries are the same as individuals. Only if one's fists are strong enough can one not be bullied by others and receive relatively fair treatment.

In the dead of night, Song Ranran tossed and turned, but still fell asleep from time to time.

He said not to worry, lying on the bed, smelling his delicious body fragrance on the thin quilt.

She opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling, the longing in her heart flooding her like a tide.

In just three months, her heart has been captured by him, and she doesn't know what he is doing now. Is it dangerous?

Song Ranran didn't know when she fell asleep, and it was only around eight o'clock when she woke up.

During the five years of the apocalypse, she was always vigilant about her surroundings and would never sleep more than six hours a night.

The base is not absolutely safe. Someone needs to be vigilant every day, every six hours.

No one can be alone in the end of the world, unless you have a space in the novel where people can enter.

When sleeping, you need reliable teammates.

Gu Beicheng's daily exercise before going to bed allowed her to fall into a deep sleep.

She is now back to her old biological clock.

Song Ranran really missed sleeping with Gu Beicheng.

She ate something to satisfy her stomach, and after feeding the rabbit, she began to practice her boxing skills.

"Sister, are you at home?"

Xu Jiajia's voice came from the courtyard door.

"Here, come right away!"

After Song Ranran finished a set of punches, she took a towel from the space to wipe her sweat.

She put the towel on her shoulders and quickly opened the courtyard door.

"Sister, I came so early, didn't I disturb you?"

Xu Jiajia asked curiously as she looked at Song Ranran, who had a rosy complexion and a slight sweat on her forehead.

"I just finished the boxing skills my man taught me. I have plenty of time now. I was just thinking about when you would come over today when I heard your voice."

Song Ranran waited for Xu Jiajia to enter the house and then closed the courtyard door.

She originally thought about putting on makeup and dressing up, but when she realized that Gu Beicheng was not at home, she forgot about it and waited until he got home before dressing up for him.

"I plan to make two skirts. You look so good, why don't you wear a skirt?"

Xu Jiajia asked in confusion. Song Ranran looked like someone who had no shortage of fabrics.

I have never seen the same clothes, but I have never seen her wearing a skirt.

"It's not convenient to wear a skirt. My man is not at home and has no intention of dressing up."

More than three months have passed, and the student's head has turned into a pear-shaped head.

A pure-desire beauty looks good in anything she wears, and it is more convenient to wear pants.

"Yes, then I will also make clothes and trousers. Skirts are inconvenient for riding a bicycle."

Xu Jiajia suddenly remembered that they are all wearing long skirts now.

It's okay to wear makeup, but if you wear a short skirt, you'll probably be smeared to death.

"Sister-in-law, is there any new gossip lately?"

Song Ranran first brought two cups of herbal tea and placed a plate of fruit on the table next to the sewing machine.

She was curious about how to use this old-fashioned sewing machine, which she had not studied since she bought it.

Now that I have ready-made observation experience, I would like to learn from Xu Jiajia.

There will be more than ten years left to make my own clothes, and I will learn how to use a sewing machine in front of others.

"The most popular gossip recently is about Captain Feng's family. He seems to be related to the educated youth who went to the countryside..."

The two of them were chatting and gossiping, and time flew by very quickly.

When the sun was about to go down, Xu Jiajia reluctantly said goodbye to Song Ranran.

After sending Xu Jiajia away, the living room was eerily quiet.

Song Ranran didn't have much appetite, so she ate something casually, then put the hot water from the yard into the bath and started to wash up.

"Brother Beicheng!"

Half asleep and half awake, Song Ranran seemed to smell Gu Beicheng's rich body fragrance, and she murmured like she was sleepwalking.

"Daughter-in-law, it's me!"

Gu Beicheng's eyes showed deep love and he responded to her in a low voice.

He looked at the petite little daughter-in-law in front of him. She was wearing a black suspender nightgown.

A large area of ​​tender white skin was exposed because of her dishonest sleeping posture.............