Rebirth of the Little Military Wife

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"To deal with the scumbag, just use this trick, kid, don't feel guilty. If he hits you again in the future, you will call the police and fight back to let him know that you are not bullying." Zhang Mu looked The class spoke with hate.

Jing Peng's speech was too loud, and Zhang Mu heard it all. Such a daughter-in-law who roared herself was really not a good man.

Hearing the news of his wife's hospitalization, she didn't care at all, and yelled at her to go back. What does this man want him to do?

Mother Zhang looked at Ban Hua deeply, "Child, you will ruin your own, Jing Xuan's younger brother, it is not worth your love, one day, he beat you and killed you by the wrong hand, you just I will never see your daughter forever. "

Ban Hua held the phone, still thinking of Jing Peng in his heart. I don't know what happened to him after acupuncture?

She didn't hear many words from Zhang Mu, only to see that Zhang Mu's mouth stopped, she said reactively: "I know ..."

Zhang Mufa listened to her and continued to teach her: "You can't always be soft. You are like a woman in Jing Peng's heart. Men don't like to be a woman. He looks down on him like this. Woman. "

"Be a cheap woman?" Ban Huan stared at Zhang Mu in a daze.

"Yeah, the more Jing Peng beats you, the more you can't be separated from him. What is it that you are not cheating? Sometimes, do you feel that he doesn't hit you, and you feel uncomfortable?"

When Ban Hua heard it, he quickly shook his head: "Auntie, no!"

When Zhang Mu heard it, she was relieved. "It's good if you don't have it. I'm really afraid that you will have this idea."

"He never cared about my life and death. Tang Huai was right. Even if I lied to him and was wounded and hospitalized, he would not care about me." Ban Hua said hoarsely.

"You live here these days, if he doesn't care about you these days, he really doesn't think of you as his wife."

Ban Hua smiled bitterly: "If she regards me as his wife, she won't beat me ..."

Without waiting for Ban Hua to come back, Jing Peng had to call the hotel reception.

After getting through the phone at the front desk, he said unfriendlyly: "I am a 508 guest, find someone to serve me!"

The receptionist froze for a moment, and then a sweet voice came: "Sir, I am a regular hotel and do not provide services in that area."

"Laozi starved to death, find someone to deliver the meal!"

The front desk was unclear, so carefully asked: "Does it mean to eat?"

"if not?!!!"

"Okay, may I ask what you want to eat?"

"Anything!"

"Sir, please wait." The front desk hung up the phone, pursed his lips, and whispered softly: "Can the starving people roar so loud?"

In any case, the customer is God, the front desk does not like such guests, but also go to arrange a restaurant for him.

For about ten minutes, a young and beautiful waiter wearing a hotel uniform appeared in room 508 with a tray.

"Sir, your meal is here, you take it slowly." The waiter looked at Jing Peng, who was on the sofa, his voice sweet and gentle.

The waiter's voice in the big city is sweet. Jing Peng endured the pain of his body and looked up hard at the waiter.

Mom, what a pretty girl!

The skin under the light, white, white, snowy, delicate and creamy, and tempting like a peach, wanted to pinch and want to take a bite.

But when he thought of his own thing, Jing Peng was very irritable. His tone was very gentle: "Pour me a glass of water!"

Imperative.

The waiter smiled sweetly: "Okay."

Then put the tray down and poured water to Jing Peng.

At this time, Jing Peng sat up, and his two long legs spread a little.

He doesn't dare to pinch his legs now, it hurts there.

Tang Huai's bastard, acupuncture and moxibustion can also hurt him so much!

If she had not become his sister-in-law, he would strangle her!

The waiter came over the water, and his eyes fell on Jing Peng's handsome face. How to say, Jing Peng is also a businessman. In a luxurious suit, his temperament is still a little different from that of ordinary men. Only a successful and rich man can have such a temperament!

And his face looked like Jing Shao.

The waiter has been in this city for several years. She has never seen Jing Xuan herself, but she has seen his photos from military news.

The waiter was pleasantly surprised, a glance of excitement in his eyes: "Are you young Jing?"

Jing Peng looked at the waiter coldly: "Are you talking about less big or less big?"

Jing Peng didn't think he was famous, but came to K City. The young Jing in the waiter's mouth definitely referred to his elder brother.

But he was cheap again.

"Military," the waiter said.

"No." Jing Peng sullenly said: "I am his brother."

When the waiter heard it, his eyes lit up, and his brother is good!

Who does n’t know that Jing Shao is a spoiled wife?

If she really met Jing Shao, she would not dare to treat him.

But Jing Shao ’s younger brother is different. Perhaps the other party is not married yet. If he hooks up with Jing Shao ’s younger brother and marries into the Jing family, he will not need to be a waiter in the hotel. The waiter thought beautifully, she walked to Jing Peng and squatted down, raised the cup to his eyes, slightly raised her face, and showed an extremely sweet smile: "Jing less, drink water."

Jing Peng said impatiently: "I am not Jing Shao! I am Jing Shao's brother!"

He hates people thinking of him as his eldest brother. He is more handsome than his elder brother, whiter than his elder brother, and richer than his elder brother!

The eldest brother who eats soft rice and is afraid of his wife's lifeless man!

The waiter heard that sweet laughter "hee hee" sounded, she blinked her eyes like stars: "Isn't Mr. Jing surnamed Jing? Master Jing."

Jing Peng lowered his eyes and looked at the waiter's face, looking at her face up close, as white as a cooked shelled egg, flicked and broken.

Beautiful eyes, red lips, white teeth, black hair, and very soft, wow, like a fairy!

Master Jing?

Jing Peng seems to like this title.

He couldn't help thinking about the rich son of the wealthy man who played on TV, and those who surrendered to him would call him "Master" respectfully.

For the first time, "Master Jing," Jing Peng heard this for the first time.

Everyone called his elder brother Jing Shao Jing Shao, but no one called him Jing Shao Jing Shao.

The same surname Jing, also born by a father and mother, also a man, what do they only call the elder brother Jing Shao not call him Jing Shao?

Quite unfair!

Jing Peng slowed his face, and the brutality of his body was also suppressed by him. He pretended to be very elegant. He stretched out his hand and took the cup passed by the waiter. He sipped the water in the glass with what he thought was very elegant. God knows he is so thirsty that his throat is hot. A small bit of boiling water flows into his throat, which makes him feel comfortable immediately. He wanted to drink it in a big sip, but in the face of the gentle, loving eyes of the service, he endured it. In front of you, you have to be elegant and can't lose to your elder brother.

Jing Peng took another sip, then leaned back naturally on the sofa, his legs habitually folded,

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