Don't move the power young baby wife

Chapter 147 The feeling of warmth

Cheng Yue came back at noon, before he went upstairs and looked up, he saw clothes and bed sheets hanging on the balcony on the second floor, fluttering against the wind.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was unconsciously evoked, and there was a warm feeling in his chest.

Han Chao, the leader of the special squadron behind him, came in from the outside with a meal in his hand. Seeing Chengyue standing downstairs and staring at the balcony, he didn't know what he was looking at, so he took a picture of Chengyue and asked, "What are you looking at?" His eyes noticed the sheets and clothes on the balcony, he was taken aback for a moment before he realized, he gave him a strange look and said, "Is there someone?"

Cheng Yue smiled, glanced at him and went up with the lunch box without saying a word.

Only then did Han Chao notice the two boxes of lunch he was carrying in his hand, and he chased up and punched Cheng Yue on the shoulder. Of course, he didn't use much force, and said funny, "Good boy, what are you doing with your feelings? My wife brought it here, you should consider how your brother and I, a bachelor, feel about it!"

Cheng Yue was in a good mood, looked at him and rarely joked and said, "Marry one, it's more reliable to have a wife by your side."

"You should be shopping for vegetables. If you want to marry, you can marry." Han Chao's teeth itch.

I don’t want a wife to help you eat and wash your clothes. This old man who stays in the army all year round will inevitably feel lonely at night. There is no one to talk to, and he doesn’t even have a delicate body to hug. It is really unspeakable suffering.

Training day and night, others think he is so diligent and hardworking, who the hell knows that he has no place to vent his excess energy, the pain of being a soldier, his mother is really hard!

"You said it lightly, but you are introducing someone to your brother." Han Chao said to him, he was not joking, and his attitude was very serious.

"I heard that the art troupe is recruiting new recruits, you can drag someone to inquire about it for you." Cheng Yue went up the stairs with a box of lunch.

"Bah." Han Chao spat at him and said, "I'm looking for a wife. How big are the recruit girls in the art troupe? Even if I want old cows to eat young grass, they must be willing to marry me." It's very clear, it's to find a partner to find a wife, not to find a girlfriend to fall in love with. Besides, how much time do soldiers have to make love tired, especially special forces like them.

Cheng Yue shrugged, stood at the door of the dormitory and patted him on the shoulder and said, "I can't help you." He turned around and was about to open the door and go in.

Seeing that he was about to go in, Han Chao suddenly thought of something, stopped him and said, "Hey, you boy, ask your sister-in-law to introduce me, any sister or colleague is fine."

Cheng Yue looked back at him again, and said, "Are you serious?"

"Bullshit, I seem to be joking with you?!" Marrying a wife is such a serious matter, can you joke, can you joke!
Cheng Yue looked him up and down, and said, "Do you need to be so anxious?" If he remembered correctly, this kid seemed to be a year younger than him.

"Get out of here." Han Chao spat, raised his leg and gave him a kick, saying, "A full man doesn't know a hungry man is hungry!"

Cheng Yue laughed loudly, and only said something to help him keep an eye out, then turned around and opened the door to enter the room.

Miya came out of the room. He had just fallen asleep and was woken up by their conversation downstairs. He was still a little dazed and hadn't fully woken up yet.

Cheng Yue put the lunch box in his hand on the small table, saw that she was still sleepy, stepped forward and rubbed her head and asked, "Just woke up?"

Miya nodded, holding his neck with one hand, and seemed to have a stiff neck just now.

"Hey, go to the bathroom and twist the towel to wash your face." Cheng Yue said as he pushed her towards the bathroom, and then returned to the table to prepare the dishes for dinner.

After Miya washed her face, she was completely awake. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw that he had already set the meal and waved to her to let her go.

Big pot rice is not delicious, at least not as good as Aunt Qin and Cheng Yue's craftsmanship, but it is not unpalatable, at least it is much better than hers.

However, the food in the army is always a little more than outside. Mijia always feels that he is eating very hard, but there are still a lot of bows, and he hardly eats half of it.

Glancing at the boxed lunch in front of him, he pouted and raised his head towards Cheng Yue and shook his head, "I can't eat any more."

Cheng Yue glanced at her and sighed helplessly, "Are you the stomach of a mouse?"

Mi Jia stuck out her tongue at him, then pushed all the endless boxed lunches in front of her to him, and said with a playful and coquettish smile, "Dear Mr. Cheng, I'm sorry to trouble you, please don't waste it."

What else could Cheng Yue say, looking at her charmingly smiling face, how could he be willing to refuse, he could only resign himself to his fate, took the box of lunch, and ate it with big mouthfuls.

After eating, Mi Jia took the initiative to take the two lunch boxes to clean, and when they came out after cleaning, they saw Cheng Yue looking at something on the sofa.

I don't know if he listened to her and didn't participate in the training in the morning. He was a little worried about the injury on his back, so he went forward and said, "Take off your clothes."

Wen Yancheng raised his eyebrows more, looked at her with a half-smile and deliberately misinterpreted her meaning and said, "Will you not wait until night?"

Miya couldn't understand what he meant, so he stretched out his hand and patted him angrily, and said, "Take off your clothes quickly and let me see the wound." This man usually looked cold and serious, and privately In fact, the bottom is also a person who can joke with her deliberately and play dirty.

But she likes him like this, so that she won't have that sense of distance. She really feels that he is her own, and it's good to talk and laugh. It's different from when he is facing others. His attitude towards her is unique. There seems to be an inexplicable vanity.

Cheng Yue stood up, held her face and kissed her hard on the lips, and said, "Don't look at it, I feel that the wound is very good, neither painful nor itchy."

"Really?" Mijia looked at him with obvious doubts.

"Of course!" Cheng Yue nodded heavily, looking into her eyes to make her believe what he said.

Mijia narrowed his eyes slightly, shook his head and insisted, "No, quickly take off your clothes, I have to confirm it with my own eyes."

Cheng Yue stretched out his hand and touched his nose unnaturally, and finally reached out to take off his coat, looked at Mi Jia with a smile, and said, "Actually, I'm really fine."

The more he explained Miya in this way, the more suspicious he became about him, so he walked around his back and pulled up the T-shirt he was wearing, only to see blood dripping from the white gauze, seeing Miya's expression He put it down immediately, and stared at him, "Cheng Yue, are you okay?!" This guy didn't listen to her, but he even wanted to lie to her!

(End of this chapter)