After dinner, I sat with Political Commissar Yu and others in the side hall for a while and watched the news, Xingye retreated, returned to the room and took a comfortable bath, and sat on the sofa in the living room to watch TV. (Good novel)

Time passed minute by minute. Xingye looked up at the clock on the wall from time to time. It was almost ten o'clock in the evening, and he still hadn't seen Zhan Beicheng come back yet. He hung up the phone and said that there was a dinner party and would not come back for dinner.

Zhan Beicheng must not know yet. In fact, Xingye has always been afraid of waiting. He is most afraid of the feeling of despair when his hope is shattered. Sometimes, she would rather have no hope that she can expect. At least when the hope is dissipated, there will be a little regretful pain.

It seemed as if it had been a century, and Xingye couldn't stand it. He climbed onto the bed and fell asleep in a state of disappointment. It was a long time later that he heard the sound of the door being opened.

Soon, the bedroom door was opened, and a faint smell of alcohol came to my nose.

Zhan Beicheng did not turn on the lights. By snorting in through the cracks of the curtains, the faint moonlight slowly walked to the closet to look for clothes, and then rushed into the bathroom soon.

Zhan Beicheng had just stepped into the bathroom, Xingye turned on the lamp at the head of the bed, his beautiful eyes were filled with streams of light, and he looked at the bathroom with lights. The sound of water was heard, and it seemed even clearer in this quiet space. He pulled up his pillow slightly, reached to the bed cabinet with bare hands, and took a book, of course, the books such as military treatises in Zhan Beicheng, and looked through them casually.

His handwriting is very beautiful, just like others, calm and restrained, with a stunning edge, densely packed with logo notes and circles, and every page is full of writing, which shows his carefulness and concentration.

After turning a few pages, a small bookmark suddenly slipped down from the page. Xingye picked it up in surprise. When he saw that the familiar scene made a slight wave flow through her clear eyes quickly.

I have never seen anyone use wedding photos as bookmarks on the background. She is still wearing a red wedding dress on the background. He is in the ever-changing green military uniform. The poem floating on the background is very familiar. It is clearly a poem she used before, "The lonely ancient bridge is lonely night, the cold wind is bleak and rain."

The crystal clear fingertips suddenly trembled a little, and the clear eyes suddenly became dazed. Her cold heart seemed to gradually warm up. Her simple face raised a light smile like a lotus, slowly put the bookmark back into the pages, and began to look down again.

In fact, Xingye couldn't understand the tactics and weapons. She was a military idiot. Zhan Beicheng had known this for a long time. For example, what kind of AK series should be divided into this gun, she didn't know at all.

After more than ten minutes, my neck became stiffer and my eyes circulated. Unexpectedly, I saw a comrade throwing it on the chair, but half of the dirty clothes that had already slipped to the ground. I took a breath, threw the book to the side, pulled the quilt open, slowly got up, and picked up the pile of dirty clothes.

At this time, the bathroom door was opened.

"I haven't sleep yet?" Zhan Beicheng wiped his head with a towel in his hand. His eyes as dark as the deep night sky lowered, and quietly fell on Xingye, who was squatting on the ground and picking up his clothes.

The slender figure was hidden under the wide nightgown, looking a little thin, with beautiful and soft long hair brushing across the shoulders, like a beautiful black waterfall. Xu Ran straightened up, his clear eyes were as bright as black gems, and the starlight flashed, with a soft ray of softness, like a shallow breeze blowing across the calm lake like a mirror, stirring up shallow ripples. In the eyes of Zhanbeicheng, this scene turned into a unique scenery. The black eyes were covered with a trace of endurance, and walked towards Xingye with big strides.

"Why are you so late? I thought you were not back." The delicate voice was mixed with a faint slight slightness, and the clear and moving eyes fell on the man walking towards him in a flash.

"The leaders of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs came to inspect the work and arranged a dinner party temporarily. As the host, you can't leave the house aside, huh?" He picked up the clothes in her hand, turned around and threw them into the chair next to the bathroom door, and then pulled Xingye with the other hand and sat down to the bed.

Xingye pulled his feet to the bed, knelt down, and his soft jade hand slowly touched Zhan Beicheng's head, silently took the towel and gently wiped it for him.

Zhan Beicheng was very enjoyable, so he simply closed his eyes and rested. He was very comfortable, with his waist stretched straight, his hands on his knees, and his standard military sitting posture.

"How much wine have you drunk? The smell of alcohol is everywhere." A cool tone was brushing across your ears with a faint breeze.

"I don't know, everyone at the table has finished giving me a turn. There are at least ten or twenty cups. The foreign minister has a lot of stuffed, and he has poured a lot of it." Zhan Beicheng spoke in a low voice, stretched his long arm on his knees, and accurately surrounded Xingye's slender waist, and his head was actually a little drowsy.

Hearing this, Xingye's movements slowed down until all movements stopped, and a slightly cool voice came, "Drinking less is bad for your health."

As soon as these words came out, the slightly closed eyes slowly opened, with soft light overflowing, narrowed their eyes slightly, turned their heads, staring deeply at Xingye's simple and elegant face. The handsome and tough face quickly removed the seriousness that was always maintained, and changed into a warm smile. The other big hand slowly touched Xingye's head, and his low voice was accompanied by a hint of emotional softness. "Do you care about me or feel sorry for me?"

The white and delicate face as delicate as snow did not go as expected by someone, and soon the red glow appeared, gorgeous like the beautiful sunset lingering in the sky, radiating charming light.

"I'm so thick-skinned." Xingye glared at him angrily. The strength of his hands increased. His long eyelashes flashed, and the colorful colors filled him. He suddenly remembered what happened to the old leader Zhan tonight. He turned his body and sat next to Zhan Beicheng, stuffed the towel back into Zhan Beicheng's hand. A slightly aggrieved voice came, "Tell me something to you."

Zhan Beicheng took a breath, nodded, and used force to lie on his legs with his big hand around Xingye's waist.

"You said." He leisurely played with his long and smooth hair, his low tone was very soft.

Xingye moved his body slightly and found a comfortable position. His little head rested on his thighs. He opened his clear and soft eyes and looked at Zhan Beicheng silently. "Grandpa lost playing chess with someone. If we gave birth to a boy, we would be called Zhan Gou Sheng, you, me, this name..."

The faint voice was stained with a hint of grievance, but after a long time, Zhan Beicheng did not react. He raised his eyes in surprise and found that he was closing his eyes. He clearly didn't listen to her words. He raised his bare hands and pinched his thighs.

"Yes!" Zhan Beicheng frowned, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at Xingye depressedly, "What are you doing?"

"I'm talking to you, haven't you heard it?" Xingye couldn't help but get angry, with a thin spark dyed in his starry eyes.

Zhan Beicheng's face darkened, and the low and cold voice immediately came with a cold like ice and snow, "Who the hell dares to give the children such a name? I asked their whole family to call Gou Sheng! It's been queued from Dog Sheng No. 1! Until the queue is over! Are you satisfied?"

Xingye smiled with satisfaction and nodded happily, "Look at you."

Suddenly, waves of heat came from his body. Zhan Beicheng frowned, and a hint of endurance flashed in his black eyes. Why did he look at the woman lying on his legs and look particularly beautiful tonight?

He threw the towel in his hand onto the chair, and his restless big hand began to protrude into Xingye's waist irregularly. The rough palm brushed through the soft and delicate skin. The soft touch came. He took a deep breath with difficulty. No matter what, it was his wife, it was his waste of sleep!

Of course he remembered what was going on. When he was going upstairs, he happened to see his grandmother guarding the stairs. When he saw him entering the door, he immediately asked him to drink a bowl of dark things. He thought about what was added with ingredients. No wonder he was hot all over now and wanted to press Xingye directly under him...

The waist bent down, and the cold thin lips gently stabilized Xingye's small rhombus-like soft lips. Soon, the spiritual tongue stretched into her mouth like a bamboo shoot, and the desire was out of control.

"Well, you..." Xingye couldn't help but feel a little troubled in breathing.

Zhan Beicheng's big hand exerted force and quickly stood up with Xingye in his arms, gently put her on the bed, turned off the light neatly, leaving only the wall lamp with a faint blue light at the head of the bed. His tall and straight body did not give Xingye a breath, and then pressed down like this. The hot kiss as hot as fire fell down densely, wantonly and wildly, plundering the city and capturing the territory.

Xingye looked at Zhanbei City in a daze, which was pressing on him. His starry eyes were a little confused. Through his hazy vision, he vaguely saw that there were burning sparks in his deep eyes.

The slender and flexible fingertips quickly found the thin belt on her waist, and gently pulled it open, and the warm palm seemed to have a trace of magic. She would always tremble gently wherever she went. Her thin arms quietly wrapped around his broad shoulders. Her shallow breathing was a bit rapid. Her beautiful long hair brushed over her shoulders, and a faint fragrance blew a little coolness. The temperature inside suddenly rose.

"Xing'er..." The hoarse voice was accompanied by a hint of magnetism, and the hearing turned into a fatal temptation in Xingye's ears.

He blinked his misty eyes in a daze and looked at him faintly. The gentle voice mixed with the intoxicating and distant voice, "Hmm?"

And she just responded to him, and his cherry lips were soon blocked by him again.

The clothes quickly faded away, and they were all thrown off the bed by Zhan Beicheng. He pulled the quilt with his hands, covering the bodies of the two. A wild aura came, and Xingye began to sink, as if he was stepping on the clouds, fluttering and shaking...

I could only hear him keep calling her name, his movements a little rude and not gentle enough.

The gauze curtains were flying leisurely with the cool night breeze. There was no melting moonlight in the sky. The stars were twinkling outside the distant sky. The faint starlight was like the faint background in her eyes. The coldness in her clear eyes was no longer there. She suddenly thought, there was nothing wrong with this. If he could treat her like this until she was old, then she thought, she should be content.

"Beicheng..." Thinking of this, she couldn't help but shout his name.

"Call it again." The hoarse voice mixed with a hint of temptation, "Xing'er shouts again, huh?"

Stopped, his deep eyes were filled with softness, and the sparks of forbearance were flooding, but he was still trying his best to control it, just to hear his name from her mouth.

At this time, Xingye's eyes suddenly became hot. He wrapped his thin arms around his neck and slowly pulled him down. A shallow kiss on Zhan Beicheng's cold thin lips.

"Beicheng..." The faint voice was filled with a faint tenderness, which made Zhan Beicheng's hard heart so soft, and kissed Xingye's forehead with satisfaction.

"Believe me, Xing'er..." Her low voice was solemn and sacred, making her eyes even more burning.

"Okay..." she replied softly, her clear pupils filled with determination.

Finally, I softened all my movements, devoted all my tenderness, and slowly found her soft plain hands, with my fingers intertwined, and all my tenderness was released...

The faint blue light quietly shines on the two lingering bodies. Xingye opens her faint star eyes, looking at such a faint light, holy and beautiful, and happiness finally comes overwhelmingly.

Well, that's all, what else can I expect? For a moment, Xingye suddenly felt as if she had the whole world now. But she suddenly became scared, her slender body was trembling slightly, her crystal fingertips tightened slightly, and she held the warm big hand tightly, fearing that happiness would come too quickly and go too quickly...

As a result, Xingye fell asleep. When she was vaguely conscious, she knew that someone was still in an excited state. So she thought helplessly that this battle was destined to be fierce...

Facts proved that Xingye's guess before going to bed was completely correct. He fell asleep in the middle of the world and woke up sleeplessly until noon. He felt ache all over his body. He lifted his hazy eyes and looked to his side subconsciously. Zhanbei City had long disappeared, and the residual warmth had become cold. He should have gotten up long ago.

I got up with difficulty, slowly pulled out my clothes from the wardrobe with my bed sheets, and then I slowly entered the bathroom.

About a quarter of an hour passed, Xingye finally walked from the bathroom with a dark face. Without thinking, he knew what was going on. He understood when he looked at the skin around his collarbone.

He had a small face, and then he took out a slightly high-necked clothes from the closet to change them, and then he packed the bed without any haste, and a large push of clothes that was thrown on the ground by Zhan Beicheng.

After packing everything, Xingye opened the curtains and suddenly found that there was a person sitting leisurely on the balcony, still wearing a straight green military uniform, and a pot of tea, two cups, and two plates of dessert on the small mahogany table next to him.

He knew how to enjoy it! Xingye glanced at the tall body in anger, slowly opened the floor-to-ceiling window with his steps, and walked over.

The afternoon sun is very bright, the autumn is hazy, and the sun is not too spicy, not as hot as summer, and the wind is very refreshing and soft. This weather is quite suitable for viewing from afar.

"Awaken?" When he was a few steps away, his slow tone came over. His body turned and his black eyes also threw towards Xingye.

"Come here." His low and domineering voice was soft.

Xingye stopped slightly and remained silent for a few seconds, but walked towards the seat next to Zhanbei City. Before he could take a few steps, he was pulled by a big hand. The iron arm wrapped around her waist without hesitation, and Xingye could only sit on his lap.

"Hungry?"

It was hard to see him take down his usual seriousness, and change to his handsome gentlemanly appearance, with a bit of noble elegance in his coldness. She was surprised to find that he seemed to have changed a lot recently, at least, he would always accompany her in his spare time.

He shook his head quietly, his slender arms gently placed on his shoulders, and his little head slowly leaned towards his broad chest. His slightly cool eyes were filled with light, as if the faint water vapor was floating in the air, his red lips were closed and he didn't speak.

"Have you been sleeping enough?" A slightly hoarse voice continued to sound, and his dark eyes lowered, and he keenly discovered the faint traces between her collarbone. Of course, it was a good thing he did. He raised his slender fingertips and thoughtfully pulled her collar.

"Can Xing'er take a vacation?" Zhan Beicheng asked in a low voice.

Xingye was slightly stunned, and there was a glimmer of doubt in his clear pupils, and a light tone rang out, "What's the time to take?"

Gently pinched the snacks from the plate and stuffed them into her half mouth. Zhan Beicheng replied in a deep voice, "I will take a vacation in a while and I want to take you to the northwest. I haven't been back for a long time, I miss you a little. Autumn in the northwest is more beautiful than any season."

"Are you going back to the northwest?" Xingye raised his head in surprise and looked at him faintly, slowly swallowed the food in his mouth, drank the tea he delivered, and then replied softly.

Zhan Beicheng nodded, and a faint longing was stained with a hint of longing in his black eyes, "I miss my comrades there and the scenery there."

Hearing this, Xingye lowered his head, thought for a while, then raised his head and gently clicked, "Okay."

She wanted to get closer to his world and take a look. The Northwest raised him, so she wanted to go...

Suddenly I remembered that a long time ago, it seemed that the moon was half breeze. At that time, she happened to want to go to Mongolia, but she met him who came back there. So their fate began to intersect. At that time, I heard from him that the northwest was beautiful. In fact, she had been there too. It was winter, cold and cold, and the sky was flying wildly. Just like her heart, it was very cold and cold.

"Actually, I have always wanted to go to the northwest again, but I have never had time. It seems that I haven't traveled for a long time." Xingye looked at the handsome and noble face of Zhanbei City in a gentle tone, and his tone was very gentle.

"Well, you have never been there since you married me." Zhan Beicheng said slowly, "Have Xing'er regretted marrying me?"

There was such a whirlpool in his heart. He wanted to ask a long time ago, but he still waited until today.

Her simple face flowed through a silent quiet quiet flow. She smiled faintly, took the tea on the table, and took a few sips slowly. Her ethereal voice seemed to come from the distant sky, very light, very cool, a little warm, "How should I answer you?"

As he said that, he slowly slid down Zhanbeicheng's thighs, stood up quietly, walked slowly to the railings, and lifted his deep and quiet eyes and looked into the sky. The breeze came gently, causing the clothes to flutter, and the elegant fragrance was of course exclusive to her.

"Will you give me a chance to regret?" she spoke lightly.

"No." He replied seriously.
To be continued...