Xie Qingning was woken up by Mrs. Wu. She slept so well this time and forgot the time. She had known she would have set an alarm clock. She lifted the quilt and got off the bed barefoot and pulled the curtains. The lights were already on outside. The military yard at night was also of a unique mood. She turned around and found the slippers that were kicked under the bed, and jumped downstairs.

He jumped off the last step and turned around and saw Mu Liang and his military uniform standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back. The lights enveloped his straight and wide figure, giving birth to a serious smell. She saw the cucumbers on the plate on the table and felt very entertained.

"Raise your hand and hold your gun and don't kill it."

Mu Liang and his waist were pressed against the hard object, and the corners of his lips cracked and smiled in a place she couldn't see, without any intention of raising his hand.

Seeing that he had no intention of surrender, she took a step further and chiseled it on his waist, "Raise your hand and hold your gun and don't kill it."

This was the first time he was pushed by a woman with a cucumber. He could hear the anger in her voice. Mu Lianghe felt funny. He raised his hands above his head with rare cooperation and spoke sarcastically: "Do you think this is OK?"

“Higher.”

Mu Liang and he cooperated with him and raised him higher. As for his obedient look, she happily poked his back with a cucumber and ordered again: "Lying on the wall with both hands, slowly stacking them over."

Mu Lianghe didn't take a big step, and he piled it from the windowsill to the wall step by step, and then lay on the wall with both hands. For the first time, Xie Qingning was so happy that he bit the cucumber and started asking: "Chief, who is He Jiaying?" She did not forget the woman who was demonstrating in her words. Although she didn't have much deep feelings for Mu Lianghe now, how could she say that this man is also her legal spouse and is a private property.

"She's here today?"

It is true that Mu Liang and He Jiaying know each other, but to be precise, their relationship is probably just a relationship between the patient and the doctor.

"Yes, not only are you here, but you have also brought ointment to the chief. I confess to you leniently. What's your relationship?"

The cucumber that she bit her bite was not good enough to push his waist. She arched his legs with her knees. Unexpectedly, Mu Lianghe, who was lying on the wall, suddenly turned around. She leaned forward and rushed into his arms. Her teeth accidentally hit his chin, leaving a clear tooth mark. She covered her mouth and saw the mark on his chin, clearly with traces of saliva on it. Her awkward body was lying stiffly in his arms. His chest was very hard, as hard as a bed, and his fingers were placed on his waist, and he felt so hot.

Mu Liang and his arms closed unconsciously, and their eyes naturally fell on her slightly red and awkward face. After a few seconds, they reached out to straighten her, and rubbed her hair naturally: "He Jiaying used to be my doctor, don't think about her mind when she's okay, she looks like a leader's wife."

Her face turned redder even more violently. She argued with him with confidence. She took a bite of the cucumber as a microphone and looked at his lips: "Honestly treat, do she admire you? Which base have you developed?"

Her perseverance was like a candy sticking to him. Mu Lianghe knew that she was unreasonable. If she couldn't suppress her, she would probably have to worry about this issue that was not a problem tonight and issued a serious order: "Stand at attention, turn left, and eat."

"I don't." She raised her chin and took the cucumber to go further, almost reaching his lips. "Mu Lianghe, if you cheat during marriage, the whole army should criticize you." She stopped calling him the leader and began to call him by his name.

Mu Lianghe lowered her eyelids and looked at the cucumber she took with her bite, with her teeth marks on it. He reached out to touch her chin, and there was a slight pain on it. He raised his hand and waved it away seriously, scolding him quietly: "Don't mess around, what's wrong with cheating? I'm talking nonsense, I don't care about you."

"What else do you do besides putting me in jail? It's boring, old-fashioned." Unable to ask, Xie Qingning took the cucumber and took it and jumped away. Mu Lianghe thought about the old-fashioned words, his face became darker.

Mrs. Wu's cooking skills are as good as ever. She ate two small bowls of rice. Mu Lianghe has changed into a big bowl. She bought it from the supermarket. There was a duck on it. The bowl was big. He only ate one bowl, and then slowly drank a big bowl of soup: "Why did you suddenly go back today?"

"If you remember, go back and have a look! Chief, has anyone ever said that you are boring and old-fashioned?"

After hearing this, Mu Lianghe did not answer, she couldn't help but speak again: "Don't escape this question. You are the leader, and you must absolutely obey the leader's wife."

Mu Lianghe put down the bowl: "Now admit that he is the chief's wife?"

"Hmph, what do you admit or not? I don't admit it, right?"

"Very good. After being with me, my wife's awareness improved again."

He spoke seriously. She had always been eloquent when she came to him and always felt that she could not reach her full level. She took the opportunity to kick him under the table. He was as if his eyes had grown on his feet, and he easily avoided it. She kicked her for nothing, and she was even more unhappy and mumbled and pushed her job away and went upstairs.

Mu Lianghe also followed upstairs. As soon as he walked to the door, a pillow flew over from the side. He caught it with one hand, and his words were smiling: "How dare you attack our army."

"It's clear that you are not good at kung fu, but you're much longer than before. The leader is older." She put her waist on her hips. When he smiled and didn't concentrate, she threw a pillow at him with lightning speed, followed by a vase, remote control, ashtray, cup, apple... She walked around the room and threw everything she could tossed. After she stood on the sofa and stood calmly one meter away, everything returned to her position, as if indicating how stupid and funny she was doing just now. Mu Lianghe glanced at her red face and round cheeks, like a ripe peach. He reached out to unbutton the buttons on the military uniform, took off his military uniform and hung it on the shelf.

"Our army's combat effectiveness is uncompromising, madam, but I'm still satisfied."

In the past, he always called her name, but now he suddenly called her wife. She was really uncomfortable. She licked her lips that were dry due to the season and spoke disdainfully: "Your army's combat power is not that good. The leader should spend more time practicing, otherwise he should not lose the exercise."

From Chen Ming's mouth, he knew that Mu Liang and the army they were managing were going to conduct a practical exercise with other military regions. The date was imminent. She couldn't help but kindly reminded her, and after thinking about it, she said again: "Is there any danger?"

Her eyes were bright, as if the most beautiful clouds in the sky, and her bright red lips were shining under the light. His words blurted out: "Don't worry, the Chief's wife is not widow yet."

"Hmph, it's best to be a widow. I will definitely take your money to Xiaoyao." She was not willing to be outdone, and she winked at him, her little face frowned. He subconsciously wanted to smooth it out. His movements were one step ahead of reason, and his fingers had touched her cheeks, warm, soft and smooth.

Xie Qingning was stunned for something that suddenly looked like tenderness. Until his big hand touched the cheek twice, she quickly waved her hand and opened it, lifted her knees and attacked her. He blocked her big hand. He immorally clamped her feet and lifted her feet. She had no center of gravity on her one leg and was about to fall backwards. She could only grab his clothes to maintain balance.

"I want to go to the military region to sue you. Mu Liang and you are seriously violent during marriage and abuse your wife." He grabbed the calves in the palm of his hand, and she couldn't break free. It was really tired to stand with one foot. She struggled with breathlessness and couldn't break free. However, he still didn't think it was enough, so he pulled her calves around the room. She jumped in one leg, and her calves were so sore. He swung his fist to hit his chest. He didn't resist. He just let her smash it like nothing happened. He walked around for a few circles before stopping. He put down her calves, and a thick and hard voice floated out of his chest: "For this physique, you really need to practice well."

She was still gasping for breath, holding the sleeves of his shirt tightly with one hand to maintain balance, her calves were as sore as if they were not hers, and she was sore that she had no strength to raise her feet. She probably had finished exercising her little hands one by one, and then she hanged her whole body on him, with her feet off the ground.

Mu Lianghe sighed, not moving at all because she was hanging from him. After thinking about it, he reached out to hug the woman hanging from him and placed it on the sofa. Her body was soft, her slender waist was squatting down and picked up her calves and held them in the palm of her hand. He massaged it out through the thin fabric. The hot temperature of the palm was dyed on her pants. She put her feet on his knees. The original anger disappeared slowly when she saw him squatting down to massage her. He stared at the top of his head. He was focused on the massage. He didn't know that she looked at him. Not only did he look good, but the back of his head looked very nice. His thick black hair would not bald even when he was old. She thought so.

"Stand up and take a look."

When her thoughts were still on top of his head, he suddenly made a sound that scared her, winked at him, stepped on the carpet barefoot and walked a few steps, "I'm still sour, I guess I can't walk tomorrow, Chief." She turned around and looked at him pitifully. Mu Liang and his brows frowned, and his voice was thick and powerful: "You are not exercising for a long time, and you will run with me tomorrow morning."

As soon as the leader spoke, the leader's wife immediately burst into tears and rushed over with an arrow. When she found that she was exposed, Mu Lianghe wrapped her hands around her chest, her eyes were deep, and she smiled and said, "It seems that she is not sour anymore."

What is this? Is it a waste of rice if I steal chickens? Anyway, I was so embarrassed in front of Mu Lianghe tonight. He was crushed to death by him and kicked into the bathroom with unhappy. Mu Lianghe had already gotten used to her childlike personality and didn't care about it. He walked to the bed and started making the bed.

When she came out, the bed was already laid out, neatly and neatly. His internal affairs were always good, and her messy beauty was two extremes. There was no figure in the room. It seemed that he was in the study. She got into the quilt he laid out and sighed that the days when someone was taking care of him were so happy. Unconsciously, her eyes were wet. Thinking of the years she was abroad, she became more and more unwilling to stay alone, eat alone, work alone, go home alone, see a doctor alone, and... She found that she gradually liked here, not knowing whether it was because of the presence and belonging, or because of Mu Lianghe.

Mu Lianghe came in very late. She wrapped her quilt and wiped away her tears, pretending to be asleep. His movements were very light. He quickly got on the bed after taking a shower. The big bed was sunk and covered with the same quilt. He rarely touched her. Because she was sleeping in a mess, she often put her feet on his stomach or fell asleep. On several occasions, she slept over, which made him difficult to sleep, and she also came over to sleep. When she woke up in the morning, the two of them slept on the big bed, which was so funny.

The more I wanted to sleep, the less I couldn't sleep. She slept too much during the day. She turned over and found a comfortable place to stay. She tried to empty her mind and didn't think about anything. She opened her eyes and looked at the dark ceiling, counting the dumplings in her heart. She found that this position was uncomfortable again, so she changed her position.

"Madam, where is the pancake!"

Mu Lianghe didn't open her eyes, thinking about military maps in her mind, and gave a very accurate description of her behavior.

When Xie Qingning heard Mu Liang and the other party, the little sleepiness he had just cultivated disappeared. He leaned towards his body in the darkness, and refused to admit defeat: "I'm just a pancake, if you have the ability, you can do it!"

Mu Lianghe decided not to be angry with her. The child's character turned over and turned his back to her. She began to scratch him persistently and not let the leader sleep. He had seen through her thoughts for a long time. He could fall asleep in bad situations, let alone her tickling skills. Seeing that he seemed to be about to fall asleep, she used her killer move, and her little hand reached under his clothes, slipping around her waist.

Mu Lianghe couldn't sleep anymore. Her soft little hands were slipping around her waist, teasing his nerves. He was a man and a man with strong energy. How could he withstand such teasing? He turned around suddenly.

She was not prepared for her, and she leaned over and drooped her head and printed it on the lips that he turned around. She kissed her lips without bias. She felt the place where the two thin lips intersected was burning. She even forgot to move away, and looked at his dark eyes in the darkness with her eyes brighter than before. She lay on his chest, clearly feeling his ups and downs, his heavier breathing, and his hot body.

Mu Lianghe reached out and pressed the back of her head, aggravated the kiss. Her lips were soft and sweet, as she did back then, unconsciously wanted more. His self-control has always been very good, but he often became in trouble in front of her.

The tip of his tongue broke through the teeth, and his tongue drove in, rolling her tongue and frantically. Mu Lianghe wanted more, fixed one hand behind his head, and the other hand on her waist. He turned over and pressed her under his body, kissing her even more thoroughly.

The two thin lips were still stuck together, and she was caught off guard by the kiss. When she wanted to resist, she was already pressed under her. His chest was hard and hot, tightly pressed against her body, and she couldn't push it away. His lips went deeper step by step, breaking her reason.

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