Wen Ying saw the sparks burning on her sleeves, and all the dignified, calm, quiet and beautiful things flew away.
She let out a soft "Yeah", and looked at the sparks easily leaving a black hole on the sleeve in bewilderment, as if it was about to burn in the next second, and quickly reached out to pat it.
"do not move!"
There was a soft drink from behind, and then a powerful force came from her waist, and she was almost lifted to the faucet by hanging her feet off the ground.
"What do you think, shoot with your hands, huh?" He said to her in his usual mocking tone, with his military uniform pressed against her back, he turned on the faucet, held her wrist and sent it under the faucet.
The clear water rushed down continuously, wetting the sleeves, and the trace of the flame was subdued and disappeared without a trace.
She hissed lightly.
"Burn it? Let me see." He quickly turned over her wrist and rolled up the sleeves, and sure enough, he saw that the skin on it was burnt black and red, only a little bit, like painting ink plums left on the paper Blossoming ink flowers.
But she held her delicate and gorgeous sleeves and sighed: "Oh, this one I like very much..."
Shao Yifeng laughed angrily at her again for no reason, "Mother!"
"Okay, I get it..." She muttered, showing a rare childlike look, and immediately took a step back, stepping on his military boots.
Her embroidered shoes usually only protrude a little from the hem of the skirt, like flower buds protruding from the branches in spring, but now they are half stepped on.
Most of the weight of the body is on him.
But even with the weight of her body on it, it still didn't hurt at all. It was as if a pair of soft hands grabbed his heart suddenly, what made people breathless was not the weight of the grip, but the feeling when they left lightly.
"Ah, sorry."
Wen Ying hurriedly removed the embroidered shoes, turned around and apologized, and when she looked up, she suddenly realized how close the two were.
He seems to have been raised again, and now she is only at the position of his chest, and he has to lean his neck back a little more, exposing the round pointed chin of the cat's face.
Shao Yifeng lowered his head and looked at her.
As if there was a tacit understanding, for a moment, both of them breathed lightly, and they didn't speak for a long time.
"Mom, please be careful in the future." He took a step back one after another, breaking the silence, "If you want to cook again, you should change your clothes, or ask someone to help you, and stop doing things like lighting a fire."
She was dazed and nodded subconsciously: "Okay, okay."
He stared at her again, she was always serious, like the cat in the alley where he lived, with a gloomy gaze, and the three-pointed whiskers on both sides were meticulously curled up, but occasionally she was in a trance When I was walking, I let go of my eyes, accidentally stepped on the steps, and rolled down, looking up in a daze.
She is now like the cat who has lost her foot, being dazed by the sudden situation.
Shao Yifeng raised the corners of his mouth, feeling an unspeakable joy in his heart. But at the same time, another voice overwhelmed his joy, warning him that this was something he couldn't even think about.
Later that bowl of noodles was cooked by Shao Yifeng himself. He took off his military jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. His movements were simple and capable, which seemed to be his usual routine.
Wen Ying seemed to suddenly remember, and said, "Is Yifeng twenty-two years old this year?"
"right."
"Is there a girl you like?"
He picked up the noodles with a heavy hand, and the noodles were instantly broken by the chopsticks and fell back into the pot. He only said calmly, "Why did you ask this all of a sudden?"
"From the living room to the kitchen, Yifeng looks like the type that many girls like." She smiled.
"Yeah?"
His tone was casual, as if he was not very happy. Wen Ying was afraid that he would misunderstand, so she shook her hand quickly, "I have no other meaning. I know that you are not interested in being a matchmaker now, and you are paying attention to free love. I just thought, if you like it Girl, just tell your father, lest he remember one day, and show you a door, and you should not be happy."
In the past few years, the relationship between Wen Ying and Shao Getian has eased. Although she often chokes him with cultural jokes, she does not prohibit him from doing this or that like the original owner, and insists on setting rules. Therefore, Marshal Shao will occasionally go back to the Marshal's Mansion once or twice, but under Wen Ying's deliberate avoidance, the way of getting along is similar to that of ordinary friends, in the name of husband and wife, but not in reality.
"Mother, let's worry less."
He put down the cuffs of his shirt, buttoned the buttons again, and responded coldly: "I don't have anyone I like."
Although the little wolf dog has been taken to the military camp to be beaten and beaten, he has to come back every New Year's Eve. When it was his birthday, Wen Ying even ordered him to go home, so he returned to the commander's mansion two days earlier than Shao Yifeng.
He stopped sleeping with Wen Ying when he was ten years old. Wen Ying chose another room for him to live in, because he didn't care, and the decoration inside was all handled by her, and she specially bought a glass with a wall pattern. The cabinet was originally used to store instruments such as watches for his entertainment, but now there is an extra horse brand in it, that is, a Browning 9mm pistol, which was given to him by Shao Dashuai for his birthday after seeing his amazing assembly talent Gift.
When Wen Ying came to his room and knocked on the door, she heard the sound of water rushing inside, pushed the door open and walked in.
Shao Tingyu was taking a bath, and while turning on the handle of the bathroom, she said, "Did you exercise early in the morning
The bathroom door just opened halfway, and the boy squatted down and curled up in a corner before he could wipe his body.
"Mother... don't come in." He resisted.
Wen Ying suddenly realized something, pursed her lips and smiled lightly, "Are we Xiaohu shy?"
He was silent.
Wen Ying thoughtfully withdrew and waited for him in the room.
Not long after, the bathroom door was opened.
In three years, the little boy has grown to the same height as Wen Ying. He was wearing pajamas, and his hair was soft and obedient to his head. Because of the dark pupils, they are a little bigger than others, and they quietly watch people with extra concentration.
Wen Ying saw water dripping from his hair, pulled the towel in his hand, and wiped his hair, "I told you to sleep a little longer. If boys don't sleep well at this stage, they won't grow tall, you know?"
"Um."
Wen Ying wiped it off for him. Seeing that he was sitting on the chair without opening a mouth, she felt a little strange, so she squatted down, "What's wrong with Xiaohu today, don't you want to talk?"
He thought for a while, and emphasized: "... I'm taking a bath, mother don't come in."
"Okay, I got it." She held back her laugh, and agreed briskly, but seeing that he still looked sullen, "What else?"
He and she looked at each other, turned his head, and said slowly: "It's ugly, I don't want to say..."
The voice of the juvenile voice-changing period is hoarse and hoarse, which is really not very pleasant.
Wen Ying laughed "puchi".
She still remembered that when the little wolf dog changed his teeth, he said "It's ugly, I don't want to say it", and he insisted on not speaking. When she had to tease him so much that he had to speak, he covered his mouth with his hand, and then closed it again after speaking quickly. .
He is very persistent and persistent in this regard.
"The voice change period will take one year, so Xiaohu won't talk to me for a year?" Wen Ying pretended to sigh, "Hey, I'm so sad."
Shao Tingyu focused his eyes on her, and when he saw her sad look, he reached out and gently touched her head.
In the evening, a birthday banquet was held, because Shao Tingyu's identity was different from Shao Yifeng's, and because of his own request, the face-saving Marshal Shao did not have a big banquet, but only invited his uncles, brothers and other relatives. Most of the people who celebrate their birthdays get together by chance to communicate with each other.
But after all, it was the banquet of the Marshal's family. For Shao Getian's sake, everyone was very friendly to Shao Tingyu, a junior. Hearing that he is now training in the army, they even praised the tiger father for having no dogs.
When Shao Yifeng took his seat, the praise seemed to turn around and came to him again. It's like his birthday party.
Wen Ying wanted to comfort the little wolf dog, but when she turned her head to see him quietly sucking the noodles she cooked, and when she saw her looking over, she tilted her head in doubt, then she smiled and said nothing.
The next day, the concierge reported that Miss Mi was visiting, and she invited him to drink tea in the small garden.
It was empty, and there was no place to hide for them to chat.
Mi Xi first took out an exquisitely packaged gift and put it on the small foreign table, "I heard that yesterday was the birthday of your little one, and I gave it to him."
Wen Ying asked Yingcao to put it away, and just sent her away, "Why are you here today?"
Since that time when he was called to reveal his identity, the other party would visit the door every few months. This is certainly surprising in the eyes of others, even Shao Getian is at a loss, not understanding how Xiao Qing'er has the ability to win over the wife of the main house, but he is happy to see it succeed.
Only the two of them knew what they were doing.
Mi Xi told her the truth when she came to the door for the first time. She has done many tasks, and she has fought against a character like her who specializes in adjudicating fallen angels. She didn't say whether she won or lost, but Wen Ying can guess, if She lost, how could 21 let her do it again.
But Mixi also said: "I'm tired of playing in this life. If you lose, you lose. The worst thing is to be an ordinary person. I chose Shao Getian at first because I like this one. Older men will love it." Man, it's not like a young man in his early twenties who doesn't even know what he wants. But since I found out you're here, I don't care about these things. Look, if I like it, I'll give it to you. "
It was the first time Wen Ying met a "companion" who could communicate with her, and after seeing her attitude, she realized that not all envoys were like herself, investing in emotions to gain the favor of others. The other party may have experienced too many worlds, doing tasks is like playing a game of chess, all the characters are just chess pieces, and she is just allowed to play.
She is noncommittal.
Now, Mixi listened to her question, her long legs were crossed, and even her sitting posture looked very coquettish, "I see you have been stagnant, so I am worried for you. I have been alienating Marshal Shao for the past year, and I don't see what you have action."
Wen Ying shook her head, "I'm not going to choose him."
"Huh?" The other party was surprised, "Don't you know that the more key players like them win, the higher the score? Or do you think he is too old?"
Wen Ying paused, and asked her back: "Are you sure you want to give up?" No matter how you look at it, Mi Xi doesn't seem like someone who would kill immediately, even though she said she was tired.
"I asked why. It turned out to be because of this." The other party smiled, leaned over, and said quietly like a secret, "Since Xiao Yinghua is so good at thinking for me, then let me do you a favor."
"I don't need you to do anything, I myself..."
Before Wen Ying could finish her sentence, the other party put a finger on her lips and blinked at her, "Just wait."
Wen Ying always felt that she had a bad premonition, but the opponent didn't play the cards according to the rules. Although she had ordered someone to follow her, she didn't think it would be useful.
Sure enough, before receiving the news, at night, she knew what the other party wanted to do.
She and Shao Getian have shared the same bed and different dreams for many years, and they have been living in peace. Even if he goes back to live in the house, she will move to the guest room and give up the room.
But Shao Getian drank two more glasses this night, and ran into her room, talking nonsense, why Xixi hasn't left him for a long time, Xixi doesn't want to divorce their husband and wife, unless they live a happy life, otherwise She will never talk to him again.
Before Wen Ying could react, she was pinned down on the bed by him.
He was over forty years old, after all, he was a man who fought all the way on the battlefield, so he didn't give Wen Ying any chance to take advantage of it.
Shao Getian's usually domineering eyes were a little confused, and his eye sockets were red, and he couldn't tell if it was because he drank too much alcohol, or because he was hurt by the person he liked.
But the hand he stretched out to tear Wen Ying's clothes was not light at all, the spring shirt was thin and thin, and the collar was torn apart in a blink of an eye!
Wen Ying feels sorry for him, but right now she can't wait to shoot him and Mi Xi's heads off!
What is this, go to bed by order? Marital rape
This is the most disgusting thing she has ever encountered so far. Even though Wen Ying has developed a strong heart through experience, she is also a little at a loss at this time.
She tried to push the man but couldn't, so she leaned back to look at the position of the desk lamp, but the man took the opportunity to lean down, breathing heavily on her neck.
At this moment, anger swept through her whole body, so that she trembled slightly.
Just when she was forcing herself to calm down, she suddenly heard Yingcao's voice outside: "...the wife has already fallen asleep, and the handsome man is also here..."
Before he finished speaking, there was only a "boom" at the door, and there was a loud noise, and someone broke into the door.