Lin Qiao was about to say something, but a careless voice inserted in, "Song general, Mrs. Song."

The person who came was Gao Qiang, and next to him was Zhou Fu'an.

Lin Qiao responded politely.

"Madam Song, why are you wearing such a thick dress? The camp is like a stove at night, so hot." Zhou Fu'an took a bold look at her for a few more times, and was a little puzzled when he saw her wearing thick cloth clothes.

When Lin Qiao turned her head to look at Song Tingfan. His eyes dodged, and he immediately couldn't understand what else?

She was so amused that she actually let the villain fool him.

Gao Qiang saw the death of the side general, and he knew that Zhou Fu'an had fallen. He felt a little gloating. He was not afraid of the big deal and added, "You know a hammer, do you think Mrs. Song is as thick-skinned as you?"

"Ph." Zhou Fu'an glared at him.

Song Tingfan raised his toes lightly in displeasure, "I will clean up the shooting range tomorrow morning." After that, he took Lin Qiao away.

I didn't expect to see myself when I watched the fun. Gao Qiang: "..."

"What's wrong with us? We're just talking all day long, and I don't know how his wife can stand him?" Zhou Fu'an was cowardly and could only say a few words behind his back.

"I don't think it's just a nagging person. It's your melon criticism that your mind is eaten by a dog." Gao Qiang glared at him angrily.

"Gaoqiang! Do you want to die? Come on, let's fight alone."

"One fight? Unless you treat my sister as your wife."

"I'm sorry, you are shameless. You are old, ugly and can't do it. You love to drink flower wine. If I like you, it's really a dog's eyes to eat."

"Okay, Zhou Fu'an, I don't even think that your sister is ugly, do you think that I am ugly?"

"Your sister is ugly, your whole family is ugly."

"Hey! I'm telling the truth. You're so ugly. Where can your sister see you? You must be like a tiger tooth like you."

"I'm going to quit. Will Gao Qiang fight? Let's fight alone!"

...

Lin Qiao heard the quarrel word by word, and the corners of her mouth twitched. At this time, a voice sounded in her ears, "Don't listen, they have a problem with their brains."

Lin Qiao laughed out loud, "I thought you were very serious on weekdays."

Seeing her smile, Song Tingfan's lips raised a little, "It's not that serious, except for training, it's more relaxed..."

Seeing that she liked to listen, he deliberately said more.

The camp was already roasting lamb. Not only Song Tingfan brought his family, but also many people also brought them, one by one, one by one, and one by one, all of them looked like people.

Song Tingfan found the nearest pile of roasted lambs, then took off his outer clothes and spread them on the ground, reached out to pull Lin Qiao and sat down, "Sit down."

For a moment, I stared at this place, as if I was looking at something strange.

She didn't know that Song Tingfan was not only serious but also serious in the military camp. He had never been so understanding?

Zhou Fuan, who had fallen a few steps, tsk twice, "The wife looks good but she is different. She has to put on clothes while sitting on the grass."

"Your ass is thick and you are afraid of thorns." Gao Qiang choked him.

Zhou Fu'an: "..."

While eating roasted whole lamb, Qin Dewen came here, but left without saying anything.

Maybe I'm afraid they are reserved.

Lin Qiao was relieved. Song Tingfan and Qin Dewen had little contact with him at this moment.

It was already late at night after I got home. Lin Qiao yawned several times on the road, and she felt sleepy when she got sleepy.

Suddenly, a hot wall was stuck on her back. She became clearer and tried to move in. Unexpectedly, with one of his big hands, he took her back into her arms, "The wall was dirty."

Lin Qiao suspected that he did it on purpose, and she had already felt it was tough.

She wanted to cry without tears and dared not move.

However, Song Tingfan didn't do anything else, just hugged her, and the two of them fell asleep in a short while.

In the next few days, Lin Qiao ran to the city every day and directed the workers to help change the shop.

She was so busy that she could not touch the ground, so did Song Tingfan. She could only sleep for an hour or two when she got home.

On this day, after Song Tingfan came back from the chrysanthemum appreciation, Qin Dewen asked him to rest for two days and come again.

When he returned to the housework, Lin Qiao had not come back yet, he was covered in sweat. He took his clothes and went to the thatched cottage to wash. He subconsciously glanced at the innermost part and had no menstrual rules.

He didn't know what he thought of, his throat rolled a few times, then took off his clothes quickly, lifted the bucket and poured it on his body. The cold temperature did not subside at all, but became more and more unbearable.

Finally, he hummed.

After taking a shower, Song Tingfan went back to the house to change the clean sheets, and then replaced the teapot in the house with clean water.

Suddenly thinking of something, he hesitated for a moment and took out the yellowed paper book from the cabinet. Turning back the first page were two overlapping villains.

The more I looked, the redder my face became, but I remembered it very seriously.

I heard that having sex will hurt, so he should try not to let her suffer.

Fortunately, Lin Qiao is not very sensible. If she knew what he was watching at home, she would be afraid she would not be in the mood to bargain at the vegetable market.

It was already dusk after she got home and the food was almost ready. Looking at the man with his waistband, "Is it done?"

"Yeah, it's over." Song Tingfan glanced at her and quickly took it back.

Lin Qiao was a little confused about her inexplicable behavior, but she didn't think much about it. She nodded and helped to serve the meal together.

Song Tingfan scooped a large bowl of rice for her, "Eat more."

Eat more and be strong.

"Okay." Lin Qiao has given up bargaining with him, and it will not change anyway.

During the meal, he picked up more food than usual. Lin Qiao looked at the same food as Zuoshan and couldn't help saying, "I can't finish it, stop picking it up."

Before Song Tingfan could speak, Song Qinshi smiled and said, "Eat more and eat more weight."

Lin Qiao was so amused and cried, blinking her eyes and teased, "So, then I'll eat it into a big fat pig."

"What are you talking nonsense about, don't talk nonsense." Song Qinshi laughed and wrinkled.

The meal was very lively. After the meal, Song Qinshi and Fan asked them to wash the dishes and shouted them into the house to "sleep".

Lin Qiao had to go back to her house to remember her account, including three or four pieces of wood, two or three pieces of labor, and buying tea...

Before she finished writing, the brush was taken away. She was stunned for a moment and turned her head. When she met the man's deep and hot eyes, she had a bad feeling.

The villain couldn't help it.

She swallowed nervously, then diverted her attention, "Tingfan, my hand hurts, come and help me record the account."

"Remember it tomorrow morning."

Song Tingfan put the brush on the table, looked at her again, and asked seriously: "Have you finished your menstruation?"

It will definitely be over after so many days, but Lin Qiao told a small lie, "Cough, not yet."

Song Tingfan pursed his lips, bent down and hugged her, and asked in a low voice: "So long menstruation?"

"I'm not normal." Lin Qiao was placed on the bed. She felt a little sad as she watched him take off her clothes.

I feel like I can't run away now.

Song Tingfan didn't say anything to her, and after taking off his clothes, he went to bed, saying word by word: "Let me see."
Chapter completed!