A Fascinating Marriage with the Colonel

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Qin Yue came out of Su Xiaoya's room with a fasting tablet, thinking that Xia Lun still couldn't hold back to see Su Xiaoya, and smiled. But before the smile converged, I heard Su Xiaoya's angry voice coming from behind her: "Yeah, I just hate you. Go and find someone who likes you!"

Qin Yue quickly turned back and saw Sharon, who had just stepped into the room with her front feet, and came out with a bad look on her hind feet.

Su Xiaoya stood at the door of the room, bit her lip, and looked at Xia Lun eagerly. After being seen by Qin Yun, she quickly hid in, and then she poked her head out within two seconds, probably to see if Xia Lun would Will look back.

Qin Yun glanced at her helplessly, took Xia Lun, tilted his head slightly, and gestured to look back.

Seeing her action, Su Xiaoya quickly closed the door when Sharon's head turned.

Qin Yue hated iron and steel: "..."

This little fool!

What kind of face is needed at this time? It is appropriate to lower your posture in front of the person you like and show a weak side, so that Sharon knows that what she said is not true, and it is much more optimistic than hiding behind the door like this.

When Xia Lun saw the door of the room that was tightly closed, she looked ugly again, and pretended to ask Qin Yue casually: "Where is the boss?"

Qin Min thought he was looking for Ling Mohan to vent some of the anger he had in his heart, so he didn't ask what happened between him and Su Xiaoya, and said, "He and Mr. Sheng are going to the shooting room to say that they want to try the marksmanship."

Sharon nodded and went upstairs.

Qin Yue walked to Su Xiaoya's room again, raised her hand to knock on the door, and said a few words to Su Xiaoya, but her hand was about to come down again when she hit the door.

Forget it, let Su Xiaoya think for herself.

Qin Yue didn't want to interfere too much with her and Xia Lun, so as not to be counterproductive. The key is to rely on Su Xiaoya and Xia Lun to think clearly, otherwise it would be useless for outsiders to worry.

Qin Hui returned to his room, sat for a while, pulled out his suitcase's clothes, and went to take a shower.

Ling Mohan tangled in and saw her holding her dress, narrowing her eyes suddenly, saying "I help you take a bath."

"Don't dare to bother the Colonel." Qin Yan gave him a funny look, his eyes fluttered like spring water, "Yes, aren't you Mr. Sheng Sheng testing the gun, why are you back so soon?"

Ling Mohan walked to her side, while walking towards the bathroom, laughing and cursing: "Xialun's kid is eating explosives. Just like a lunatic, I just don't bother to let him go and let Xiaozhou accompany him toss."

Qin Yue thought of Xia Lun's anger when she came out of Su Xiaoya's room, and explained, "He and Su Xiaoya had an argument."

"No wonder." Ling Mohan was grateful and did not show any sympathy for his brother. "I used to be a bachelor who was chic and unrestrained, and dared to ridicule me as a wife-slave. I saw a Su Xiaoya who could cure him. "

Qin Yue fluttered a smile and raised his eyebrows suddenly, "Wife and slave?"

Ling Mohan bent over and was helping her adjust the temperature of the hot water without raising her head. "I don't think so."

"So what do you think?" Qin Hui sat down at the edge of the bathtub, leaned in front of him, and asked with amused expression.

Ling Mohan looked up at her, his eyes seemed to bring a hot temperature, and said word by word: "I hurt my wife."

Qin Yan's cheeks became hot, Jiao Yan said, "You can talk."

"I am also very mobile." Ling Mohan said meaningfully, and then began to strip Qin Yi's clothes, just like peeling eggs. After peeling off layer by layer, his white skin was exposed. Men are proposing goods! "

"You give me less to climb up the pole! Where do you touch your hand?"

"I help you massage."

...

After a long and tender "massage", Ling Mohan finally came out of the bathroom holding Qin Hui.

Today Qin Yue is a twin, and she has been pregnant for more than five months. She adds up to 100 kilograms of weight. But Ling Mohan was very relaxed every time she hugged her. It was completely different from the reluctance when the husband embraced the pregnant wife in the TV series.

Qin Yue felt very secure.

Unlike the TV series, despite being fake, she pinched a sweat for the heroine who played the pregnant woman inside, for fear that the male protagonist would have no strength and fell the pregnant woman.

Although Ling Mohan hugged lightly, Qin Mao, as a woman, didn't say on the surface, he still cared about his weight.

"Am I fat now?" She was standing in front of the makeup mirror, wearing a loose pajamas, and stroking her swollen abdomen. She was both happy and a little worried. She wanted to hear what Ling Mohan praised her.

Who knew Ling Mohan nodded: "A bit."

Qin Yue broke his face and murmured resentfully: "The old hooligan crossing the river to tear down the bridge."

I just said in the bathroom that my wife was in pain. After eating dry, I turned my face down, and even if she is a bit fat now, you can say something good to coax her.

She looked left and right in the mirror, and she was worried that after she gave birth to the child, she would have soft flesh, thick arms, strong thighs, a thin waist becoming a bucket waist, and a double chin.

No wonder women are so sensitive to pregnant women, even she is no exception.

A pair of strong arms hug her from behind.

Ling Mohan's voice was accompanied by a smile: "Fool you, you are not fat."

Qin Yue said a faceless expression, thinking: Do you know how to coax me now? invalid!

She pushed Ling Mohan away, sat down in front of the mirror, and began to apply skin care products. She allowed Ling Mohan to stare at herself through the mirror without looking at him.

Ling Mohan came over again, sniffing at her side, and her voice was low and wanton: "Good fragrance, what do you apply?"

This set of skin care products was specially taken by him from the General Hospital of the Military Region for pregnant women, but he could not buy them outside. Now he said such a thing, apparently asking for it. Qin Ye ignored him.

A ringtone came from the nightstand, which was Qin Yue's cell phone.

Qin Yue looked at the emulsion that had just been squeezed out of his palm, and glanced at Ling Mohan, who went to help her answer the phone immediately.

The caller is shown as a strange number.

Ling Mohan gave a beep, but there was no sound on the side of the phone, nor did she hang up.

He frowned slightly, Shen said: "Who are you? Talk!"

The other person seemed to deliberately lower his voice: "Sorry, I made a mistake."

Ling Mohan hung up the phone and saw Qin Yue looking at himself with an inquiring look.

He didn't say it on purpose, waiting for Qin Yue to speak.

How could Qin Yun not understand his thoughts, and pretended to throw away the hairband angrily: "You stinky gangster, can't say who called it."

"Not angry?" Ling Mohan walked over and helped her to curl her long hair.

Qin Yue sneered: "I'm not angry. It doesn't matter if I'm fat. It's worth everything for the baby."

Having said that, she slightly hooked her lips in front of the mirror, blooming a delicate smile, even a little provocatively: "Ling Mohan, you hate me for being fat, I can just kick your beast."

"Do you dare!" Ling Mohan said angrily.

"See if I dare." Qin Yun was proud of himself.

She stood up, slowly went to bed and sat down, not forgetting to call Ling Mohan: "Did you bring me the fairy tale novel? Come to the trunk and get it out, I want to see the novel for a while."

Ling Mohan pulled out the book with a calm face.

Qin Hui was very pleased to see him eating. He opened the page that he saw with bliss, and said slowly: "I lied to you, too."

Ling Mohan snorted, opened the quilt and sat beside her.

Qin Yue said, "Who told you to say I'm fat."

Ling Mohan deeply understood the speed with which a woman changes her face, and decided not to discuss the weight-prone topic, so she simply read a book with her and occasionally discussed the story and role in the book.

When the atmosphere was warm, Qin Yue's cell phone rang again.

She brought it in hand, and when she saw the strange number, she didn't think much about it. She thought it was a salesman's call. She didn't want to answer it.

She stroked the answer key: "Hey, hello, I'm Qin Yan."

The phone was quiet for a few seconds, and a soft, familiar voice came out: "Xiao, my name is Sharon."

Qin Yue glanced at Ling Mohan and found that he was reading the book. Her heart relaxed a little and calmly said, "Classmates? Sorry, I'm pregnant now, I'm inconvenient, so I won't participate."

Sharon froze slightly.

Qin Yue hung up the phone without giving him a chance to speak.

"Who called?" Ling Mohan asked.

Qin Yue lied without blinking, and said calmly: "A high school classmate said that after graduation so long, everyone wants to hold a classmate party and contact feelings. I told her that pregnancy is not convenient and I will not go."

Ling Mohan asked, "A man and a woman?"

"Women." Qin Yue was afraid he could see something, pretending not to care, and lowered his eyes to read the book. "Have you finished reading this page? Turn it over after reading it."

Ling Mohan thought that the sound leaked from her phone didn't sound like a female voice, but rather a man's voice.

He stared at Qin Yuan, no more questions, turned the page, accompanied her to continue watching.

After a while, Qin Yun began to yawn.

Recently, the weather has gradually turned hot, and Qin Hui's body has become heavier and heavier, so he has become particularly lethargic. He closed his eyes and fell asleep for two days.

Ling Mohan closed the book and urged her to sleep.

Qin Hui lay down obediently and fell into sleep in less than five minutes.

Ling Mohan picked up her mobile phone and flipped through her address book. It was found that the strange number that she claimed to have mistyped tonight was called just five minutes ago, but Qin Yue told him that she was a female high school classmate.

He put the phone back in place, walked to the balcony outside, and then called Lieutenant Li: "... Yes, check this number carefully."

The telephone numbers of country A are now registered in real names. As an internal member of the military, Lieutenant Li wanted to find a person's information easily.

Two minutes later, Lieutenant Li Hui reported on the phone: "Report Colonel, the current user of this phone number is Ji Chen."

For a moment, Ling Mohan's face was more gloomy than the night.