Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

Lu Jiang's fingers were very rough, but they were very hot wherever they landed. He pressed them on the skin behind his shoulders. After a moment, the heat on his fingertips turned into a raging flame. Feng Qingxue heard a rough gasp, turned her head and was kissed by him. Mouth.

A little farewell is better than a newlywed, the ancients will not deceive me.

As soon as Feng Qingxue thought of this sentence, she fell into confusion and confusion.

From the bathtub to the bed, she was so tired that she didn't even want to move her fingers. Lu Jiang's low laughter sounded in her ears: "Did you neglect training in the South China Sea Fleet? Your physical strength is not as good as before."

"When I get older, I will be a grandma."

Lu Jiang kissed her cheek, like kissing a shelled egg, and then turned her face to face his eyes. In his eyes, there was only a flower blooming at night, which was charming and charming, making people's hearts tremble. Only he knew how soft and boneless she was, "How can there be such a young and beautiful grandma in the world? Let me see."

Feng Qingxue threw herself into his arms, "I haven't seen you for a few months, A Jiang, you have changed!"

After marriage, she was always busy, doing many things over and over again, so dull that she was almost numb. Suddenly she felt the passion of her youth, like lava that had found an opportunity and gush out.

Lu Jiang gently stroked her smooth back, "It's not a few months, it's more than half a year. Work, children, family and interpersonal relationships take up most of our lives. I suddenly feel that if we continue like this, there will be no relationship between husband and wife." What feelings are there? Starting today, we all need to make changes, pay less attention to others, and care more about each other.”

The youngest triplets are seven years old, and they will have their own classmates and friends. Studying takes up most of their time, and parents no longer need to take care of them in every detail like when they were just waiting to be fed.

Feng Qingxue didn't know how bright her smile was at this moment, her eyebrows were curved and her eyes were sparkling.

Although she has been used to spending most of her time on trivial matters at home, and is used to not being able to have intimate behaviors or sweet words when she goes out, she still has a hope in her heart that she can express the love between husband and wife as she pleases and stay together forever. The romance and passion of time will not fade away with time and age.

"Okay, let's change together." It's not too late to start now. Feng Qingxue stared at his face. He was in his best years as a man. He didn't have the youthfulness of young people or the decline of old people. He was mature and steady, with great charm.

Lu Jiang turned over and pressed her down, placing a series of kisses on her face and neck, and continued, "The night is still very long."

Although he was over 10 years old, he never slacked off in training and his physical strength was so amazing that when Feng Qingxue woke up the next day, it was already three o'clock in the morning. There was no trace of Lu Jiang on his pillow, and there was something he left behind on the bedside table. A note.

Feng Qingxue rubbed her waist, with a sweet smile on her face unconsciously.

After drinking a glass of water, tidying up the house carefully, washing up, putting the bathtub into the space, and changing into clean clothes, she picked up the note, which was written in a colorful way: "Meal is on the table, meetings during the day, lunch in the cafeteria, Wait for me to come back tonight.”

Feng Qingxue pursed her lips and smiled, her face glowing.

She opened the veil on the dining table and saw a thermos bucket, an egg, a multi-grain steamed bun and a plate of pickles.

The thermos bucket contained thick rice porridge, about the size of a bowl. Feng Qingxue poured it into the lunch box, drank it slowly, and ate the rest of the food, leaving only half a plate of pickles.

After washing the dishes and changing clothes, Feng Qingxue raised her hand to look at the time. It was already half past eleven.