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

Feng Qingxue's face turned red and she cursed in a low voice, "Rogue!"

"Dating without the purpose of marriage is just a hooligan, but we are already husband and wife, a loving couple!" Lu Jiang said plausibly, "If I hadn't been too tired and sleepy yesterday, then we should have said goodbye to each other better than newlyweds!"

Is a breakup better than a wedding? Still making firewood!

Feng Qingxue spat at him, quickened her pace and ran forward, putting some distance between herself and him.

Lu Jiang was not willing to keep even a small distance. He caught up with his wife in three steps and two steps at a time. He naturally held her hand again. Feng Qingxue shook her hand a few times and then let him hold her. On fire.

When he learned that his son had gone out to pick up his daughter-in-law, and that only the child was left at home, Father Lu was worried, so he sat at the door of the cowshed. While thinking about the ups and downs of life, he always paid attention to his son's home, until he found that his son and daughter-in-law were acting intimately at the door and opened the door. After opening the door, the old man patted the snow on his military coat and walked out of the shadows to go back to his room to rest.

"Uncle, Auntie, are you back?" Lu Tianjun, who was reading by the kerosene lamp, rubbed his eyes and yawned, "Then I'll go to bed. Xibao is very good and doesn't cry or make trouble. The hot water is boiled. , the teapot is full, and there is still something in the pot, which can be used for washing."

"Thank you for your hard work, Tianjun."

After listening to Feng Qingxue's words, Lu Tianjun smiled, "Why bother? Xibao is my younger brother."

Lu Jiang sent him back to the east side room and came back to scoop out hot water.

Feng Qingxue simply washed up, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and applied a layer of skin care products.

Lu Jiang brought the footbath filled with warm water to the bed, "Honey, I worked hard for you when I was not at home. Now that I'm back, I'll wash your feet for the rest of my life until I lie down and can't move." ”

Feng Qingxue had just tucked Xibao in, and hit him on the shoulder, "Don't say bad words about lying down and not being able to move!"

As he spoke, he said bah bah bah a few times.

Lu Jiang is a soldier, and there is no guarantee for a soldier's life on the battlefield. Every time Lu Jiang goes to the battlefield, she will be frightened. Where can she hear such unlucky words? She was most afraid of hearing what Lu Jiang said about not being able to move in the future.

"Okay, okay, I'll pay attention next time! Sir, I'll definitely pay attention next time!" Lu Jiang said as he helped her take off her shoes and socks, put her two snow-white and soft feet into the hot water with a moderate temperature, and stirred up the water. Sprinkled on her feet, his big rough hands couldn't help but knead it, "Honey, your feet are so beautiful, like they are carved from white jade." They were as smooth as gel.

The skin on your feet is already like this, and you can imagine it on your body.

Lu Jiang's heart suddenly became hot, and he immediately speeded up the movements of his hands. After wiping Feng Qingxue's feet, he washed the remaining water and grass and poured it into the corner outside. When he came back, he found that his wife had already been lying in Xibao The quilt made a small snoring sound.

But he knew that his wife was pretending to sleep.

My wife sleeps well and never snores.

"Qingxue, wake up, wake up, wake up, you haven't satisfied me yet!" Lu Jiang pushed her and couldn't wake her up. Seeing that her eyes were closed tighter, Lu Jiang simply took her out of Xibao's bed. He took it out and stuffed it into his bed.

Feng Qingxue was so frightened that she suddenly opened her eyes.

"Rogue, what are you doing?" His clothes were pulled open. If he had known better, he would have worn a jumper. It was a mistake!

"I told you I'm not a gangster! Let me have a taste, give it a try!"

"Lu Jiang!"

The voice became lower and lower, and finally turned into gasping, one after another, and it didn't stop even after the kerosene lamp burned out.