The couple made a living in the 1950s.

Chapter 207 Neighborhood Relations 2

Every month, she makes some skin care products and hair creams.

I can make enough for myself, my little daughter, and my two daughters-in-law for a month at a time.

Fortunately, there were a lot of raw materials in the space back then.

Otherwise, I'd have to save on those skin care products and hair creams now.

By the time Bai Ye finished washing up and came into the room, Lin Manyu had already gone to bed.

He looked at his wife lying on the bed, dangling her little feet.

There is doting in his eyes.

As he changed into his pajamas, he tilted his head slightly to look at her.

"Didn't our little girl write to you last time saying that she was anxious to become a mother?"

"Have you received any letters in the mail recently?"

"Not yet, the letter will arrive in the next few days."

"My little girl went to the hospital for a checkup last time and she is in good health."

"Don't worry, maybe it's not our destiny yet."

Lin Hanyu didn't open his eyes. He rolled around on the bed twice with the quilt in his arms before stopping.

Bai Ye changed his clothes, walked forward and hugged her.

The two of them lay in bed together.

"Before, Grandma Mingbo and Grandma Wang Lai Di, the owner of the back house, had a quarrel."

"I have already told the children, keep it a secret from our three treasures."

"My little girl wants to be a mother. She might feel sad if she hears these words."

"Our little girl should always live comfortably."

"Ok, I know."

Lin Hanyu found a comfortable sleeping position in Bai Ye's arms and closed her eyes.

Bai Ye lowered his head slightly, kissed his wife's little mouth, and closed his eyes.

At this moment, in another bedroom on the second floor.

Meng Xiaoou lay in Dabao's arms and looked at her eldest son lying on the small bed next to her.

The little guy is sleeping soundly.

Dabao noticed that his wife's eyes were not on him.

I couldn't help but reach out and pat the slender waist of the person in my arms under the quilt.

"We sleep too."

As he spoke, he turned over and kissed his wife.

You never know when you will receive an order to go on a business trip.

Keep her at home.

Now, it’s better to spend more time with the one in my arms.

At this time, the lights in the Yang City Military District’s family building were brightly lit.

It was supposed to be bedtime, but there was a lot of noise in the corridor on Sanbao's floor.

At this moment, most of the female military dependents in the entire building gathered here.

Tonight, the officers above the battalion level in the family building have not returned home yet. They are attending a meeting in the army.

Pan Zhaodi became even more unscrupulous.

“It’s killing me… It’s killing me…”

"You have to accuse me of taking her clothes."

Sanbao looked at Pan Zhaodi sitting on the ground, unable to get up, and lowered his head with a hint of impatience in his eyes.

Ever since Fu Chunying and her family moved in, Pan Zhaodi has been coming here every now and then.

Fu Chunying acted like she had a formal job and was disdainful of arguing with Pan Zhaodi like Liu Dahua did.

Pan Zhaodi noticed this and would come to her from time to time to ask for things.

Last week, Pan Zhaodi even took Fu Chunying's coat, which was hung out to dry downstairs, home.

After dinner today, Fu Chunying went downstairs for a stroll and happened to run into Pan Zhaodi wearing her clothes.

The result is what it is now.

Pan Zhaodi was sitting at the doorstep of Fu Chunying's house and making a scene, and no one wanted to get involved in the matter.

Wei Guoqiang was still on a mission outside and had not returned yet, so Pan Zhaodi did not care and became more and more difficult to deal with.

Coincidentally, Fu Chunying's husband Gu Deren was attending a meeting in another military region.

Not at home now.

My daughter Gu Yue lives in the single dormitory of their military hospital and did not come home today.

My son Gu Yang hasn't come back from school.

Fu Chunying was alone at home, and she felt embarrassed because she worked in a cultural troupe.

You can't be as shameless as Pan Zhaodi.

When he saw Pan Zhaodi throwing a tantrum, he just stood there with a cold face and looked at her without saying a word.

She saw that no one around spoke for her, and for a moment she was at a loss as to what to do with Pan Zhaodi.

Pan Zhaodi sat on the ground, her eyes full of calculations.

Her eyes rolled, and she suddenly stood up and walked a few steps forward to Fu Chunying.

Fu Chunying was so scared that she subconsciously took two steps back.

It was Zhang Cuiyan who held her arm from behind.

Fu Chunying's eyes lit up when she saw Zhang Cuiyan, because both her husband and Pan Zhaodi's husband were not in the military region.

Zhang Cuiyan’s husband Liu An is there, and he lives next door to her house.

He was the deputy commander of the 37th Regiment, and was in charge of Pan Zhaodi's husband Wei Guoqiang, the deputy battalion commander of the second battalion of the 37th Regiment.

I was a little confused because of Pan Zhaodi's anger just now.

They all forgot to go to the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs and speak for justice.

Zhang Cuiyan knew she couldn't escape, so she had no choice but to look at Sanbao in the air.

He looked down at Pan Zhaodi.

"You go back first. My old Liu is still in the office for a meeting and hasn't come back yet."

"When she comes back, I'll ask him to report this to the army."

When Pan Zhaodi heard this, her face changed. She was only thinking that her husband was not at home, and Fu Chunying's husband was not at home either.

When they come back, they won’t be able to interfere in the affairs between women.

I will return the clothes to Fu Chunying when the time comes. She can still wear them for a few more days.

You never know, when you return the clothes, you might not like them anymore.

She forgot that her husband's boss also lived on their floor.

Usually, he would take advantage of the soldiers' families by doing small things.

No one will report the matter to the army unless they have evidence.

This time the clothes were on her and it was really difficult to get rid of them.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but turn her head to look at Sanbao.

The deputy head of my husband's group isn't the only one living in their family building.

But the political commissar of the 35th regiment also lives there, although the 35th regiment has no control over the affairs of the 37th regiment.

However, it is also the duty of the political commissar of the army to help resolve conflicts among military dependents.

If there was a regimental political commissar testifying, she would implicate her husband.

If that were the case, her husband would have an excuse to send her back to her hometown in the countryside.

He mentioned more than once that he wanted her to take the children back to the countryside to take care of the elderly.

She is not stupid. She would not go back to the countryside to suffer.

What if my husband is left alone to live a good life in the army and those female artists in the art troupe and female medical soldiers in the hospital fall in love with him?

It would be a waste of time and effort.

Aunt Fang was holding her little granddaughter Baohua and standing next to Sanbao.

Liu Dahua stood on the other side of Aunt Fang.

Little Baohua felt Pan Zhaodi's gaze and hid in his grandmother's arms.

Aunt Fang reached out and touched her little head lovingly.

I couldn't help but turn my head to look at Sanbao. The wife of Political Commissar Jiang is a sensible person.

Usually, she always smiles when she sees her little granddaughter.

The little granddaughter also likes this aunt.

She really didn't want her to be dependent on Pan Zhaodi.

Comrade Bai is beautiful and knowledgeable, and looks smart and gentle.

It’s obvious at first glance that he is no match for a shrew like Pan Zhaodi.

Sanbao felt Aunt Fang's gaze and smiled slightly.