The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

Jiang Furong felt that she started to become stupid from the moment she received Wei Heng's letter.

Being with Wei Heng, she has become accustomed to happily waiting to make choices.

Who knew that Wei Heng would suddenly bring up the choice between the general's wife and the general's mother.

What did she answer just now? It was so embarrassing.

Jiang Furong pretended to lower her head and blow on the tea, too shy to look up, but the small upward movement of the corners of her mouth revealed her mood.

Wei Heng was overjoyed and reached out to gently pinch Jiang Furong's cheek: "You have such a beautiful smile."

Jiang Furong's heart skipped a beat. She felt as if the place on her face where her fingers touched was on fire. She asked uncertainly, "Does it look better if you smile?"

Wei Heng smiled: "Well, I've been waiting for you to smile at me for a long time."

Jiang Furong raised her hand to touch her burning face, her mind unable to react: "Me? I never smiled at you?"

Just like now, if she didn't lower her head, she was afraid that she would just grin when she met Wei Heng's eyes.

Oh my God, is this a proposal to her?

She had never been proposed to, but had only seen various surprising and embarrassing scenes.

Ahhh, she lost her composure too.

Wei Heng raised one corner of his mouth: "I only laughed once."

"Just once? Impossible!" Jiang Furong's mind was dazed, and she couldn't remember anything: "When was it?"

Wei Heng tilted his face slightly: "If you can't remember..."

He deliberately prolonged his tone and did not say the second half of the sentence.

Jiang Furong raised her head, covered her face with her hands, and stared at the button under Wei Heng's collar. She smiled and laughed, "I'll double it up, like this? Like this?"

She made a toothy smile and a double toothy smile.

Wei Heng couldn't help laughing and reached out to pinch Jiang Furong's chin: "Naughty."

What he liked was her sincere eyes and her playful smile.

How could his girl not look at him when she laughed?

Jiang Furong's chin was gradually lifted to the same level as the tip of her nose, but she still didn't wait for Wei Heng to say if it was okay.

She saw Wei Heng's smile getting deeper and deeper through the slits of her eyes, so she simply closed her eyes.

Wei Heng didn't expect that Jiang Furong never begged for mercy, and he became playful.

He was just thinking about what to say when he heard the nanny knocking on the window next door:

"I think I smell something burnt. Is it from our house?"

Wei Heng turned his head and the steam on the lid of the pot disappeared, but there was still the smell of a burnt steamer in the air.

He hurriedly let go of Jiang Furong's chin and turned to get the steamer.

Jiang Furong was stretching her swan neck with her head tilted back when she was suddenly released and fell backwards due to her unstable center of balance.

Wei Heng was quick to grab it and said, "Hold on tight."

The pot is already dry anyway, so a few seconds won't matter.

"Xiaoheng, do you smell something burnt?" The nanny was anxious and knocked on the window again.

Wei Heng quickly replied, "Yes, I smell it. I've already taken the pot down."

The nanny heard the sound of the steamer falling onto the shelf and asked from the kitchen door: "Are the buns still edible? Or should I go buy some sesame seed cakes and fried dough sticks later?"

Wei Heng went to open the door and let the nanny in: "It doesn't smell too burnt, it's edible."

The nanny stood at the door without moving: "Just leave the buns there. The restaurant is almost open now. I'll go buy some sesame cakes. I'll re-steam the buns with some vinegar later."

Jiang Furong held the teacup, lowered her head, and pretended to be invisible.

Wei Heng, still carrying forward the spirit of saving food, said: "It's okay, I soaked fragrant slices, the burnt smell won't affect it."

"I want to eat some pancakes. Sorry to bother you, Aunt Zhang." Jiang Furong spoke. She wanted the nanny to leave quickly.

How embarrassing! The babysitter must have heard all that laughter.

She just wants to slow down now.

The nanny quickly responded, took out a small pot from the cupboard, and turned to leave.

Hearing the side door in the yard click shut, Wei Heng asked, "Do you like Jianbing Guozi? I forgot to ask Aunt Zhang to add two more eggs."

Jiang Furong was embarrassed and annoyed. She threw him a coquettish look and answered irrelevantly: "Two people cooking breakfast and burning the pot!"

Wei Heng laughed: "You almost burned me."

"You!" Jiang Furong was extremely embarrassed and ran away with her hands covering her face.

Listen, listen, this person is becoming more and more outspoken in his words. If a third person hears them, no one will know what she and he are doing.

Fortunately, she was smart and sent the nanny away in time.

Jiang Furong returned to the guest room, closed the door tightly, fell on the bed, and picked up the pillow to cover her face.

Laugh secretly.

However, although.

She loved his fingers so much, they were powerful and warm.