After the military marriage, the stupid beauty wants to run away from her husband

Song Changzhou brought the breakfast that was warming on the stove to the dining table and watched Zhang Yuwan using a simple and elegant jade hairpin to wrap her long hair around the back of her head as if by magic. Her neck was slender and graceful in curves.

Zhang Yuwan smoothed the small strands of hair in front of her head. The sunlight shining on her hair made it look particularly shiny and beautiful.

Song Changzhou looked very curious and reached out to touch it. It was quite tight.

His naughty hands earned him a roll of the eyes from his wife. "It turns out that you can put your hair up with just a stick. It's amazing! I thought it took a long time to do a hairstyle!"

This jade does not look very eye-catching. The carving is simple and elegant with just a few strokes. The warm luster still makes Song Changzhou know that this is a good item. This inconspicuous thing that her wife casually tied in her hair exudes a low-key nobility.

She is quite smart. Everything she wears and uses is good stuff, but the colors and styles are simple, and it is hard to describe what they are. Only those who understand can tell the value of the things she casually takes out.

But she is his wife, so no matter how good the things are, it is not excessive, she deserves it.

Song Changzhou peeled the egg and handed it to Zhang Yuwan, "I was going to take you to order some clothes this morning, but now we only have breakfast at noon." The day's schedule was disrupted. Song Changzhou has obsessive-compulsive disorder and would feel uncomfortable if he didn't go according to plan.

"Have you just realized that you are a little unacceptable to your excessive debauchery?" Zhang Yuwan took a sip of milk powder with an egg in his hand and licked the milk foam on his mouth.

Zhang Yuwan would be shy, but she was definitely not a shy girl, and she could speak fluently.

Song Changzhou narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhang Yuwan with gritted teeth. This girl was really vicious and attacked indiscriminately.

"Eat quickly! Let's go buy something after you finish eating!" Song Changzhou's old face turned red. It was a rare embarrassing scene. It was also a fact that his self-control was getting worse and worse.

After dinner, Song Changzhou brought out a bowl of medicine. Seeing Zhang Yuwan's resistance, he patiently coaxed her, "This medicine isn't bitter. I've tried it, it's true. Just gulp it down!"

"I think it's okay not to take the medicine!" Zhang Yuwan said strugglingly.

Song Changzhou would not compromise and easily carried the person to his lap, "If you don't want to drink, I'll feed you!"

Zhang Yuwan was secretly resentful and picked up the bowl to drink it in big gulps. The medicine was not bitter, but slightly sweet, but this sweetness was a very strange sweetness and it was very difficult to drink.

Looking at Zhang Yuwan's painful little face, Song Changzhou really couldn't understand. This medicine wasn't bitter at all! Why did she drink it like poison?

"Honey water!" Zhang Yuwan was finally able to make a sound.

After saying this, both of them were stunned for a moment. Song Changzhou never knew that he should drink some honey water after taking medicine to balance the taste. His little wife was too pampered.

Zhang Yuwan had never taken Chinese medicine before, and this made her feel physically uncomfortable and she was about to vomit.

Zhang Yuwan only regained some semblance of normalcy after drinking a glass of water. "How many medicines do I have left? Can I not take the Chinese medicine?"

Thinking that there were still ten days of medicine left, Song Changzhou became more worried than Zhang Yu. It had only been one day, and the little ancestor was already resisting. What should he do next? He couldn't watch her take medicine every day when he returned to the army!

"I'll go back to the hospital and ask if they can switch to pills so it's easier for you to swallow." He was also helpless. "The most important thing right now is for you to recover from your injuries. You can't not take medicine!"

Song Changzhou thought Zhang Yuwan would listen to his reasoning. After all, she wasn't a child and understood the truth! He watched her lower her head and remain silent. After a while, he heard the sound of soft sobbing.

"But it's really hard to drink! And you forced me to drink it!" Zhang Yuwan had never felt so aggrieved even when facing the enemy spies. His eyes were moist, his nose was slightly red, and tears were falling.

Song Changzhou panicked. He hugged the girl, coaxed her, teased her, and apologized for a long time. He promised to prepare sugar or honey water in advance next time, and finally coaxed her into submission.

He couldn't help but secretly let out a sigh of relief. This was even more tiring than leading the troops on a training march.

Girls are really different from rough men. Not to mention taking medicine, even if they are eating insects or snakes in the wild, if anyone dares to say he doesn't want to eat, he will be starved.

His pain was different from hers. Song Changzhou secretly studied women as if he had discovered a new world. They were both warm-blooded creatures with a body temperature of 36.5 degrees Celsius, so why was there such a big difference?

Before going out, Zhang Yuwan asked Song Changzhou to take out four pieces of cloth from her box. They were neatly folded and each piece was wrapped in semi-transparent rice paper. These were the high-quality cloths she had prepared in advance to find a tailor to make a few sets of clothes.

The two men went out, left the door ajar, and drove away from the family compound.

Song Changzhou stopped at the gate of the State-Owned Fourth Garment Factory and said to the guard at the gate, "Comrade, my name is Song Changzhou. I've greeted your Master Xing!"

The guard at the gate saw that it was a military vehicle, so he registered the license plate number, name and unit, and let them in. Many leaders came to see Master Xing.

As Song Changzhou drove in, he explained, "Master Xing was a veteran before liberation. Many wives of high-ranking officials and celebrities asked him to make clothes for them. After liberation, he was assigned to the garment factory as a craftsman. He's the treasure of the Fourth Garment Factory, and his words are even more effective than the factory director. His craftsmanship is impeccable. When he's not at the factory, he's at the store, making custom clothes for senior leaders."

Zhang Yuwan felt relieved when she heard this. The clothes made by such old craftsmanship are not only of good quality, but also of high aesthetics, and made of a lot of good materials. The styles made by people nowadays are not very stylish, but that doesn't mean that people don't know how to make them.

Her materials will not be wasted, they are all high-end custom-made.

After parking the car, Song Changzhou pushed the wheelchair into Master Xing's studio. The space inside was not very large. There was a row of thin fabrics and a row of thick fabrics neatly stacked on the wall. There was also a row of boxes on a shelf, and each box contained various buttons, ribbons, lace and other accessories.

There are several sewing machines lined up in one row, a super large workbench in the middle of the room, and a mannequin next to it.

There are only three people in the studio. The old master must be Master Xing, and the other two, a man and a woman, are both very young.

One is working on the sewing machine, and the other is making patterns at the operating table.

"Hello, Master Xing!" Song Changzhou greeted people when he saw them.

"Oh! It's you, kid! Come in quickly! What is this?" Master Xing was originally instructing his apprentice to make a pattern. When he saw Song Changzhou and Zhang Yuwan, he immediately put down his work and looked at Zhang Yuwan with curiosity.

"This is my wife, Comrade Zhang Yuwan. She wants you to make her some clothes for our wedding!" Song Changzhou stated his purpose directly.

"Oh! Your lover! You already have a partner!" Master Xing looked at Zhang Yuwan with a smile.

"Hello, Master Xing, you can just call me Xiao Zhang!" Zhang Yuwan greeted Master Xing generously and appropriately.

"I have some cloth with me and I want to make some daily clothes. I'd appreciate your help when the time comes." Zhang Yuwan said, and glanced at Song Changzhou.

The man deftly took out several neatly wrapped pieces of fabric from his bag and placed them on the workbench.

Master Xing's eyes lit up when he saw this way of wrapping. This was the way rich families used to collect and preserve precious fabrics.

He quickly washed his hands and wiped them clean carefully, then carefully opened the paper package. The fabric inside came into view. He couldn't help but stroke the fabric gently, "This is duplex silk, and this is Wu Ling. I'm so lucky today!"

When Master Xing sees good fabric, it is like seeing a treasure. He holds the fabric and admires it again and again, and cannot let it go.