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

The families of the officers who attended Deputy Regiment Commander Song’s family dinner did not have the sumptuous dinner, but they got a glimpse of what was going on when they received the snacks made by Zhang Yuwan herself.

What's more, the fragrance coming from their house that day made many people in the entire military district's family compound cry with greed. Not only were the children crying, but the adults were also uncomfortable.

Looking at the unique taste of those snacks, which are much better than those sold in department stores, both adults and children like to eat them. Knowing that Zhang Yuwan is particular about her work, some people would like to make friends with her in the future.

Especially when I heard that Zhang Yuwan decorated her home elegantly and stylishly, I was very curious and wanted to go and see it for myself.

That night, Captain Ma returned home and handed the souvenir Zhang Yuwan had prepared to his wife. "This is a gift from someone who was at Deputy Captain Song's house for dinner! It's probably something to eat. You and Mom can have it!"

Guihua took it and looked at it. The packaging didn't look cheap. There were words written on it: "filled with joy". She couldn't understand it, but she thought the words were very beautiful.

After opening the package, she was pleasantly surprised. “There are several snacks inside, and they all look delicious.”

"It should be good. His family is having roasted whole lamb today. Both the lamb and the side dishes are really good!" Captain Ma looked at the foot-soaking towel hanging on the back of the dining chair and the leftovers from the day before yesterday on the dining table, and couldn't help but sigh.

He was the second child in the family and was not loved by his father and mother. He joined the army because he was so poor that he could not survive. Who would have thought that he would be promoted to the position of regimental commander step by step, and his parents would start to take him seriously.

He had already achieved class advancement and earned more than 120 yuan a month, but he still couldn't get rid of the feeling of poverty in his life.

Thinking that he was still half a level higher than Song Changzhou, he realized that Song Changzhou still had a lot of room for improvement in the army, and it was difficult for him to surpass him.

Looking at his own family life which was in a mess, he suddenly felt suffocated.

At this time, the baby's crying sounded very loud and piercing in the quiet night. Captain Ma couldn't help but ask, "Why is Ni'er crying?"

Guihua went to check and explained, "He wet the bed. I'll help him pee and change his diaper and it will be fine in a while!"

"Your pants are wet, change them! Look, your butt is all red, a diaper alone won't do." Captain Ma said as he took a step back and let his wife take care of the child.

"We all wear cotton-padded clothes in winter, and it's hard to dry clothes after changing them. The urine I just peed on was left on the fire and it hasn't dried yet!" Guihua had no choice because the child only had two sets of cotton-padded clothes.

Seeing his wife's timid look, he couldn't help but get annoyed. "Look at you, you do nothing at home every day. There are diapers everywhere. The bedroom smells like urine. You have so many diapers, but you don't change them more often. Why don't you make two more sets of clothes?"

His mother heard the sound and walked into the bedroom wearing a cotton-padded jacket. "You are an old man and you don't care about taking care of the child. Just let Guihua do it! Aren't two sets of clothes enough for this money-loser? Children don't need so many clothes. They will grow up in the blink of an eye."

Captain Ma shut up when he saw my mother talking, and seeing Guihua still coaxing the child, he said, "I'll go to the guest room and sleep!"

Just as he turned around, his mother grabbed him and said, "Where are you going? Your wife is here and you are not allowed to go anywhere. Hurry up and give me another big fat boy while you are still young."

She looked at the crying girl and her anger rose. She snatched the child and started to curse, "What a debt collector! I'm taking her away tonight. Don't delay and get down to business."

After saying that, without caring about the couple's reaction, she went back to her room holding the child and cursing.

Zhang Yuwan was completely unaware of what was happening in other people's homes. He still exercised in the yard as usual every day, but he always felt numb and weak, and his condition was sometimes better and sometimes worse. He often shivered when he walked.

However, several sisters-in-law often came to her home to bring her some food and chat with her, and they kept praising her for her good dim sum. Zhang Yuwan was somewhat benefited by the praise from her sisters-in-law, and occasionally she would cook some simple meals herself.

Either buy some fresh prawns and clams to make a pot of seafood porridge, or have a bowl of steaming hot mixed noodles, both of which can whet Song Changzhou's appetite and make him eat with relish.

Zhang Yuwan felt that he was too weak, so he asked Mrs. Wu to buy a small tender chicken early and found the smallest ginseng from the space. The ginseng was not big, but it had a strong flavor. After thinking about it, he cut off a leg and threw it into the casserole.

The casserole was bubbling, and the aroma of free-range chicken filled the whole house. Zhang Yuwan couldn't help but drink a bowl of soup and eat a chicken leg and chicken wing. The chicken soup was golden yellow and oily. Only a little salt was added to let the original flavor of the soup wrap around the taste buds. It was full of freshness and the meat was extremely tender.

After work, Song Changzhou walked into the room and lifted the curtain and asked with a smile: "Madam Song, what delicious food are you making again? The aroma is really mouth-watering!"

"Thank you for your hard work, Deputy Captain Song! This is the chicken soup I stewed, please enjoy it, leader!" Zhang Yuwan also joked.

"It tastes great. I drank some and the rest is yours!" Zhang Yuwan took the casserole off the fire. She had a small stomach and usually didn't eat much.

A boiling hot casserole with bubbles continuously appeared in front of Song Changzhou. Song Changzhou washed his hands and walked to the dining table. Zhang Yuwan had already poured the chicken soup into the bowl.

He didn't pick the part of the chicken and he ate up all the meat and soup in no time.

Song Changzhou packed up his things quickly and found Zhang Yuwan in the study. She was listening to music on the radio and writing notes on paper.

She didn't know many of the old songs, so she wrote them down by dictation.

I dictate a few articles every day and before I knew it, I have written a thick book.

Song Changzhou silently watched Zhang Yuwan writing at his desk. Soon the lust in his eyes became more and more intense, and his body felt like it was burning on fire.

He looked at her graceful back, her long dark hair, his eyes moving down from her straight back, to her slender waist that could be held in one hand and her round and plump breasts like a peach. She hummed a little tune along with the radio, which sounded like soft music to his ears, and it made his blood boil.

He wanted to tear her clothes like a mad beast and let her cry in his arms. His eyes were faintly bloodshot and blood rushed to his brain. Suddenly, a hot stream slid down from his nasal canal. He touched it with his hand and found that he was bleeding from his nose.

If it weren't for his stronger self-control than that of ordinary people and his fear of hurting the woman, he would have pounced on her without hesitation.

Zhang Yuwan turned around when he heard the unusual noise. He was so frightened that he ignored the numbness in his feet and hurried to the man. He touched his face, looked him up and down, and covered his nose with a handkerchief. "What's wrong with you? Why are you bleeding so much?"

The places touched by the woman's slightly cold hands felt indescribably comfortable, as if cold water had been applied to them. Soon, those places became extremely hot, as if hot oil had been poured on the skin.

The man could hardly bear it. He felt like he was about to explode. He grabbed her hand and said in a hoarse and blurry voice, "Xiao Wan, help me."

Before the woman could open her mouth to make a sound, his kiss had already covered her, and all the heat melted away in the tenderness of melting ice and snow.