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

Song Changzhou took care of Zhang Yuwan's pace. She couldn't walk fast in high heels, so the two of them walked slowly home while chatting. They didn't feel cold. The sky was dotted with stars in the night, and tomorrow would be a good day!

As soon as she entered the room, Zhang Yuwan was unbuttoning her coat and Song Changzhou hugged her in his arms. The man's hot breath hit her face.

"Baby, you look so beautiful today!" The man couldn't help but look at the woman affectionately.

"Wasn't I beautiful before?" Women seem to like to make up questions for exams, especially the supplementary questions, which are quite difficult.

Looking at his aggressive little wife, he picked her up, walked to the dining table, pulled out a chair with his feet, sat down, pinched her pufferfish-like face, and said, "You look good!" He couldn't help but kissed her. "Why would I marry you if you weren't good-looking?"

"Okay! You married me because you were attracted to my beauty! Humph, you don't love me at all, you just love my appearance. This is superficial love." The woman's unreasonable way of making trouble made him unable to guard against it. This was much more difficult than leading troops in a war.

He kissed her lips punishingly, making them red, and then ate all the lipstick off her lips.

Looking at the woman's moist lips, he was like a mouse that had stolen some oil, with a look of satisfaction on his face as if he had gotten what he wanted.

He resisted the urge to continue bullying her, "Are you hungry? I'll go cook for you now."

Zhang Yuwan stood up nimbly and put his hands on his shoulders. "Happy Birthday, don't move today. I'll do it!"

"Okay! Your husband is waiting for your meal!" Song Changzhou stretched out his long legs and really acted like a boss, waiting to be served.

There are already a few cold dishes on the table, and now only the hot dishes are left in the kitchen.

Chicken soup was heating up in the kitchen, and Mrs. Wu had already prepared the braised food and fried eggs.

How can you celebrate your birthday without eating longevity noodles? Mrs. Wu also kneads the noodles in advance and cuts them on the chopping board.

Zhang Yuwan only needs to steam the marinated fish in a steamer and then cook a bowl of noodles.

She was busy in the kitchen slowly. Mrs. Wu also made a lot of beef sauce, which she would add later. When the noodles were almost cooked, she grabbed a handful of vegetables and blanched them in the pot.

Soon, a bowl of longevity noodles with beautiful color, aroma and exquisite presentation was ready.

Zhang Yuwan walked quickly to the table with the bowl in her hand. Her fingers, as white as scallions, were already red from being scalded. Song Changzhou quickly pulled her into his arms and blew on them, then pushed her into a chair and went to look for the medicine box.

Find the burn ointment and apply it gently to her.

"It's okay, just use the bowl to redden it, it will be fine in a while." Zhang Yuwan didn't think it was a big deal.

Song Changzhou refused, "Your hands are delicate, it won't heal in a short time, just apply some medicine and don't worry."

In the end, Uncle Song went to the kitchen and brought up chicken soup, steamed fish and stewed beef.

Zhang Yuwan took out two bottles of wine, one bottle of Moutai and one bottle of osmanthus wine given by Mrs. Wu, and found two cups, one for each person.

Song Changzhou drinks Maotai and Zhang Yuwan drinks osmanthus wine.

Song Changzhou was used to being a father, so he stopped Zhang Yuwan from pouring the wine and said, "If you are not feeling well, don't drink."

Yes, Zhang Yuwan’s period has come again and it’s not over yet.

"No, today is a happy day, I must have some no matter what." Zhang Yuwan has been craving for wine for a long time. She was in poor health and could not drink before, so she had to hold it in until now.

People are like this. They may not like something very much in normal times, but when they are not allowed to do it, they especially want to try it.

She came up with excuses one by one, "Do you think today is your birthday and something worth celebrating? And my leg is healed, isn't that something worth celebrating?"

"Okay! Don't drink too much, you can only drink one glass." Song Changzhou ordered.

The two of them sat down. Zhang Yuwan raised her glass and clinked it with Song Changzhou's. "Husband, I wish you a happy 28th birthday. May you live a long and blessed life!" She sighed fearlessly, "Oh my God! You're almost 30, so I must give you a grand celebration for your 30th birthday."

Song Changzhou's face darkened. "Zhang Yuwan, if you can't speak, you don't have to!"

"Oh oh!" Zhang Yuwan covered her mouth and realized that the man was angry. She flattered the wrong person and hurriedly began to comfort the man, "Man, at 30, your career is just beginning. It's the age of struggle. You are invincible in your youth!"

"Then I wish you a baby soon! Forget it, having a baby soon is not appropriate. I wish you great success in your career and become the head of the military region as soon as possible." Zhang Yuwan was full of pride and drank the osmanthus wine in one gulp.

"Hmm~ The osmanthus wine brewed by Mrs. Wu is delicious. It's not too sweet, nor is it spicy. It's fragrant." Zhang Yuwan smacked his lips and gave it a five-star rating.

Song Changzhou picked up a piece of fish maw for Zhang Yuwan and took a bite of the vegetable himself.

"Husband, eat the noodles quickly. You must eat the longevity noodles in one gulp!" Zhang Yuwan urged Song Changzhou to eat the noodles.

Seeing Song Changzhou slurp up most of the bowl of noodles into his mouth, Zhang Yuwan opened his mouth in surprise!

She refilled their glasses and clinked glasses with him, "Honey, I hope you stay healthy!"

Song Changzhou could see that the girl deliberately wanted to drink more, but pretended not to notice.

The two drank some wine and ate some dishes. Zhang Yuwan's eyes twinkled, and her face was slightly flushed because of the few glasses of wine. She felt a little light-headed, and half of her body was lying in Song Changzhou's arms, her body as soft as if she had no bones. "Hubby, I have a gift for you."

Song Changzhou was very surprised and looked at Zhang Yuwan expectantly. She stood up from the chair, stroked his collarbone, Adam's apple and chin with her lotus fingers, made a shy and charming expression, and cast a seductive glance at him.

"It's definitely better than the shows you watch. I've been secretly practicing for a long time. You're in luck!"

Zhang Yuwan leaned slightly to the side, her figure graceful, her steps light, her skirt fluttering, and she began to sing a passage from the Kunqu opera "The Peony Pavilion," "Originally, all the riot of colour blossomed, yet now all is left to the ruins of broken wells and dilapidated walls. What a fate that is bestowed upon the beautiful scenery, whose house is the home to enjoy the delights! Morning flight, evening folding, clouds and mists adorning the emerald pavilion; raindrops and wind, misty waves and painted boats—how worthless is this fleeting moment!"

Zhang Yuwan has always found it difficult to appreciate the beauty of Kunqu Opera. Even when her father took her to learn it, she could never sing it with the right flavor.

Maybe it was because the wine was too intoxicating today, or maybe it was because Song Changzhou's eyes were too gentle and doting.

Her wide sleeves revealed a white wrist like a lotus root. She lightly raised her orchid finger on her right hand, and when she turned her wrist, the flowers bloomed like honey. She walked on the clouds, and her skirt and jacket drooped softly.

Her voice is like that of a lazy swallow or a delicate oriole, her figure is like the fluttering of a colorful butterfly, and her appearance is like a lotus emerging from the water.

With red lips and white hands, slender fingers, she exudes a natural charm, pretending to be angry and slightly happy, just like the beautiful scenery. No, she is three times more beautiful than the beautiful scenery.

The world became quiet and beautiful, as if there were only the two of them in the world.

Song Changzhou looked at Zhang Yuwan obsessively. This picture was deeply engraved in his mind. It not only amazed him, but also accompanied him through one lonely time after another. Time and time again, he relied on this memory to soothe his broken heart.