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

After returning to the military district’s family compound, Zhang Yuwan was depressed for a while and had no interest in doing anything.

It just so happened that Director Shi from the machinery factory came to the family compound again and invited Zhang Yuwan to help their factory translate documents. This time the conditions were very attractive, increasing from 38 yuan per month to 52 yuan per month.

This time, Zhang Yuwan did not hesitate and readily agreed to Director Shi's request.

Now she is an office worker and no longer goes to work twice a week. She goes to work every day except for her days off.

I don’t have a bad temper when I wake up, and I don’t have a procrastination problem. It turns out that sometimes the way to cure loss is to rely on your career.

You can be happy even if you are a cow or a horse.

Song Changzhou, on the other hand, had a lot of complaints. She was too active at work every day and even worked overtime several times. Sometimes she came home later than him, which made him very unhappy.

Now Steve is very enthusiastic about his work in the factory and has even learned Chinese. Although his pronunciation is strange, he loves to speak it. He doesn't care whether others can stand it or not, and he speaks Chinese whenever he gets the chance.

"Miss Zhang, you're working at Meitian now, for several episodes." Stephen was chatting with Zhang Yuwan today. "I want to warn my team leader that I'm feeling a little unwell today, so I need to take a leave."

Zhang Yuwan sympathized with his Chinese learning ability and said encouragingly, "Stephen, your Chinese is improving so quickly! You even knew to warn your team leader. I'm optimistic about you."

"I'm feeling so uncomfortable, can I have some Kung Pao Chicken and Mapo Tofu?" Steve had been wanting to order this dish for a long time, but the Sichuan chef was on leave and the one made by others was not authentic, so he acted pitifully and was sick in the hope of being able to eat it.

"Look at what you eat every day?" Zhang Yuwan looked at Stephen in disbelief. "Can you order in advance? What did you order yesterday?"

Where is justice? Where is it? She can choose not to eat Kung Pao Chicken and Mapo Tofu, but a plate of twice-cooked pork will do!

Stephen chuckled and counted on his fingers, "Braised pork rice, clay pot tofu stew, garlic spare ribs."

"Steven, I think we need to discuss your work. Why don't we talk about it while we eat?"

The two of them exchanged glances and knew for sure that they were excellent dining partners.

Master Niu from the machinery factory is a well-known chef. His family used to run a big restaurant and his cooking skills are impeccable. Zhang Yuwan boasted about a big bowl of rice, which was really rare for such a small stomach.

The braised pork rice is oily and has diced mushrooms, which is salty and delicious. The soup is thick and sticky. The tofu pot also contains fresh whole shrimps and large pieces of scallops, which are fresh, smooth and tender. The spare ribs are crispy, fragrant and soft, so delicious that you can't stop eating them.

It takes a lot of skill from the chef to create such flavor with simple ingredients.

Zhang Yuwan leaned back in the chair with her belly up, her eyes rolling around.

She had to find a way to get along well with Master Niu and let Mrs. Wu learn how to cook. This skill must not be lost.

Zhang Yuwan went back that day and packed up two boxes of Song Changzhou's good tea and two bottles of good wine.

After taking a shower in the evening, Zhang Yuwan opened the body lotion and applied it all over her body, thinking about what reason she could use to have a reasonable meal every day.

She picked up the bottle and found that the weight was wrong, it was much lighter, so she replaced it with a new one. It shouldn’t have suddenly disappeared by half!

Puzzled, she opened all her bottles and jars of skin care products and checked, only to discover that the total quantity was much less.

The skin care products were wearing off very quickly, and this happened only after she came back from her parents' home.

Sometimes women become suspicious without any evidence at all, just a little sixth sense and they feel something is wrong.

It’s not that she hasn’t thought about Mrs. Wu. After all, she and Song Changzhou are both at work and are not at home, so Mrs. Wu is the only one at home. But Mrs. Wu is not that indifferent.

Mrs. Wu had been working as a maid in her house for a long time, and they knew each other's habits. Zhang Yuwan had given Mrs. Wu the extra skin care products she had bought before, but Mrs. Wu didn't use them herself and gave her own set to her son's girlfriend.

While Zhang Yuwan was daydreaming while holding the skin care products, Song Changzhou walked into the bedroom casually wrapped in a bath towel, revealing his beautiful muscle lines.

There were still a few drops of water dripping from the man's wet hair. Although the weather was no longer so cold and damp, the temperature difference between morning and evening was still large. Zhang Yuwan couldn't help but nag, "Wear some clothes, so you don't have to worry about catching a cold."

"Whatever you wear, you'll have to take it off later anyway. It's so troublesome." The man said indifferently.

Zhang Yuwan: ...

Song Changzhou knelt on the bed with one leg and sniffed the woman, "What a nice smell!"

He couldn't help but kiss the woman on the face, "Wife, are you done? Let's go to bed!"

The slightly calloused hand slid over the woman's exposed back, touching her beautiful butterfly back. She was wearing a thin camisole. From the front, it looked like a normal bra design, which wrapped her breasts beautifully. The back design was very special, with a large backless design and a lace edge, shaped like butterfly wings just protecting her slender waist.

He was thinking absentmindedly that he should ask Master Duan to make a few more pieces with different styles. All of Zhang Yuwan's pajamas were sexy yet comfortable, which not only feasted his eyes but also felt great.

The experience is good whether you wear it or not.

Men don’t know that there is a kind of pajamas called erotic underwear, but he has this hobby.

"I'm not done yet." The woman said coquettishly.

She hadn't finished the skincare routine for her entire body yet, so she continued to hold the body lotion, squeezing some out onto her hands to blend it, then applied it to her forearms and arms with an elegant and careful gesture.

The man was watching with his blood boiling. He watched the woman apply the cream over and over again without missing any part. He was a little anxious, "Don't touch it all!"

Zhang Yuwan, who was sitting sideways on the bed applying lotion on her calves, raised her delicate little face and looked at the man with confusion.

"Leave me some room to eat!" He was so anxious that his Beijing accent came out.

This bastard, Zhang Yuwan grabbed an aromatherapy burner from the bedside table and threw it at him, but the man easily caught it.

The man laughed wildly, his almond-shaped eyes sparkling with anticipation as he looked at the woman. "Why don't you try honey water? It should be good for your skin too! I saw some of your skincare products say propolis or something."

"Get out of here! Your head is full of dirty shit." The woman was still so angry at his scoundrel look that her face turned red with shame.

The man knelt on the bed with his hands on either side of the woman, whispering softly, "Try it! Isn't this for the purpose of serving you better?"

After saying that, he took the woman's hand and untied her bathrobe, showing his strength.

"I'll personally mix some skincare products for you tomorrow. Make sure they work well." He whispered as he nuzzled into the crook of the woman's neck.

The woman blew a breath in his ear and licked his earlobe with her tongue, which made the man get goosebumps.

"Are you sure it's useful and not delicious?" The woman's eyes were full of affection, and her eyes were like flying autumn waves.

"Yeah~ both!" The man's last words disappeared in the sound of kissing, his head buried deep in Rufeng...

Zhang Yuwan finally retained a trace of consciousness: He didn't seem to have no interest in himself. He went out to look for game. Wasn't he full?