Luo Zhiyong is a person who does not show his feelings, he was extremely embarrassed by Xiao Juzi's words, coughed embarrassedly, picked up the salute with one hand, pushed Fang Pingying forward with the other, and greeted Xiao Juzi with a light smile,

"Okay, I won't talk about it today, I have to go back to the house to pack my things, and Ming'er will bring her to your house to recognize the door."

After taking a few steps forward, he seemed to remember something, and turned around and said to Xiao Juzi, "By the way, your Huang Lin estimates that he will not come back until a while, he sent my younger brother to his uncle's construction site, if he comes back without eating, let him come to my house to eat." ”

"I know, he told me." Xiao Juzi smiled slightly, waved at them and said, "Don't worry about eating, that guy will definitely not let himself starve outside." ”

After saying hello to Xiao Juzi, Luo Zhiyong led Fang Pingying back to his house.

Their room was in the most important room on the second floor, and as soon as Luo Zhiyong opened the door, Fang Pingying looked at the familiar things inside, and felt a little emotional.

The house assigned to them by the troops was not large, it was a one-bedroom room with a kitchen and bathroom, and the furniture in it was extremely simple, such as tables and cabinets.

In her previous life, she had lived here for a long time, but she was tired of the boring life here.

Now, she thinks that's enough.

Luo Zhiyong saw Fang Pingying staying at the door, and pulled her into the house with a smile, "What's wrong?" ”

Unwilling to let him see that he still had memories of this place, she covered it up and said, "It's nothing, I'm a little tired after a day's car ride today." ”

Luo Zhiyong nodded, put down his things, and walked towards the kitchen, "Then you clean up, go take a shower first, and I'll cook some noodles." Eat simply in the evening, tomorrow is a holiday, let's go out to buy vegetables together, and by the way, invite a few families next door to eat. ”

"Where's the face? I'll do it. Fang Pingying said, and was about to follow him to the kitchen.

But Luo Zhiyong stopped her with a smile, "I'll come, you go and pack your things first, and I'll boil water for you." This gas stove boils water quickly and will be good soon. ”

Seeing Luo Zhiyong's insistence, Fang Pingying went with him and went back to the bedroom to pack her things.

I don't know how the unit's room is set up, but the bedroom seems to be much more spacious than the living room.

There is a bed here, as well as cabinets and other things, and there are also a large bookshelf and desk and other things, and I think it will be the same as Luo Zhiyong's study over there.

Fang Pingying put the bag of pastries directly in the living room, thinking that Ming'er would take it out and give some to the family who came to eat.

She folded her clothes out. Then the clothes that should be hung in the cabinet are hung in the cabinet with a drying rack, and everything that can be folded is folded and placed on the lower level of the cabinet.

When I put the clothes, I also cleaned up Luo Zhiyong's clothes by the way.

The two of them didn't have many clothes, and the small cabinet of the army was still empty, Fang Pingying thought that after cleaning up here, the two of them would have to buy a few clothes.

That's it, in case the two of them go anywhere, they don't have a decent dress to wear.

While packing up, Luo Zhiyong came in from outside, "Go take a bath." The water is boiled. ”

Seeing that she had just come, he was busy packing his clothes, and he rolled them up and threw them into the cupboard, frowning. "In the future, there will be time to clean up, go take a shower first, and I'll go below."

Fang Pingying packed up her clothes, and was messed up by him, and glanced at him with disgust. "Look at you, I've almost packed it up, and I'll have to get it all over again."

Luo Zhiyong smiled faintly, reached out and stroked the hair in her ear, saw that her eyes were dark, and said softly, "Ming'er again, aren't you tired today, I fell asleep in the car just now." ”

Luo Zhiyong rarely seemed to be so attentive to her when he was at home, Fang Pingying seemed to be a little uncomfortable, she smiled faintly, and said, "I slept a lot, I was in a lot of energy, and I was not as sleepy as before." ”

"Did you sleep badly last night?"

Fang Pingying nodded, telling the truth, "Well, thinking about taking the car, thinking that I can see you today, I haven't slept much." ”

"Silly girl." When Luo Zhiyong heard this, his heart softened, he stretched out his hand and hugged Fang Pingying into his arms, and then urged her, "Go take a bath, bring water to you in the bathroom, and come out to eat noodles when you're done." ”

Fang Pingying nodded, then picked up the packed clothes and went into the bathroom.

Fang Pingying took a quick shower, and when she saw that there was still a lot of water left, she washed her hair by the way.

After a day on the train, the smell of the train could not be dispersed on my body and hair.

After she finished it, Luo Zhiyong just cooked the noodles and served them outside from the kitchen.

Seeing that Fang Pingying had even washed her hair, he frowned lightly and asked her, "Why did you even wash your hair, is the water hot enough?" ”

Fang Pingying nodded, "That's enough, two whole barrels." ”

"Cheng, dry your hair, and it's time to eat."

Fang Pingying's hair was waist-high when it was scattered, and she couldn't wipe it all at once, so she wrapped her hair in a towel first, thinking that she would wipe it after eating.

went to the dining table and looked at the two bowls of noodles on the table, Fang Pingying was a little surprised.

When I was at home in the past, the housework at home was done by Fang Pingying and other women, and Luo Zhiyong rarely went into the kitchen, because people in the countryside still had the same old ideas as before, and felt that men often wandered around the kitchen without interest.

At most, Luo Zhiyong helped Fang Pingying burn the fire a few times in the kitchen, and Fang Pingying never knew that he was so capable.

The boiled noodles are moderately soft and hard, and each bowl of noodles is fried with poached eggs, tomatoes and vegetables, which is simply full of color and flavor, which makes people look at the index finger.

Luo Zhiyong came out, saw Fang Pingying's face surprised, and said with a smile, "What's the matter, I don't believe I have such good craftsmanship." ”

Fang Pingying looked at him and pouted dissatisfiedly, "The craftsmanship is so good, why don't you do it at home." ”

"My mom won't let me do it." Luo Zhiyong also sat down at the table and asked with a smile, "By the way, how is the family doing for a while." ”

Fang Pingying thought about it and didn't know how to answer, so she chose a nice sentence, "Fortunately, my parents are in good health." ”

Luo Zhiyong nodded, and asked again, "What about Cuilan, is she going to get a marriage certificate at the end of this month?"

"I guess I can't get it." Fang Pingying originally didn't want the two to talk about these unhappy things as soon as they met, but since he asked, she couldn't hide it from him, and always had to let him know.

"What's wrong?" Luo Zhiyong had a bad premonition in his heart, and the chopsticks he was holding in his hand were also put down.

"She was instigated by the Zhang family to shed the child again a few days ago." Fang Pingying didn't go around in circles, and directly told Luo Zhiyong the truth of the matter, including the matter of her blaming Fang Xiu.

She felt that Luo Zhiyong, as the eldest brother, should know these things at home. (To be continued.) )

PS: There was something going on yesterday, and I changed the text to three o'clock, and I got up at eight o'clock today, so sleepy, woo. Or ask for a monthly pass.

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