The unique fragrance of his daughter's house still lingers in his mind, and the soft touch on his palm is more like an electric current, reaching the tip of his heart through his arm, so he is like an electric shock, helping Mu Wanning as quickly as possible, and then letting go of his hand.

In the past, when I was with my comrades-in-arms in the army, when everyone was resting, regardless of whether they were superior or inferior, they all liked to make all kinds of jokes and say all kinds of nonsense. A group of strong-blooded old men, their favorite topic to talk about is women.

The recruit egg likes to discuss who is more clever in the female soldiers of the art troupe and the nurse in the medical class, and the favorite of the object and the newlywed is to put a small lace black and white photo in the pocket of the close-fitting clothes, and those who have been married for a period of time are all kinds of showing off how good their daughter-in-law is!

In short, all the topics are about how soft, fragrant, and good women are! When Song Chengyi accepted his mother's arrangement and asked the army for leave to go back to the wedding, everyone was also envious of him, and many people taught him various secrets as people who came over, and at that time he scoffed, isn't he just a woman? It's not a nose and two eyes, he really can't think of anything different.

Later, he didn't even touch the woman's hand, and he felt that the woman was not a good creature, especially the daughter-in-law candidate his mother selected, and he didn't even have the most basic sense of responsibility.

As for the two women he is closest to, his mother is a confused person, he can't know people clearly, and his sister is also a headache, she will be 25 next year, and she is not married, and the family is dying, in a word, women, too troublesome and weak!

Until today, until now, he felt that women were really different from them men who were full of muscles, so fragrant, so soft, just close, probably because of the pain of being hit by his hard chest, the little woman in front of him, her eyes were full of tears, and her skin was even more white and red, so tender that she could pinch out the water.

For a moment, he really didn't want to let go, and he wanted to take advantage of the situation and hugged this woman tightly in his arms, he was taken aback by his own thoughts, and quickly let go, wanting to turn around and run.

He attributed it all to the fact that he usually doesn't have contact with girls.

With hot cheeks and red ears, he walked to the cafeteria with evening lemons, fortunately, the usual training sun and rain were drenched, although he was not very dark, but at least he didn't look closely, and he couldn't see that his face was a little abnormal.

Where there are people, there is gossip, and the army, a place full of iron men, is no exception. When Song Chengyi took Mu Wanning to the canteen, only a few little soldiers who came late were still eating, and when they saw the legendary cold-faced Song camp commander who did not enter the woman, he brought a woman to the canteen at this moment, everyone's eyes widened, and they forgot to swallow a mouthful of steamed buns or porridge in their mouths.

Song Chengyi pointed to one of the empty seats: "You go there and sit and wait for me, I'll go and see what else to eat." ”

Mu Wanning nodded and walked in the direction he pointed.

Soon, Song Chengyi made two servings of white porridge, four steamed buns, and two eggs in an aluminum lunch box, and Wan Ning sat upright and waited for him like a primary school student.

Song Chengyi put the porridge, steamed buns and one of the eggs in front of her, and at the same time filled the other steamed bun and egg in a paper bag, and said, "Bring this to your sister later." Then he began to swallow the porridge with his head down, and he ate quickly, but not rudely at all.