Pick a Military Advisor to Be Your Husband

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, two people sat opposite each other under the moon, with a plate of mooncakes on the table. Mr. Kong Ming said: The moonlight is very beautiful today. Can Su Su write a poem? Su Su was stunned, swallowed the cake, and said: Sir, I am not good at composing poetry... Mr. Kong Ming smiled and said: Just do your best. Su Su's eyes widened and she said: Okay, okay... So, he cleared his throat and said leisurely: The bright moon in the sky is like a cake on a plate... Mr. Kong Ming pricked up his ears and listened to the previous poem, and breathed a sigh of relief... It was quite normal... But after looking at Su Su's sly eyes, it seemed that nothing good was going to happen next... She looked at the cakes on the plate with a strange look, and sighed: How many cakes are there? Only three or four... Kong Ming holds his forehead… Hi, hello new friend, I just don't drink soup. I will be a guest in your life from now on, and I will do my best to bring you joy! Love you! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.