The Soul Has Passed Through the 70S, and the Pretty Little Girl Is Following the Army

[Soul wear + officer + marry first, love later + space + make a fortune] My name is Su Qingyan, and I have been Su Jinxiu for 70 years. There is an extra space in my body - first aid kit, supermarket, and black soil have become my reliance in this era. But without covering up the heat, he bumped into Gu Tingshen. This "Gu Lengmian" lives next door to me, but he happens to be my brother's immediate boss. My brother got promoted, so I, a kitchen loser, had to throw a celebration party. The rolling pin shook like chaff in my hand, and the dough rolled out was rougher than a shoe insole. "The hand is crooked." The voice coming from behind Leng Buding startled me, and Gu Tingshen's hand suddenly came up. There were thin calluses on his palms, which made my hands feel hot. "Roll it hard." His chin almost rubbed the top of my hair, and I could hear his heartbeat over the sound of wood fire on the stove. "Brother Gu's teaching method is really special!" The tips of his ears turned red, he let go of his hand and took half a step back, but still said harshly: "It's just a demonstration." When it was available for purchase by the marketing agency, he pointed to the pink cloth on the counter and said, "Wrap this piece of cloth." Salesperson Wang smiled: "Buying cloth for your partner?" He didn't deny it, he just pushed the cloth to me, his eyes were so hot that my face burned: "It looks good on you." Who knew there were hot coals hidden under this iceberg? But the snake-shaped mark left by the trafficker and the spy's transmitter pierced my heart like needles. Fortunately, penicillin in the space saved the wounded, and mechanical knowledge repaired the damaged parts. When Gu Tingshen helped me to stand in front of me, I understood that his "drop in" and "demonstration" - what he meant was coldness, it was clearly the gentleness that protected me under his wings.