As soon as the first leg gave away the ashes of her deceased husband, the second leg's mother-in-law wanted to take away the military medals and pensions and sell their three-year-old son at a good price? Su Qing held the portrait of her deceased husband, kicked over the mourning hall, and moved her son into the military compound overnight. Everyone said that she was Jeff's nemesis, a beautiful and thorny widow's rose that no one dared to touch.
However, Lu Feng, a cold-blooded commander with great military exploits and a lack of womanizing, would come to her house every two days.
"Comrade Su Qing, I will repair the water pipes."
"Comrade Su Qing, I will replace the tiles on your roof."
"Comrade Su Qing, I will take care of the child while you rest."
The gossip in the military compound almost blew the roof off, saying that she, a martyr's widow, was not keeping her duty and hooked up with her late husband's direct superior.
Until that night, Lu Feng blocked her in the kitchen, and his tall figure completely enveloped her. The man's calloused hand that had been holding the gun all year round brushed her reddish cheek, and his voice was hoarse due to restraint: "They are right, I have been harboring ill intentions toward you. From the first time I met you."
Before Su Qing could react, her three-year-old son ran over with a bottle and hugged Lu Feng's thigh: "Uncle Lu, mom said you can stay and tell me a bedtime story tonight!"
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