[Seventy years + military marriage + double cleansing + mistaken identity + crazy criticism of beauties + cute baby god assists]
"Tie this money-losing guy to me tightly! Only Wang Fool's family can afford a gift of 300 yuan in these ten miles away. No matter what you do today, you have to make this raw rice into a cooked meal!"
Ji Weiwei traveled to the 1970s and became a doormat who was drugged by a top relative of her mother's family and was about to be sold to a fool in exchange for a bride price. Next to her was a three-year-old cute baby whose father was said to be unknown.
Ji Weiwei went crazy on the spot, pierced the table with a scalpel, picked up the cute baby and ran away, straight to the military compound!
Her goal is: to find someone to take the blame, oh no, to find the "dead father" of the child to take responsibility.
It was raining heavily, so she stopped the wrong car and ran into the arms of Xie Yanzhou, the most cold-faced and abstinent person in the entire military region. At this time, the medicine was taking effect and she was unbearably hot.
Looking at the general star on the man's shoulder, Ji Weiwei's eyes turned red, her little hands wandered restlessly on his tight abdominal muscles, and she softly shouted: "Husband, I brought the child to you..."
