"Su Wan, you're a little widow of a poor man, exchanging you for 50 yuan in gifts and food stamps is a way of flattering you!"
"Do you want this promotion? I, Su Wan, have decided on this kiss today!"
At the end of the 1970s, Su Wan, a beautiful widow in desperate situation, grabbed the cold-faced officer Huo Zheng who was passing by to visit relatives with a letter of introduction from the brigade.
It is rumored that Captain Huo has great military exploits, but he is cold-faced and cruel. The most important thing is that he has hurt his roots. He is a dead heir!
"Captain Huo, do you need a contracted wife who can wash and cook? You don't want to have a baby."
Huo Zheng's eyes darkened slightly, staring at Jiaojiao, who had a slim waist, long legs, and red eyes. His rough fingertips brushed the corners of her eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly: "Go to the commune, get the certificate, and stay with the army all night."
Everyone in the compound laughed at Su Wan for being a widowed vixen.
Until late one night, Su Wan's eyes were full of spring water, and she was trying to escape from the Tongzi Tower while holding on to her sore waist, but was blocked behind the door by a tall man.
The man gasped and pinched her soft flesh: "Be good, military marriage is difficult to divorce. Since the doctor said that I am infertile, let's try a few more times. What if there is a miracle?"
What if the promised heir cannot be eliminated? ! Who spread the rumor about this leg-weakening physical strength?
