Ning Qing had thought quite a bit last night, so he didn't want to worry his mother even more, "No, I wouldn't argue once every 200 years. I reckoned that he came back late last night, and was afraid of waking me up, so I didn't go in."

she said casually.

Ren Huiqing heaved a sigh of relief, "That's good. "What the hell! When I first came in, he was stuttering and not making a sound, scaring me so much that I broke out in a cold sweat!"

The mother and daughter chatted, not noticing the man at the door.

Lu Qingyao heard his wife and mother-in-law's words and his eyes sunk. He did not know what was going on as he walked in.

The mother and daughter did not speak again when they saw the man walk in.

Ning Qing stood up and said to his mother: "Mom, I'll go cook first."

Lu Qingyao followed him in, and Ren Huiqing stopped thinking about helping.

In the kitchen.

Seeing that the man had walked in, Ning Qing spoke hesitantly: "What did you eat last night?"

To speak for the first time since the cold war was somewhat awkward.

"I just ate a little. In the morning, I will eat something light, so I don't want to listen to the construction, what kind of noodle pimples do I have to eat? "

Yesterday afternoon, Lu Jianshe requested for the morning noodles to be eaten — —

Lu Qingyao thought that this brat really wanted to eat the Stir-fried Meat With Bamboo Shoots!

"Regimental Commander Lu, your son called for this yesterday."

"Ignore him."

Ning Qing grinned, "How much do you despise your son?"

"It was originally so. Whose family has that noodle spot in the morning?"

The woman smiled and said nothing.

"That day, because of my problem, Comrade Tao's arm was injured. Since she was not going to the hospital, I had to bandage her wound."

Ning Qing was startled. Was this an explanation from the first time they had met?

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"Being a comrade is a habit, plus you just got frightened, so you wanted to quickly finish it and help you kill the chickens."

Who knew that within a few minutes, his wife would leave without even looking back.

Regimental Commander Lu felt wronged when she said this.

The woman crouched down, looking straight into Regimental Commander Lu's eyes, "Lu Qingyao, I'm especially concerned about you touching other women, no matter who she is or what kind of identity she has, you have to keep your distance from me."

This time, Tao Baixin was only taken care of by a man because he was injured.

After all, on the surface, he did not reveal that Regimental Commander Lu really likes you.

Every time Tao Baixin came to look for the Regimental Commander Lu, he had a job to do.

The man raised his hand and rubbed it on his wife's face before revealing a relieved smile. "Sorry, wife, wife, I feel like you care for me even more than I imagined."

He held his wife in his arms and smirked. "That's great."

Ning Qing lightly patted Regimental Commander Lu's chest, and said half ferociously: "That's right, I admit it, I care about you to death! I'll let you off this time. If you commit another offense, I'll make it so that you won't even be able to sleep in the living room. "

Her heart ached when she heard her husband's words.

Lu Qingyao kissed the woman's cheeks, "Okay."

At this moment, a puzzled voice came out of the building — —

"Dad, Mom? "What are you doing?"

Ning Qing's face reddened, and she quickly stood up, "Your father was burnt by the smoke, let me blow his eyes for him."

The man's thin lips moved in dissatisfaction. His wife's ability to lie with her eyes opened was becoming more and more powerful!

He looked at the nearby electric light bulb and said unhappily, "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, grandma is here."

"I opened the door for your grandmother." Without the soft jade in his arms, Regimental Commander Lu was angered to the point that he was about to die from anger towards the light bulb of the 'Construction Card'.

He thought: If the boy had come in to talk about it, he would have hung him up and beaten him.

"So it's like that." He yawned, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and hugged his mother's calf. "Mom, are you making me pimples?"

Ning Qing was busy cooking, he casually glanced at his pitiful son and coughed: "Your father doesn't allow it."

"Why?"

Hearing that, Qiu Jianhan looked angrily at his father.

"Whose family has the pastry in the morning?"

"At our house."

"If you go back and sleep, you might dream about it."

"Mom, see how dad bullies me."

Ning Qing was a little worried from being glued to by her son, she quickly replied: "Ancestor, be careful not to spatter your body, how about I let him wash your clothes?"

Jiu Zun hugged his mother's calves and looked at his father who had his head turned sideways. He asked in puzzlement, "Wasn't it also dad who had washed before?"

"Hm, this time there will be more."

The woman felt that her son was getting annoyed and asked him to find the delicious food her grandma brought. The kitchen finally quieted down.

She muttered, "Why is Construction up so early today?"

The Regimental Commander Lu snappily replied, "I was thinking about the noodle."

"…"

After finishing breakfast, Lu Qingyao went to the army.

The few children were still thinking about the books that Ning Qing had picked up, and continued to sleep upstairs after breakfast.

Only Ning Qing who was bored to death remained in the living room, looking at his daughter's embroidery.

For a moment, it was very quiet.

Ren Huiqing glanced at his daughter who was busy herself, "I heard from Ranran that you went out a few days ago?"

"Yes, we ran into a landslide in the neighboring province. Our hospital sent a few people out."

Ning Qing cleaned up the flowers that were returned, and when he turned around to see his mother looking at her thoughtfully, he asked in surprise: "What's wrong?"

"Xiangjun said that there was a journalist who was rather close to Qing Yao."

"Ah?" This... Hmm, not bad! The two of them are comrade-in-arms. "

Ning Qing did not think that the children would talk about this with his mother, casually saying that they wanted to end the conversation.

Ren Huiqing looked at his daughter's heartless reply, and snorted resentfully, before sitting beside her.

"Girl, you're really generous. You didn't even express anything when our female comrade was so close to your man?"

"Every time they come, they talk about work. I can't..." "Ouch."

The woman rubbed her head that had been knocked, and looked innocently at mother. "Mom, how old am I?

"I'll let you have a long memory! Even Xiangjun could tell that something was wrong, and said that you were in a bad mood that day, so you left home in anger! "

"This... "Hmm, didn't I say so?"

"Only a fool would leave."

Ning Qing, "..."

Well, what could she say? The mission was too urgent, what could he do?

After Ren Huiqing finished looking down on his daughter, he said, "You must be aware of the troubles you cause. People like you who have bad tempers only know how to be silly and happy everyday. What if one day, Qing Yao decided to turn her back on her? What would I do then?

Ning Qing, "..."

Why was she sitting here looking for trouble? Was this his mother? Did she ever say that she was her own daughter!?

The woman expressed that she didn't dare to say anything due to her anger.

She took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Mom, I know my limits."

"You really know?"

Ning Qing promised again and again as he nodded his head.

Ren Huiqing looked up and down suspiciously, and disdainfully said, "Oh yeah, I heard Xiangdang said that the reporter also went there, did something happen?"

As she spoke, she picked up a flower beside her and casually looked at it.

"Eh …" Ning Qing pondered, whether or not he should keep it a secret.

In the next second, he felt pain on his wrist.

She cried out, and frowned as she looked at the culprit, mother was holding a vine.

Hm? Where did your mother come from? Oh yeah, Ranran wanted it to be brought back by that unlucky kid, Xiangjun.

"Nothing happened …"

Ning Qing regained his senses, reached out for the flower in front of his mother, and tried to bring it along with him.

Ren Huiqing quickly placed the vine in his hand on the back of his daughter's hand and said sternly: "I, Ren Huiqing am not stupid, even if my daughter is stupid, she would not be so stupid that I cannot see anything clearly. Do you need me to change you and help you loosen your bones? "

The tone behind her became heavier and heavier, no longer the joking tone she had previously used.

He could hear that she was angry!