An administrative agency office in Kyoto.
"Report."
"Please come in."
A certain first-level military commander walked in and saluted solemnly, and then said: "Chief, you'd better take a look at this application."
Yan Weiguo was flipping through the documents, "Ah, Xiao Wang, sit down."
"I don't dare to disturb the chief.
It's the request of Commander Yan."
The other party added.
"Yes."
Yan Weiguo took off his glasses and reached out to take them.
After taking a look, he put the application aside and said, "Okay, I understand.
You go back first.
I'll see you if anything happens."
It was not difficult to approve this application, but because it was the chief's son, he still sent the application over.
It was better for the chief to review it personally.
After the other party performed the military salute again, he exited the office.
After working for a long time, Yan Weiguo seriously picked up the application report.
After reading it, he opened the drawer on the right side and put the application in.
"Auntie, are you not sleeping well?"
Wen Wen saw that He Wenyan was not in high spirits today.
She didn't eat much during the meal.
She made pan-fried fish in the evening and ate it with steamed rice.
It was very fragrant, and the soup was also Shrimp seafood soup, although it is just a handful of shrimps caught in the water and a few vegetable leaves thrown in, the clear soup is very delicious and refreshing and can remove the greasiness, but He Wenyan seems to have a poor appetite.
"Well, there are a lot of things going on in the hospital these days, so I don't get much rest."
He Wenyan replied casually.
The hospital is really busy these days.
Yan Weiguo hasn't been back at home for several days.
She was not his original wife in the first place.
He He has no emotional basis for himself, and given his position, it is normal for him not to come back for several days.
What makes He Wenyan exhausted is that every time she carefully hopes to connect to Jiji on the phone, she always asks him when he will come back.
She doesn't even dare to ask what he is busy with.
His reply is always, you eat first, don't wait for me.
Occasionally he would say, thank you for your hard work and hang up the phone.
It would bring tears to her eyes.
Now I see that Wenxin and Yan Weiguo's son are getting along well.
She is here.
What was Yan Weiguo's son like at home before?
Pass the spoon.
Yan Zeyang is attentive and considerate to Wen Wenyan, and you can tell that he takes it into his heart without even looking at it, but Yan Weiguo will never treat her like this.
The loss in He Wenyan's heart is inevitable.
When she got married, she knew there would be such a result, but she felt that her feelings It can be cultivated, but now I find that no matter how much you maintain it, it can't compete with the less time together and more separation between two people.
"Aunt He, I have some medicated oil to help you sleep.
I'll send it to you soon.
It's very effective."
It's actually lavender essential oil, which can relax your mood and help you fall asleep quietly.
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Because the system extracts it more purely, it has a very good effect. .
Yan Motou glanced at Wen Xin while holding the dish.
He and He Wenyan were not on bad terms.
How did she marry his father, Yan Weiguo?
He knew very well that she interrupted the abacus.
His father did not like pillow talk.
Damn it, she is like this now and there is nothing she can do.
After being glanced at by Yan Motou, Wenxin hurriedly curled up his neck and lowered his head to eat.
After a while, Yan Zeyang casually took a chopstick of fresh clams and eggs to Wenxin.
He Wenyan was not in a good mood and did not see it.
Wen Xin ate the egg clams he brought over.
He licked his lips happily and ate it.
Sure enough, they had kissed each other.
In the past, he would not use his chopsticks to carry food to others.
As long as a man and a woman had kissed each other, Now that you have a son, you don’t dislike her anymore.
You’ve already kissed her, so why should you dislike her?
If Yan Motou wants to hate someone, he really hates it, but if he likes someone, he really likes it.
During this meal, he glanced at Wen Xin countless times, always paying attention to her needs.
She wanted to fill a bowl of soup, but he They were all scooped into bowls.
Wen Xin smiled with a smile on her face and nodded in her heart.
Well, in the original world, she couldn't find a man who was so suitable to her taste, who was good-looking, abstinent and considerate.
After dinner, Wenxin poured some lavender essential oil and gave it to He Wenyan.
He Wenyan really hadn't had a good rest in the past two days.
When Wenxin brought it over, she just gave it a try.
Unexpectedly, after closing her eyes for a while, she really felt like it. fell asleep.
Afraid of disturbing He Wenyan's rest, Wenxin took a shower lightly, applied moisturizing oil all over her body, and took care of her hair.
After letting it dry for a while, she returned to the room.
She looked at the time and it was already nine o'clock.
She was lying on the bed.
She tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
This time it was her turn to suffer from insomnia.
The insomnia was of course because of the meat in her mouth.
She looked dry and couldn't eat it.
It was really irritating.
She stood up suddenly, put on some clothes and quietly walked upstairs with her feet.
The bedroom door on the second floor was not closed tightly, and there was a faint light in the gap.
Wen Xin took off the clothes he was wearing and threw them on the sofa.
Then he took Yan Zeyang and put a clean white shirt on the sofa and put it on.
The hem of the clothes just reached her thighs, revealing her attractive and beautiful legs as white as snow.
There was an ultimate temptation when she moved slightly.
Wen Xin pushed her long hair back, walked over and slowly opened the door.
Yan Qingze was leaning on the bed and reading a book on military matters.
His hair was wet and looked like it had just been washed.
He was wearing a black vest, which exposed his strong shoulders and chest muscles.
The muscles on his body were not like the gym eggs of later generations.
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Large muscle groups, those muscles have no strength at all, just like flowers in a greenhouse.
They cannot withstand the maiming.
If you fight with someone who has really trained them, they will just get beaten.
Yan Motou's muscles are the kind of muscles that are hidden under the skin and contain huge energy that you can tell are very powerful at a glance.
They are the kind of powerful muscles that can be disabled with one punch.
This kind of muscle is more streamlined and more hidden.
Only It only emerged with a slight exertion on his part, and now he is obviously in a relaxed state.
However, as soon as Wen Xin came in, Yan Zeyang looked up at her in shock, seeing that she was wearing her own shirt and almost dropped the large book in her hand.
The muscles in my arms and shoulders were tense again, and there were veins in my neck.
Yan Motou felt that the panic he had never experienced in his life was about to emerge in his heart.
"It's so late, what are you doing up here?
Go back quickly."
He stood up from the bed immediately as if on fire.
When he walked over, he blocked Wen Xin on the desk and asked her to go back to her room.
Under the dim desk lamp, Wen Xin's snow-white face was a little aggrieved.
He pursed his lips and looked at Yan Motou, who was staring at her nervously and wanting to chase her away.
It was not like this in her room before, but he couldn't put it down.
Her cheeks were pink and she looked at him holding her armpits with his hands, and then As a result, he later restrained himself and reached out to button her clothes.
It’s not human to be able to persevere even though things are like this.
The more he talked, the more warm he stayed.
Her hand passed across the desk in his room, spotless.
Yan Motou's room was not much to look at, it was square and square, everything was neatly arranged, even the wrinkles of the army green sheets were smooth, as if no one was sleeping there.
No wonder, no wonder she worked so hard to tease him.
The man in front of him is a very self-disciplined man.
Is he the kind of self-disciplined man who can control everything if he controls himself?
hehe.
Wenxin walked to his bed and sat down.
Yan Motou's expression was ugly.
He walked up to her, lowered his head and said to her sternly: "We can't make any more mistakes.
This is a matter of principle.
It's so late and you are not suitable to stay in the room.
Go back and wait."
We will get married later."
Before he could finish speaking, Wen Xin lowered his head and started to unbutton his shirt.
The frightened Demon Head quickly stretched out his hand to stop her, "You can't take it off, it's too shameful.
You still look like a lesbian and you didn't put it on for me."
Demon Head Yan almost shouted at her.
"Then what should I do if I miss you?
I miss you and can't sleep, so I want to hold you.
I also want you to hug me.
Why don't you hug me?
I'm empty, lonely and cold."
Wen Xin threw herself into his arms and started acting coquettishly.
"Why is it cold?"
Yan Motou quickly hugged her tightly, "Who told you to wear so little?
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Go back and put on your clothes."
Wenxin: ""Is this male protagonist so confused about amorous feelings?
"Then help me warm up.
I'll go back when I'm warm."
Wen Xin put her toes on his neck, pressed her face against his strong chest, and asked him without any shame.
"Nuan" Yan Motou grabbed her shoulders, almost discussing with her.
He hugged her and lowered his voice and said: "Go back, be obedient, wait a few days, I"
Wenxin didn't wait for him to finish, and broke away from him.
His shirt was already too big for her.
When he came in, the collar was crooked on one shoulder, revealing half of his shoulder.
Under the light, it looked like A charming fairy, a pure and enchanting rabbit monster with white skin and red lips.
Who has seen such extreme beauty in this era?
No matter how powerful Yama is in the army and how strong his self-control is, he has never seen a woman wearing his shirt, looking at him with a pure and charming face, facing him He slightly opened his bright red lips.
The top two buttons of the dress were opened long ago, and the collar slowly slid down, exposing the shoulders and collarbone, and then stuck to the chest like a big V dress in the original world.
"Wen Xin" Yan Mo Tou's tone was already very stern, "I'm warning you, you can't" Before he finished speaking, the nightmare reappeared.
The front button was unbuttoned in one fell swoop.
Yan Mo was choked there and had nothing to say.
Wen Xin knew in the afternoon that he liked her so much that he couldn't put it down and couldn't put it down.
So, she repeats her old tricks, and she doesn't believe that she can't be flirted with.
For an abstinent man, if you want to have a spiritual relationship with him, you may not be able to have a relationship for at least two or three years.
After two or three years, Wenxin is sure that you don't have the patience.
And she is like this now, under the dim light, there is a photo of a celebrity magazine printed on the title page of a modern photo-style, which is an unbearable temptation for any man in this era.
Inside the closed bedroom door.
It was so quiet, no one knew what was going on inside.
Only occasionally there are a few subtle human voices and soft sounds.
Until half an hour later, Wenxin's shirt was messy and he was picked up by Yama Motou.
His two snow-white calves were kicking in his arms.
Yan Motou lowered his head and kissed her lips as he walked, and Wenxin's weight came to him.
Say, no pressure.
He held her in his arms with strong arms, walked downstairs steadily, and carried her all the way back to her room.
After putting her on the bed, he couldn't help but kiss her several times.
Wen Xin refused to let him kiss her, and turned over on the bed angrily.
When he was put down just now, she kicked him several times dishonestly, which showed that she was more angry in her heart.
Is she so charming now?
He actually held it back.
He was truly a hero with an iron will.
She was a little respected and afraid of him.
His willpower would have been different during the Anti-Japanese War, and he would never be tortured no matter what.
The heroic figures who betrayed the country, just like the ones in anti-Japanese films, are really awe-inspiring and heart-warming.
If she hadn't felt that he was responding, she would have doubted whether there was something wrong with him.
"Go to sleep."
He said in a low voice, standing beside her bed for a long time, then walked out softly, closed the door, and exhaled warmly.
Forget it, she kicked the quilt to her feet, faced the window, and fell asleep unwillingly. gd1806102: