Cold-Faced Chief and the Capitalist Miss Who Wants to Keep the Child But Ditch the Father

"70s Time Travel + Military Marriage Sweet Story + Face-Slapping and Scumbag Humiliation + Space System + Marriage Before Love + Dual Chastity"

After waking up, Zhu Yunyao transmigrat...

Chapter 153 My Miss Zhu

Chapter 153 My Miss Zhu

Zhu Yunwei's head buzzed and went blank in an instant.

Her soft lips moved, and she murmured in disbelief: "What did you just say? You want to..."

"I want to have a baby with you, is that okay?"

Feng Shuo's Adam's apple moved more quickly, his breathing became trembling, and the muscles along his jawline tensed.

But his cold black eyes always locked onto Zhu Yunying's eyes, not letting her escape his sight, as if only in this way could he truly glimpse into her heart.

"Is it okay? You said you wanted to have a baby, didn't you?"

Feng Shuo's voice was deliberately soft, for fear of disturbing the girl in his arms who was lost in thought. Only by stroking the girl's waist uncontrollably with his palm could he barely calm his inner anxiety.

"Why? Don't you want one? I asked you about it before. When we were buying the tub, you stormed off the moment the child was mentioned. Then I said I wanted to learn tailoring, and when we talked about the child, you fell silent again...

"That means you don't want a child? At least, not with me."

Zhu Yunwei muttered, confusion and astonishment flashing in her eyes.

It seemed that Feng Shuo's rejection was natural and could be easily accepted.

But in response to his proactive gestures of goodwill, she became timid and dared not approach him.

When Feng Shuo heard this, his heart felt like it was being pricked by a needle.

His throat was dry, and for a moment he couldn't find any reason to defend himself.

The deep eyes are like a bottomless cold pond, quiet and lonely.

After a long while, he finally spoke in a low voice: "It's not that I don't want a child, I just have some concerns...but it should be okay now. Trust me."

Believe me……

When Feng Shuo said these three words, his heart was beating like a drum, as if he was taking an oath.

It was not until this moment that he truly understood the excitement and joy of wanting to nurture the fruit of love with his beloved.

It's not a momentary infatuation, but a path that I'm determined to take after careful consideration.

At this moment, he only felt guilty.

The disease of infertility made him hesitant and he rejected Zhu Yunwei again and again.

It was his problem, but Zhu Yunying had to bear the responsibility for it.

With emotions surging, Feng Shuo could no longer control himself and hugged the woman in his arms tightly again. He leaned over and kissed her, from her eyebrows to her nose, and then to her soft lips that delighted him so much.

He became furious and kept rubbing Zhu Yunwei's lips, expecting a response of approval.

Breathing is deep and the breaths blend together.

He murmured and begged again and again: "Yun Yao, Yun Yao..."

Zhu Yunying felt so hot all over from the kiss that she could hardly bear it anymore. She wanted to quietly retreat to the side, but Feng Shuo grabbed her lower back with his big hand.

One of his hands slowly moved up, placed on the back of her head and pressed her into his arms, as if wanting to merge into one with her.

Zhu Yunying could not bear his enthusiasm. Her face turned red and her heart beat fast. She was so embarrassed that she didn't even have the courage to look up at him.

Feng Shuo, this bastard, once he fell in love, he could only catch a glimpse of his own shadow in his eyes, as if he wanted to lock her up. He did not hide his possessiveness at all, and his heart and eyes were filled with himself.

"……good."

Zhu Yunying didn't know how she started talking, and she just agreed to what Feng Shuo said.

Then, he kissed her passionately, making her feel dizzy and unable to do anything but beg for mercy.

"Be gentle... What if I have a baby now?"

Zhu Yunyao was really scared and tried to escape from Feng Shuo's arms with her hands and feet, but she heard the bastard bragging shamelessly:

"That means you're a great man!"

“…”

Feng Shuo rubbed Zhu Yunhuai's lower back, sighed with satisfaction, dodged her struggling fists, slid down, put his furry head on her chest, and listened attentively.

After listening for a while, he looked up at Zhu Yunying obediently, with the corners of his mouth rising uncontrollably, as if he was relieved and a little complacent.

"I thought I was the only one who was nervous. Yun Wei, are you nervous or looking forward to it?"

Zhu Yunying's hand fell on Feng Shuo's cheek, flattening and rounding the man's firm and tense lines, and squeezing his lips into a ball, leaving him no chance to retort.

She seemed to have made up her mind and said in a calm voice, "Feng Shuo, I'm afraid my hopes will be dashed. You can't lie to me."

"No...I won't lie to you."

Feng Shuo tilted his head and kissed her palm, then made a promise with deep affection and persistence.

Zhu Yunwei rested in the camp for a few more days.

Firstly, Political Commissar Zhang had not yet received any news about Yu Jincheng's escort back to Beijing, and was worried that something might happen along the way, leading to an escalation of the situation. To protect the rights and interests of his own troops' families, he insisted that Zhu Yunwei recuperate in the camp and return with the main force.

Secondly, Feng Shuo had selfish motives and didn't dare let Zhu Yunyao go alone. He still had a number of outposts to inspect, and would be away for at least ten days. After this wave of consolation performances, he would have to return to the army and immediately prepare for the field training. He didn't want to be away from Zhu Yunyao for even a single day.

The relationship between the two was originally somewhat hidden, and only a few people knew about it, but after this incident, almost the entire camp knew that Sister Zhu was Captain Feng's lover.

When they had some free time, they would look for evidence of the two of them being affectionate in the camp.

Feng Shuo was worried about Zhu Yunwei's injury.

Although her face had long been as smooth as a peeled egg, Feng Shuo felt heartbroken when he thought of the harm she had suffered from Luo Weiguo, and he always asked the military doctor for beauty remedies.

The poor military doctor, like Lu Chen, had never touched a girl's hand since childhood, so how could he know anything about beauty?

Ask him how to whiten his skin? He doesn't know!

Ask him how to sew a wound? He'll give you a stab wound and teach you on the spot.

Feng Shuo came to ask every day, and finally got annoyed.

The military doctor casually said, "Applying dew on it might help."

He just wanted to make a joke and get rid of Feng Shuo!

Unexpectedly, the next morning, all the soldiers who were doing morning exercises and running with weights saw Captain Feng holding a big teacup and bending over in the grass to collect dew!

The news spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, and finally reached Zeng Xiaoqin's ears.

She also came over to offer advice.

"Cousin, what good is the dew outside? You need to use cucumbers, fresh cucumbers, just picked from the vines, cut into slices, and apply it to my face. I guarantee my face will be white and clean."

While Zeng Xiaoqin was giving advice, she was eager to try out the Polaroid camera she had tinkered with and repaired, to see if it could still be used, leaving evidence that her cousin and sister-in-law were in love!

She's about to return to Beijing, so she has to bring some good news back to her grandma!

hey-hey!

Originally, Zeng Xiaoqin thought that she would have to lobby more often before Feng Shuo could pick cucumbers.

As a result, that night, when she asked her sister-in-law to take pictures of Wenwen together, she heard it clearly from outside the window.

"Feng Shuo, what are you doing? Where did you get that cucumber?! Don't put it on your face. If someone sees it, they'll accuse me of wasting food and acting like a capitalist daughter!"

In the room, Zhu Yunyao seemed angry and spoke in a frustrated tone.

Obviously, he was also fed up with Feng Shuo's folk remedies these days.

Zeng Xiaoqin stepped back silently, hoping that her cousin would not reveal that it was her who came up with the bad idea.

As she was backing away, she heard her cousin's chuckle:

"You are originally my Miss Zhu—"