Lu Qing'er: "..."
She was so angry that she almost threw her chopsticks. "Baby, baby, baby, do you think she doesn't want to give birth? She doesn't dare to give birth! Gu Fujun goes out so early and comes back so late every day, and everything at home falls on her head. If she gives birth to another baby, will she still be able to survive?
What if Gu Fujun's rank never gets promoted? Wouldn't she have to watch Bai Yalan helplessly? As a woman, she has the opportunity to move up step by step, but she can only give birth to a baby and be a yellow-faced woman to this useless man?
Whenever Lu Qing thought about this, she found it hard to accept and her expression became even uglier.
Gu Fujun was completely oblivious. Seeing her face becoming increasingly grim, he continued to comfort her and encourage her with concern: "What's wrong? Why do you look so grim? You must be exhausted from training today. It's okay, it's okay. Everyone is like this at the beginning of training. Take it slow, and you'll get used to it sooner or later. By the way, hurry up and eat, and then go back to rest after breakfast..."
Gu Fujun kept on rambling. Lu Qing'er really didn't have the energy to argue with him today. She was unusually quiet. After dinner, she went into the house to rest. Gu Fujun could only clean up the dishes and wash them by himself. He also wiped the table and washed the dirty clothes he had changed last night.
After finishing these tasks, the man sighed with melancholy.
The wife at home knows that being ambitious is a good thing, but most of the work will probably fall on her in the future.
Forget it, she's my woman, I should spoil her myself, there's nothing to say! The man waved his hand proudly and ran to the yard with the washed clothes to hang out to dry.
Sister Wang from next door caught sight of this and shouted from her balcony, "Hey, Deputy Battalion Commander Gu, you're drying your own clothes."
Gu Fujun said cheerfully, "Yeah, my wife has been having a hard time lately, so if I can help out, I'll do it."
Sister Wang clucked her hands enviously, "Deputy Battalion Commander Gu really loves his wife."
Gu Fujun just smiled, quickly spread out one of Lu Qing'er's skirts, and unfolded it. Then his eyes froze, staring at the big hole in the skirt, his head numb.
It’s over, it’s broken after washing!
This blue silk dress seemed to be Lu Qing'er's favorite. The fabric was so slippery and delicate that it could have made such a big hole with just a little effort. Gu Fujun scratched his head, wondering what Lu Qing'er's expression would be if she knew that her favorite dress had a big hole in it. Anyway, she had been very busy recently and didn't even have time to argue with him. Gu Fujun felt that this kind of quiet time was really rare.
So I made up my mind not to tell her for the time being.
So that night, Gu Fujun was extra considerate, serving tea and water to comfort and encourage her.
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