After Luo Jiaojiao finished her breakfast, she followed Leng Mohan and began to clean up the house that had not been occupied for a long time. This time, Leng Mohan prepared a lot of cleaning tools, while Luo Jiaojiao followed him quietly with a blank notebook and a pen.
Leng Mohan carefully wiped the table in the front yard, removing the dust and traces of time, then motioned Luo Jiaojiao to sit down and began to draw a layout on the table in the front yard. He then turned and walked into the room and began the heavy cleaning work.
Luo Jiaojiao knew that the interior of the house must be covered with thick dust. After all, it had been uninhabited for a long time. But Leng Mohan didn't seem to care about it. He wore a mask and cleaned every corner attentively, as if he wanted to sweep away all the dust and past memories.
Luo Jiaojiao sat at the table, her eyes flashing with anticipation and enthusiasm. The pen in her hand flew across the large notebook, sketching out her initial ideas for the house renovation.
She knew very well that this seemingly old house actually hid endless potential and charm. With some clever renovations, it could be revitalized with new vitality, in no way inferior to those new and tall skyscrapers.
Every brick and every tile seemed to be telling her their stories, waiting to be discovered and renewed.
Her mind was filled with ideas and creativity, and she imagined how beautiful and comfortable the transformed house would be.
She wants to decorate every corner and every space carefully to make them full of warmth and happiness.
This is her home, her world, and the gift Leng Mohan gave her. She wants to use her own way to make this place unique and full of love between her and Leng Mohan.
The midday sun shone on every corner of the military camp, and the golden light danced on Leng Mohan's resolute face, giving him a sacred and inviolable temperament.
As always, he held Luo Jiaojiao's hand and walked towards his single dormitory with steady steps.
Luo Jiaojiao, the breathtakingly beautiful woman, was like a blooming flower, nestling beside him. Her graceful figure and coy expression were enough to make any man fall for her. However, Leng Mohan turned a blind eye to her beauty. His eyes were filled with only deep care and love.
He didn't want those rude soldiers to see Luo Jiaojiao's weak and helpless appearance, as if she was his treasure, who only he could appreciate.
His wife's beautiful face and graceful figure could only be seen by him.
They walked into the dormitory, Leng Mohan gently placed Luo Jiaojiao on the bed, then picked up the lunch box and strode towards the cafeteria. His steps were firm and powerful, as if he was fighting for his love and protection.
He knew that the world was full of dangers and challenges, but he would use his strength to protect every inch of Luo Jiaojiao's skin and keep her safe under his protection.
When Leng Mohan returned to the dormitory with a full box of food, Luo Jiaojiao was already sitting on the bed, waiting for him with a smile. Their eyes met in the air, full of deep affection and tacit understanding.
Leng Mohan put the food on the table, carefully served it to Luo Jiaojiao, then sat beside the bed and watched her eat with contentment.
They had dinner in the house they had applied for, and did not go back to the single dormitory. They were in the yard, but Leng Mohan carefully cleaned it. It was very suitable for the two of them to eat around the small table.
Not long after they finished eating, Leng Mohan said, "Everyone who comes to help will be here soon." Then, the door was gently pushed open and a group of people walked in.
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