Chapter 82 His little wife, just looking at him is enough

No one expected Jiang Rou to do something bad at this time.

Not only did she do the mischief herself, she also dragged Zhou Xiaohua to watch the fun.

Zhou Xiaohua was stunned.

Then she showed her white little teeth.

With her mouth slightly open and her eyes crooked, she was smiling so happily.

Jiang Rou also laughed along.

Zhao Guifen and their two sons, Da Huzi and Er Huzi, laughed even louder.

Zhou Xiaochuan looked embarrassed.

Usually, when everyone gathered around him and laughed, they were either laughing at him for being fatherless and motherless, or laughing at him for being a lunatic born to a lunatic.

Zhou Xiaochuan had some stress reactions to such scenes.

He was tense and his dark eyes were narrowed.

But in the rising laughter, he no longer heard sarcasm and ridicule, and the eyes of everyone looking at him were all so gentle.

The little wolf cub slowly relaxed and his face turned red for no apparent reason.

Amidst such laughter, I grabbed the chicken leg in his hand and took a big bite.

Lunch of the day.

The yards on both sides of the wall.

There were bursts of laughter on one side and exclamations on the other.

Jiang Rou's braised chicken with waterless scallion oil was completely eaten up in a few bites, and she even wanted to chew the bones and swallow them together.

There was a layer of glossy sauce at the bottom of the large bowl containing the chicken.

The men tore the steamed buns apart and ate them with the sauce.

It not only has the aroma of chicken, but also the special fragrance of green onions.

Finally, wipe the big basin clean, as if it had been washed with clean water.

…

After a full meal at noon.

The men did not rest. Led by Zhou Chongshan, they continued to build walls and build a new house in a hurry.

gradually.

The walls around the house were built, and next came the most difficult part, the roof.

When building the roof, you need to build the beams first.

The beam is the support of the whole house.

If this part is not done well, the roof may collapse accidentally.

Jiang Rou sat in the yard making green rice dumplings as a snack, and from time to time she looked up at the men not far away.

She saw the man in glasses who had caught her attention earlier, and took out his notebook and drawings.

Zhou Chongshan stood side by side with him, and from time to time they pointed and drew the roof of the new house.

The distance was quite far, so I couldn't hear what they said.

But it can still be seen that Zhou Chongshan and the man in glasses are the leaders.

Zhou Chongshan had the highest military rank among the crowd and was also the master of the household, so it was not surprising that he occupied a dominant position.

But this man with glasses...

It seems to have a high prestige.

Jiang Rou was curious.

Suddenly someone shouted.

"Captain He, is this the position?"

Song Yan had already climbed onto the roof and was moving the wood of the crossbeam to adjust its position.

When the man in glasses heard this, he immediately raised his head and talked to Song Yan on the roof.

Jiang Rou was rubbing Qingtuan's hands when she suddenly stopped.

Some thoughts flashed through her mind.

Last name He...

Still the company commander...

Jiang Rou quickly thought of someone——He Donglai.

He Donglai, also known as Song Qingqian's husband.

Jiang Rou had once lamented Song Qingqian's experience, so naturally she had some memories of He Donglai as well.

But--

That's not right!

Wrong again!

In the original text, as the counterpart to the heroine, the description of He Donglai is similar to that of Zhou Chongshan.

Both of them came from the same rural background, were rough men, and had the same lack of understanding of romance.

However……

Although He Donglai in front of Jiang Rou has the physique of a soldier, his style is completely different from the rough Zhou Chongshan.

He is not even a rough guy.

He Donglai wore glasses and a white marine uniform, and even had the elegance and refinement of a scholar.

He Donglai and Song Qingqian, who was born into a wealthy family, were a perfect match.

How could their marriage end in such a tragic way?

Jiang Rou's heart couldn't help but be shaken.

It seems that everything that really exists in this world, especially every living person, is very different from what she saw in the original text.

She must understand more deeply.

After a while.

Jiang Rou has already made a whole steamer full of green rice dumplings, and it's time to steam them.

She picked up the steamer and walked towards the kitchen.

The other side.

On the roof of the new house, several men were having sex passionately.

They sat in mid-air, facing the brightest sun of the afternoon, doing the heaviest work, beads of sweat streaming down their foreheads.

None of the men complained of being tired; instead, they became more and more energetic as they worked.

The sun is just too strong, making people feel hot all over.

One man couldn't stand the heat, so he took off his clothes and worked with his bare chest.

But he just took it off.

Zhou Chongshan immediately shouted at him, "Put your clothes back on."

"Zhou Tuan, it's so uncomfortable to work in clothes. This is not a military camp, there is no dress code requirement..."

The undressed man complained.

Zhou Chongshan was dignified and said again, "Put your clothes back on."

Next to them is He Donglai.

He pushed up his glasses and understood.

He explained on behalf of Zhou Chongshan, "Captain Zhou has a wife and children at home. It's not appropriate for you to be shirtless. Put on your clothes quickly."

"Oh no! I forgot! Where's my sister-in-law? I'll put it back on now."

After hearing what He Donglai said, the man suddenly realized what was going on and quickly put his clothes back on.

And immediately started working hard.

This little episode was insignificant in the context of the day.

Only Zhou Chongshan knew the unhappiness that suddenly arose in his chest and then quickly disappeared.

He didn't want Jiang Rou to stare at other men's bodies!

Although Zhou Chongshan is a rough man, he is very careful when he needs to be careful.

It started from the first day I met Jiang Rou.

He noticed that the delicate and soft little girl, who blushed easily when she was shy, would stare at his chest openly.

It was still that undisguised look of appreciation.

Later, the two became husband and wife and began to sleep in the same bed.

Not only did his young wife lean on his chest every night, she also touched his chest randomly when she was half asleep.

I especially like touching his abdominal muscles.

Many times late at night, Zhou Chongshan grabbed Jiang Rou's little hand and pulled it out of his clothes.

I held on to it tightly for the rest of the night.

Jiang Rou will be more obedient.

Otherwise, she will definitely make a comeback.

Facing ironclad evidence again and again, Zhou Chongshan gradually realized that his young wife was different from ordinary people.

And I particularly like men with strong physiques.

For example, this morning.

Jiang Rou was still lying on the wall, staring at them.

Since that time, Zhou Chongshan's heart had been filled with sourness without him realizing it.

His little wife, just looking at him is enough!