Quick Wear: The soft cannon fodder turns into a heartthrob and seduce

Chapter 857 A Selfish and Greedy Country Wife Accompanying the Army (21)

Even at night, the house was still brightly lit.

After eating most of the dishes on the table, everyone was basically full and started eating peanuts and sunflower seeds while chatting.

Cheng Lifeng wasn't a talkative person, so he just listened quietly, while Mu Zhou chatted happily.

After taking a sip of tea, I felt that my stomach was still a little hungry.

So he lowered his head and ate a few bites of rice, but couldn't resist taking another bite of the big bone.

Then I couldn't eat anymore.

Sometimes, all you need to do to make a meal is have that one extra bite.

But if I don't eat this, I feel uneasy and conflicted.

She habitually put the large bone into Cheng Lifeng's bowl.

Cheng Lifeng also received the signal that she had finished eating, and brought the few remaining bites of rice from her bowl to himself.

He lowered his head and ate Mu Zhou's leftovers with a normal expression.

The two's synchronized actions caught the attention of many, who all smiled knowingly.

Lin Xuxiang was the one who reacted the most strongly.

She could hardly believe what she was seeing.

Cheng Lifeng actually ate Mu Zhou's leftovers...

And you eat so naturally?

Lin Xuxiang felt a tightness in her chest. She gripped the teacup tightly in her hand, unwilling to look at it for another second.

She lingered until the very end, finally finding a chance to speak to Cheng Lifeng alone.

She glanced at his arm and said with concern:

"Why didn't you go to the hospital to change the dressing? How many stitches did you get?"

Cheng Lifeng paused in his turn, then casually grunted "hmm" upon seeing it was her, intending to return to the courtyard.

Lin Xuxiang naturally wouldn't let this opportunity slip by.

She walked up to him and blocked his way, her brow furrowed.

"I heard you cooked all the meals today? Your arm is still injured, you should rest more. Doesn't Comrade Mu Zhou care about you at all?"

Her mention of Mu Zhou, delivered in a clearly critical tone, caused Cheng Lifeng's expression to turn slightly cold before he finally looked up at her.

"She doesn't need your opinion, and it's enough that I feel sorry for her."

These words were rather blunt, and Lin Xuxiang felt a pang of pain in her heart, a surge of humiliation and sadness welling up within her, causing her tone to sharpen:

"Do you know her? Do you know what kind of person she is? If I wasn't afraid you'd be misled, I wouldn't bother telling you any more."

She picked out a few things she had heard from Li Yangyang and told them to Cheng Lifeng.

"She used such methods to marry you, so naturally she'll desperately try to pretend and deceive. Battalion Commander Cheng, you have a bright future ahead of you, I'm just afraid she'll drag you down..."

"Shut up."

Cheng Lifeng's tone was cold, and a powerful aura instantly descended upon him.

He rarely revealed his ruthlessness like this, except on the battlefield.

But at this moment, his expression was dangerous, and even the shadow cast by the streetlights seemed to have a chilling, devouring quality.

Lin Xuxiang felt a chill run down her spine, as if cold sweat was breaking out.

At that moment, she finally realized that the man in front of her was not just a pretty face to be manipulated at will.

He was a formidable warrior and an excellent strategist with a keen eye for human nature.

No one can fool him.

Therefore, everything was done willingly by him.

After reaching this conclusion, Lin Xuxiang took two steps back and swayed slightly.

Her face turned pale; she couldn't accept this fact.

Does Cheng Lifeng like Mu Zhou?

This realization made her extremely embarrassed.

It's as if everything she does is just clown behavior.

She regretted her questioning, but Cheng Lifeng still had no intention of letting her go.

"After all these years of studying, Dr. Lin, all you've learned is to gossip behind people's backs?" Cheng Lifeng's voice was cold, and the corner of his mouth revealed a hint of sarcasm. "Then I think you've wasted a lot of years. This kind of skill doesn't need to be learned in school; you can master it just by standing at the entrance of the village."

Lin Xuxiang opened her mouth, somewhat unable to believe that these were actually the words Cheng Lifeng had said.

She never knew he could speak so harshly.

They actually compared her to the gossipy women and men at the village entrance.

Her face flushed red with embarrassment.

I felt as if my face was being trampled on and crushed in the ground.

Just then, Mu Zhou came out of the courtyard.

The moment their eyes met, Lin Xuxiang awkwardly avoided her gaze and turned to run away.

She thought her pride would prevent her from ever facing them again.

Mu Zhou didn't even get a chance to say a word to her before she ran off, and curiously asked Cheng Lifeng:

"What did you say? She doesn't look well."

"...She said your cold dishes were delicious."

Cheng Lifeng lied without batting an eye.

Mu Zhou glanced at him, her expression a mixture of surprise and uncertainty:

"Then she has quite unique taste."

The only dish on the table that she made was a cold salad, and it tasted rather ordinary.

Most of the dishes were eaten, but she barely touched her cold salad.

Lin Xuxiang actually likes it?

Cheng Lifeng didn't let her dwell on it for too long and took her back to the courtyard.

After closing the door, they began tidying up the room.

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Mu Zhou has gone from being extremely cautious when changing the dressing at the beginning to being completely at ease now.

Cheng Lifeng's stitches have been removed, and he has basically recovered.

Actually, this injury was nothing to him; he used to not care about it.

But now, he obediently follows the doctor's instructions and has Mu Zhou change his dressings on time.

Although each process was a torment and an ordeal for him.

But he couldn't resist.

He even had some expectations.

He closed his eyes, and the softness of Mu Zhou's fingertips became even more apparent.

Every moment of contact brings an uncontrollable tremor.

The faint scent of soap wafted from her body.

His Adam's apple bobbed silently.

My heart was pounding wildly.

At night, the spring rain fell silently.

This was another sleepless night for Cheng Lifeng.

But before he could indulge himself, a slight noise came from the door.

Then, Mu Zhou's timid voice came:

"Lifeng, are you asleep?"

He was abruptly interrupted and froze.

The flames burning in his heart surged and spread wildly, his muscles tensed and ready to unleash their power.

I can't wait even a second.

But Mu Zhou was still outside the door.

He closed his eyes, held his breath, and slowly exhaled before stiffly getting out of bed and opening the door.

Mu Zhou, wearing linen pajamas, pouted slightly as she looked up at him.

"The house is leaking."

She explained how she discovered the leak and how annoyed she was.

She even thought she was dreaming, but when she opened her eyes, it was actually leaking.

Cheng Lifeng stared at her small mouth opening and closing, his breathing becoming heavier.

My chest felt uncontrollably hot.

He clenched his arms, the veins bulging out in a somewhat ferocious manner.

Cheng Lifeng swallowed hard, his voice unusually hoarse:

"I gonna go see."

The roof of Mu Zhou's room, directly opposite the bed, was indeed leaking.

And it spilled right onto the quilt.

The bed and blankets were all soaked, and I couldn't sleep at all.

There were no extra blankets at home.

So Mu Zhou looked at him, her big eyes blinking:

"Could you put me in your bed and blankets for the night?"

Her words were devoid of any emotional color; they only contained her worry about where she would sleep in the latter half of the night.

But to Cheng Lifeng, it only evoked endless daydreams.

But outwardly, he nodded calmly and restrainedly.

"it is good."