The behavior of the two is quite intimate in the eyes of outsiders.
"Stop standing outside, come inside quickly, it's cold outside." Political Commissar Wang greeted Lu Yifan and the others, and also noticed Mu Mu standing by the flower bed, "Mu Mu, what are you doing standing there at the flower bed?
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Mu Mu pointed at the place where she had vomited just now and curled her lips lazily, "Seeing as your flowers are not fertile enough, add some fertilizer to them."
Under the sun, her fair face looked a little pale. She had vomited badly just now and her eyes were a little moist.
Transform into Sister Lin in one second.
Political Commissar Wang glanced at the puddle where Mu Mu had just vomited, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Where is your mother?"
"I'm not feeling well. Let me congratulate you on your birthday, Political Commissar Wang." Mu Mu walked towards Political Commissar Wang, "Political Commissar Wang, I wish you happiness as good as the east sea and longevity as high as the Southern Mountains."
Political Commissar Wang said with a smile: "How can I be as blessed as the East China Sea and live as long as the Nanshan Mountains? If I want to live as long as the Nanshan Mountains, I won't become an old monster?"
Mu Mu put his hands in his down jacket pockets, feeling sad, "I hope our old Mu Neng lives longer than Nanshan and becomes an old monster, but it's a pity that he left too early."
Political Commissar Wang is one or two years younger than Old Mu, and he has never been as diligent as Old Mu, but he is now enjoying a glorious career as the political commissar of the military region.
How come no one came to frame him?
Ahem, I feel unbalanced a little too much.
Political Commissar Wang looked at Mu Mu with a deep look and said earnestly: "Mu Mu, don't be too sad. Your mother has been in poor health last year. You should move back and spend more time with her."
It's more like what an elder said.
"Uncle Wang is right, I don't plan to leave this year." Mu Mu raised his eyelids and glanced at Lu Yifan, who was standing behind Political Commissar Wang.
A plan suddenly came into her mind.
It would be better to match up Min Yan and Lu Yifan, then she would be freed and the child in her belly could have her last name after birth.
Lao Mu said that when she has a child in the future, she must let him wear a military uniform. If she gives birth to a son named Mu, he must be sent to the army to fulfill Lao Mu's wish.
When she thought about it, her mood suddenly became brighter and her nausea was gone.
Lu Yifan put his hands in his pockets, frowned slightly, and looked at Mu Mu's expression that changed from gloomy to clear in confusion. His black eyes were sparkling. His face was pale just now, but his color returned to color in an instant.
What happy thing did she... think of?
In other words, what is she planning?
Several people blocked the door of Political Commissar Wang's house, and another wave of guests came. Political Commissar Wang hurriedly greeted them to go inside, "Come in and sit down quickly, it's cold outside."
Mu Mu took Zhao Qingqing's hand and walked into the door of Political Commissar Wang's house. She walked calmly and ignored all the comments.
After entering the door, Zhao Qingqing glanced around the huge living room. Her eyes were fixed on a few old men in military uniforms sitting on the sofa, "Mu, is that a major general?"
Mu Mu nodded and pointed at another gray-haired old man, "Then there is also the lieutenant general."
Zhao Qingqing's eyes moved elsewhere, "There are so many second-generation soldiers. I will start drafting the outline of the next military wedding when I get back."
With stars in her eyes, her beloved military brothers...
"..." Mu Mu was silent!
She is so obsessed with writing novels that she is almost catching up with Zhang Wuji’s crazy adoptive father.
"Huh? Uncle Qin is back?" Mu Mu saw Qin Shouyi among the veterans. He had a lot of white hair on his temples.
He was wearing his regular uniform, holding a tea cup in his hand, and chatting lively with several other generals.
