Zhang Ruoyu looked at Xuebao's serious yet serious look, and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Are you pretending to be cute on purpose, that's why you turned your palm towards me?"
Xuebao raised his eyebrows, looked at the military salute in his palms, immediately adjusted his posture, turned his palms downward, stamped his feet again, and saluted: "General, is this military salute standard?"
"Not bad." Zhang Ruoyu returned a military salute.
Seeing this, Xuebao jumped again and threw himself into Zhang Ruoyu's arms.
It was difficult for her to describe her inner feelings at this moment.
Then I won’t describe it…
"General, give me a tour?" Xuebao said, holding the arm of the legendary war god Zhang Xiangbei.
Zhang Ruoyu did not refuse and started introducing the relics and photos in the living room.
"What does the photo of you and this female soldier mean?" Xuebao raised his finger and pointed at the photo of Zhang Xiangbei and a cold female officer, his face covered with frost. "She can't wait to stick it with you!"
"Oh, that's the beloved daughter of a meritorious general. She came to Beimang to study before." Zhang Ruoyu explained. "Before leaving, she insisted on taking a photo with me as a souvenir."
"Does she want to commemorate it, or are you reluctant to part with it?" Xuebao rolled his eyes at Brother Zhang. "It's all hung on the wall of the living room. Are you planning to miss the person after seeing it?"
"I didn't hang these photos." Brother Zhang, who was upright and not afraid of the shadows being distorted, began to blame. "It was Long Fei who did it. He said I didn't have many photos, so he moved them all here and hung them on the wall."
"Really?" Xuebao glanced sideways at General Zhang. "I guess you must have her WeChat account or phone number, right?"
"No." Zhang Ruoyu shook his head firmly. "She is too low-level and does not deserve to have my phone number and WeChat."
Xuebao was startled, feeling that Brother Zhang was a little crazy, and there was a hint of pride in the corner of his mouth: "It seems that my level is high enough?"
"You? You're tall, right?" Zhang Ruoyu looked up and down at Xuebao, who was full of expectation, and a soft look appeared on the corner of his lips. "I'll say hello later and add your name to the real estate certificate."
"What do you mean? I'm short of half a suite?" Xuebao said arrogantly. "As long as I want, I can live in a big villa anywhere in the country."
"My suite is the largest in Longqian Villa, with the best window view and the best location." Zhang Ruoyu pinched Xuebao's smooth face and said with narrowed eyes. "You can't buy it even if you have money."
"Come on, come on, come on, satisfy your man's pride." Xuebao raised his eyebrows.
Of course she knows that this house is not measured in terms of money.
She is also very proud to have her name on this house.
After visiting the living room, Xuebao suggested going to the master room to have a look.
"Single bed?" Han Jiangxue's face changed suddenly and she glanced at the general. "What do you mean? Such a big room only has a small bed of 1.2 meters? Who does this look like?"
Zhang Ruoyu said patiently: "I have been in the army for a long time and I am used to sleeping in small beds. Suddenly changing to a big bed makes me feel insecure."
"I think you feel quite comfortable sleeping on the big bed in Happiness." Han Jiangxue stared at Brother Zhang.
"That's not because you sleep on the floor, which makes me feel at ease." Brother Zhang risked his life.
"Am I that important?" Xuebao looked proud, and his cherry mouth almost flew into the sky.
"That's right." Zhang Ruoyu nodded and took a deep look at Xuebao.
Her hair was a little messy, it must have been blown by the wind at the lakeside before.
Zhang Ruoyu raised his hand, smoothed the hair in front of her forehead, pinched her straight and delicate nose, and said softly: "My makeup is almost gone, let's go take a shower first."
"Also." Zhang Ruoyu always wanted to mention it but never mentioned it. "When you go out from now on, no matter where you go or what banquet you attend, don't put on such complete makeup. It will cover up your own charm."
For the first time in his life, Zhang Ruoyu seriously pretended to be cool in front of Xuebao: "You don't have to think that putting on beautiful makeup can earn me some face. I have face myself, and I can also give it to you."
"I think you look best without makeup."
Olaf is very happy.
After giving General Zhang a sweet kiss, he went to the bathroom to remove makeup and take a shower.
Someone had already brought a change of clothes.
In Zhang Xiangbei's world, as long as he needs it, someone will definitely do it for him and rush to do it.
Xuebao got clean and came out wearing a very sexy and feminine nightgown.
Her pretty face was clean, without a trace of cosmetics.
Even the toner is not sprayed on, the fragrance is original.
Zhang Ruoyu, who was standing in front of the window smoking, looked back, with tenderness and stability in his eyes.
He never thought that this house would have a mistress.
She is also an impeccable hostess who cannot find any fault even with herself who has such high demands.
"General."
Xuebao walked forward in a pretentious manner and put a hand on Brother Zhang's shoulder: "Does the slave look good wearing this?"
Zhang Ruoyu's body stiffened slightly.
He raised his hand and grasped Xuebao's soft waist.
Face close, feel the fragrance of Olaf.
Their eyes faced each other, Xuebao's eyes were infinitely charming, yet terrifying.
My husband is actually the world-famous General Zhang.
Still his own savior.
The moment she determined the truth, she was in a daze.
When she saw the relics of General Zhang downstairs, she felt mixed emotions in her heart.
"General..."
Xuebao no longer has any burdens and little entanglements in his heart.
She bit her red lips lightly and said with a charming look: "How about we have some fun tonight..."
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ps: Sorry for being late. Today is still 3. To express my apology, it will be 4 tomorrow. I will update it as early as possible~
