Rebirth in 70: The sweet wife is coaxed slowly, and the military king is pampered step by step

In the past two days, Luo Baozhen was always distracted when doing things. It was just her and Dabao at home, which was a bit unaccustomed.

Today is Chen Chuhui's third day out. Luo Baozhen got up very early with Dabao.

In the morning, I took some Hanaki and malted milk from the system and had breakfast.

Just as I finished eating, I heard a knock on the door.

Luo Baozhen stood up and opened the door.

"Baozhen, why don't you go to the supply and marketing cooperative? There is meat today, do you want to buy some?"

Zhang Jingfang held her son's hand and came to Luo Baozhen today.

It seemed that Luo Baozhen hadn't left the house for several days, and her man was also on a mission.

She came to invite Luo Baozhen.

"Sister Fang, come in and sit down for a while." Luo Baozhen was very happy, "Okay! I'm going too. I'll get a basket."

"Hao Hao, my name is Aunt Zhen."

"Hello Aunt Zhen."

Zhang Jingfang pulled his son through the door.

Luo Baozhen also pulled Dabao over, "Hey! Haohao is so good!"

"Dabao, this is Brother Haohao, called Aunt Fang and Brother."

Dabao and Haohao looked at each other with big eyes. The two little boys stood face to face, a little shy.

Dabao was not afraid. He stepped forward, raised his head and nodded, "Brother Haohao, let's draw."

Haohao looked at Zhang Jingfang and touched his head.

Zhang Jingfang laughed at Hao Hao, "What's going on? Look what I'm doing. Where's your usual energy of jumping up and down? Now you're just pretending to be quiet."

Luo Baozhen brewed two cups of malted milk and came out, "Haohao, come on, drink some malted milk and play with your brother. He happens to be bored at home these days."

"Hey, please give me some malted milk, thank you." Zhang Jingfang took it.

"Sister Fang, please don't be polite to me."

Haohao walked up to Zhang Jingfang, glanced at Zhang Jingfang secretly, and whispered: "Mom, this Dabao brother is so handsome. He looks like Uncle Chu Hui."

"Of course. He is Uncle Chu Hui's son. He doesn't look like anyone else."

Luo Baozhen naturally heard it, and she followed up and said, "Haohao looks like a mother."

"I don't know. Some people say she looks like me, and some people say she looks like her dad."

"That means each one looks a little bit like each other."

Haohao took the malted milk, drank most of it, and walked quietly behind Dabao.

Seeing Dabao holding a pen there, he couldn't see anything, so he pointed at a black ball and asked, "Brother Dabao, is this a black pig?"

Dabao raised his head in disbelief and defended his painting, "This is my dad!"

Haohao stood there with a wonderful expression on his face.

I kept looking at the painting, but it didn't look like a human being.

Dabao was a little depressed. He walked to Luo Baozhen with the painting and said, "Mom, what is this?"

Luo Baozhen and Zhang Jingfang had already been laughing from ear to ear.

Seeing Dabao approaching, Luo Baozhen hurriedly stood by Dabao's side, "It's your dad. Mom can tell it right away."

Dabao was happy when he heard this, took Haohao's hand and asked him to sit down, "Brother Haohao, you also draw, draw your father."

Haohao took the pencil handed over by Dabao, "I, I can draw too, okay!"

Just take a pen and draw, and you will get a black mass.

Zhang Jingfang and Luo Baozhen couldn't stop talking about their children.

"Baozhen, don't tell me, my family doesn't even touch a pen, but now they are more interested." Zhang Jingfang secretly said that she was surprised that her son could still be so quiet.

Luo Baozhen glanced at the two children facing each other next to the sofa and said, "Only Dabao is here now, and Haohao is playing with Dabao."

Zhang Jingfang looked at it with a smile but said nothing.

She actually felt that Dabao was playing with his 5-year-old son.

Seeing the two children painting happily, Luo Baozhen and Zhang Jingfang simply did not interrupt them.

The two of them sat on the sofa and chatted.

When Zhang Jingfang was talking about the man going on a mission, Luo Baozhen frowned.

"Baozhen, don't worry, it will be fine."

Luo Baozhen sighed, "I always feel a little panicked."

"Haha, it's normal. When I first came here, Haohao's father was on a mission and I couldn't sleep the whole night."

"I was afraid that something would happen, but now, I have thought about it. They are wearing these military uniforms. This is their mission. It is their responsibility and obligation."

Luo Baozhen nodded, "Yes, all we can do is take care of our family."

"That's right." Zhang Jingfang came closer to Luo Baozhen and said, "Don't worry, this mission is just urgent. You'll be back in a few days. Everything will be fine."

Hearing Zhang Jingfang affirmatively say to her, Luo Baozhen relaxed slightly.

"Ah That's good."

I looked at the clock on the wall. Half an hour had passed.

Luo Baozhen and Zhang Jingfang had no choice but to urge their two children to go to the supply and marketing cooperative. If they were later, there would be no meat left.

"Dabao, Haohao, let's go to the supply and marketing cooperative and paint again when we come back."

Dabao put down his pen and said, "Okay, Mom."

Haohao was much faster than Dabao, "Mom! Let's go. I want to eat shortbread from the supply and marketing cooperative. Can you buy two for me and Dabao's brother?"

"Just remember to eat. It depends on whether there is any. It doesn't happen every time."

Zhang Jingfang shook her head, turned to Luo Baozhen and said, "Baozhen, look, this one in my family is exactly like his father. If he can't sit still, he just knows how to eat!"

Luo Baozhen couldn't help but laugh and couldn't help but joke, "Sister Fang, these two men, one big and one small, are just to make you feel at ease."

"Baozhen, aren't you the same? Really, you're just teasing me." Zhang Jingfang patted Luo Baozhen's arm and said.

After such a chat, the relationship between Luo Baozhen and Zhang Jingfang became much closer.

Dabao and Haohao can also play together, chasing each other on the road.

Chen Chuhui, who was hundreds of miles away, had just made arrangements and was sitting on a stone.

Throwing a stone into a river makes it float.

"King Chu Ba, have you been sitting here for a long time? What's wrong? This wife just came here and went on a mission. Are you feeling unhappy?"

"I heard that a certain person felt cold all over as soon as he left home and went to the camp that night. Hehe, the mission ruined your good life? Are you feeling aggrieved?"

The smoke in Chen Chuhui's left hand burned to the end. When Zhou Baoguo came, he ignored him and continued to use his right hand.

Zhou Baoguo bumped into Chen Chuhui's shoulder, "Hey! Are you really in a bad mood? Hehe, I understand. It's very uncomfortable to hold on to the gun."

Chen Chuhui bit his cheek, picked up a larger stone and threw it into the water.

"Are you so idle? Is there anything going on in the camp? Why are you wandering around?"

"My camp is almost busy now. The remaining important part depends on your camp. I am not here to see if you have anything to help with. I can do anything, how about it? Brother, I am loyal enough."

"Go back to your camp! You're a grown man, and you don't have to worry about anything day by day."

After Chen Chuhui finished speaking, he stood up and deliberately kicked Zhou Baoguo.

"Ouch! King Chu Ba, you are immoral, you will kick me into the water later."

Seeing that Chen Chuhui was about to leave, he chased after him and asked coquettishly: "King Chuba, do you feel comfortable sleeping on the bed with your wife? Are the wooden barn poles shiny and polished, one after another?"