Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

Chu Qingchen had been helping his aunt in the kitchen, but he was obviously absent-minded. He looked outside every few moments as if each second was a year.

It's so rare, so...

"Young Marshal, please stop looking." Cen Xiangshun picked up a cucumber with water droplets on it from the basket and took a bite, saying, "I think the Madam seems to like him quite a lot."

"Don't worry!"

Over the years, there are very few things that can make Chu Qingchen so uneasy. It seems like the last time was so long ago.

As a result, today, Adjutant Cen met them all.

He almost suspected that Chu Qingchen was possessed by something.

Is this still the cold-blooded and ruthless Marshal Chu in his impression??!

"It's because of what you said that I'm worried." Chu Qingchen didn't look at Prime Minister Cen, but that didn't stop him from saying something that could kill people: "When has your intuition ever been right?"

"..."

"Young Marshal, you! You don't have to say it!" Prime Minister Cen bit the cucumber angrily with a crunching sound. Now, everyone in the barracks knew about his unlucky trait!

Because of the distance, Chu Qingchen couldn't hear what Ms. Li said to Si Mo. Although they looked normal, he was still worried.

"Hiss--" Chu Qingchen frowned, put down the knife in his hand and quickly grasped his left index finger.

"What's wrong, young commander?" Hearing the voice, Prime Minister Cen reacted immediately and ran over: "Are you injured? Is it serious? Let me take a look."

The situation was urgent, and he even forgot to think about why a person who usually remained silent after being shot would react so strongly after being cut by a knife.

"Stop," Chu Qingchen ordered expressionlessly, "Back off."

"Huh?" Confused, Prime Minister Cen took a few steps back until he was close to the door: "Young Marshal, are you okay..."

"louder please."

Chu Qingchen looked at Adjutant Cen, then glanced outside meaningfully.

...Following his gaze, Prime Minister Cen seemed to understand.

Cen, the tool man, the adjutant cleared his throat, winked at Chu Qingchen cleverly, and shouted while observing the situation on the other side: "Hey, Marshal, what's wrong with you?"

"Are you hurt? Are you okay?"

"What? There's so much blood? What should I do? Is there anyone who can come and take a look~"

Chu Qingchen's eyes darkened. He had never felt so incapable of leading his teammates...

Why don't you exaggerate a little more?

The two people who were chatting happily on the sofa looked up at the same time when they heard the sound of Cen Xiang's loudspeaker.

"Why don't I go check on him?" Si Mo said to Li Yunqing, "From what Adjutant Cen said, Qingchen seems to be seriously injured. I'll go and apply some medicine to him."

Ms. Li was having a great time chatting with Si Mo, and she looked a little unwilling after hearing this. She used her eyes to "kill" Prime Minister Cen, and then reluctantly let him go: "Well, Xiao Mo, you should spend more time with that rebellious son."

Si Mo smiled and nodded, then he took the medicine box, stood up and left for the kitchen.

Li Yunqing watched Si Mo's back lovingly, and liked him the more he looked at him.

"Young Marshal, it's done~!" Prime Minister Cen stuck his head out and saw Si Mo walking towards them alone. He turned back with pride and showed off to Chu Qingchen.

"Hello, sister-in-law!" Without waiting for Si Mo to approach, he suddenly stood at attention and called out with eyes full of respect.

"What?" Si Mo blinked blankly and asked.

Prime Minister Cen chuckled twice and explained to Si Mo: After all, he was used to calling Ms. Li "Madam". If he called Si Mo "Madam, Young Marshal", it would feel a little awkward.

Or maybe they should wait until their young commander really marries Si Mo before changing their mind.

So now they are arranged according to their casual name in the military camp and age and rank.

"...Okay." After listening to this, Si Mo also nodded solemnly, thinking that the young people are to be feared.

As they passed by, he told Adjutant Cen: "Mrs. Li is looking for you, hurry over~"

"?"

Prime Minister Cen swallowed his saliva, feeling that nothing good was waiting for him: "Ah? What does Madam want to talk to me about?"

Si Mo shrugged and said bluntly: "I don't know."

It can't be that she thinks you ruined her business and now she wants to hold you accountable.

"Come on, I'll pray for you." Si Mo comforted.

"Young Marshal..." Prime Minister Cen looked at Chu Qingchen for help.

"Come on, go quickly." Chu Qingchen waved his hand mercilessly.

...It's true that people from the same family stick together.

"I hate you." After leaving his "last words", Prime Minister Cen died gloriously.

After he left, the aunt beside him was also very perceptive and said with a smile: "I'll bring these up first, you guys chat."

When they were the only two left in the kitchen, Si Mo put down the medicine box and walked over, looking at him with a raised eyebrow: "Where are you hurt?"

Chu Qingchen lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Si Mo already had a vague guess in his mind. After he forcibly pried open Chu Qingchen's palm, he found any wound there.

He was seriously injured, how could he be so deceiving! ?

"Momo." Chu Qingchen put his arm around Si Mo's waist with a wronged look on his face and pulled him into his arms: "What did you two talk about?"

"Guess what." Si Mo teased him intentionally, enjoying watching Chu Qingchen's anxious look with evil taste: "Madam told me a lot about your childhood."

"She also asked me how I could fall in love with you when you have so many shortcomings."

...How can a mother slander her own son like this?

"Ms. Li likes to exaggerate... I'm not that bad." Chu Qingchen explained himself, and then he felt relieved: "But it's good that she recognizes us."

"What else?" Chu Qingchen asked.

Si Mo thought about it and answered without hesitation: "Madam also said that she wants us to play mahjong together later."

Including Prime Minister Cen, there are exactly four people.

Chu Qingchen sighed helplessly: "Sure enough..."

— —

On September 19, XX, the Autumnal Equinox, the government officially approved the marriage application of Chu Qingchen and Si Mo.

In the same year, Marshal Xia Hanlin, the warlord ruler of Shanghai, officially abdicated due to his age, and his successor, Chu Qingchen, the youngest marshal in history, took the throne.

When the military emblem was handed over, everyone in the center of the lobby of the Marshal's Mansion was paying close attention.

Chu Qingchen was dressed in a neat and crisp combat uniform, with his military cap brim holding down his loose hair. His facial features were delicate and sharp, and his military boots were tightly wrapped around his ankles, making him look tall and slender.

As his family member, Si Mo stopped in the corridor, his eyes fixed on the source of light. His eyes were a little red, as if he had just cried, but when Chu Qingchen looked over, Si Mo still smiled at him as usual.

As the marshal, it is our duty to resist foreign invasion and defend our country.

And no matter where he went, Si Mo would choose to accompany Chu Qingchen.

— —

A month later, Chu Qingchen handed over the affairs here to a trusted officer and set off with Adjutant Cen.

Before leaving, Si Mo ran into Mo Xunyu.

The young man looked more resolute than before. He had also heard about Chu Qingchen and Si Mo. With tears in his eyes, he said, "I'll wait for you to come back in Shanghai. When the time comes, I will definitely be the first reporter to interview Shengjun!"

You must come back safely.

"Okay." Si Mo raised the corner of his mouth and replied calmly and firmly: "I'll keep it for you."

……

X years later, the news of the victory of a famous battle spread throughout the city.

As for whether the ambitious journalist got what he wanted, perhaps the answer has already been found, or perhaps...

But no matter what, the stories of the warlords and actors, the young marshal and his wife will be passed down in people's hearts forever.

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(Not counted in word count) — — — — — — — — —Author has something to say:

Sorry, sorry, sorry!!! Because it involves some things that cannot be written (for fear of being locked up in a small dark room), some years are replaced by X. This is an imaginary Republic of China.

Just treat the ending as oe, understand it yourself! Of course, both the life and death of the twins are happy! !

I am not very good at writing about the Republic of China. If there are any shocking or inaccurate things, the author would like to apologize to everyone again!!