The newly married reborn cold-faced boss dotes on his delicate wife

Li Changpu's legs hit the edge of the bed behind him. He was confused by what Jiang Tingxia said. Jiang Tingxia pushed him again and said, "Sit down."

Although Li Changpu didn't know what she was going to do, he still sat down obediently.

He raised his head slightly to look at Jiang Tingxia, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Tingxia said nothing, just sat on his lap and pulled his hands around her waist.

She looked tearful, "Li Changpu, let's be together, right now."

Before Li Changpu could understand what she was saying, the next second, her lips pressed against his. She kissed him fiercely and urgently, and transparent tears fell and hit his neck. Li Changpu felt the cold water marks on his skin.

His heart was so cold that it ached.

Jiang Tingxia nibbled and bit in a disorderly manner, her breathing became unnatural, and her breath was full of lust. Li Changpu knew what she meant by "together".

He felt so uncomfortable from the kiss that he could only use his remaining sanity to push Jiang Tingxia's shoulder.

His mouth was blocked, and he could only mumble, "...Ting Xia...No..."

Li Changpu's mind was full of thoughts: How could this be possible? If something really happened to him, would he have to leave a child for her? What would she do for the rest of her life?

But Jiang Tingxia ignored his "resistance". She took his hand, ran her fingers along his wrist, interlocked her fingers with his, and continued to kiss his lips seriously.

She regretted that she should have agreed to be with him a few times before.

At this critical moment of life and death, she no longer wanted to think about anything else. She was so afraid that something might happen to him.

She wanted to kiss him and hug him.

Jiang Tingxia didn't know if she couldn't breathe or was burned by the hot body temperature. Her lips were dry and a little white, but her eyes were as red as a rabbit. She had been crying for too long and was still crying when she kissed him.

Li Changpu watched her lips opening and closing.

She said, "You want me."

After Jiang Tingxia finished speaking, he pushed Li Changpu's shoulder and fell backwards with him, "I want you, too."

Just one sentence was enough to make Li Changpu sink into despair.

He kissed her back until he felt a hand undoing his belt.

Reason returned instantly.

Li Changpu grabbed Jiang Tingxia's dishonest hand and pushed Jiang Tingxia to the side.

The two of them switched positions. Looking at Jiang Tingxia who was looking at him with hazy eyes, Li Changpu could only hold her wrist and speak in a hoarse voice.

"Ting Xia, wait for me to come back."

Li Changpu buttoned up her clothes to cover a large area of ​​her skin, kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and stood up, "I'm leaving."

Before leaving, Jiang Tingxia handed him a red string and said, "Take it with you to keep you safe."

This was the only thing her mother left her. The way the red rope was woven was very special. She tried to weave it many times according to the original red rope, but she couldn't get it right.

Jiang Tingxia gave Li Changpu her mother's only relic, hoping that her mother could bless him in heaven.

Li Changpu is gone. Jiang Tingxia is worried every day he is away. Her heart trembles when she hears the artillery fire in the distance.

Everyone in Chazipo was worried about the war. In just a few days, many wounded soldiers were sent off the battlefield. Jiang Tingxia could hear their heart-wrenching cries.

Zhang Hongxiang brought news that Xu Dazhuang next door had died, and there was wailing and shouting in the next yard. This shock scared Jiang Tingxia, and she became even more worried about Li Changpu.

I wonder how he is doing now?

There was news of casualties on the battlefield at the front every once in a while. Zhang Hongxiang's husband Zhao Yong also went to the battlefield. She was anxious and inquired about the situation in the family compound every day. Every time she heard something, she would tell Jiang Tingxia that Aunt Ma's husband had died and Qian Ersao's husband had a leg broken by the explosion. An Qian burst into tears as she listened. She was worried about Zhang Ming's situation.

The women only knew what happened in the family compound and knew nothing about the battlefield ahead.

Jiang Tingxia was at home, worried about why there was still no news about Li Changpu, but then she thought that no news might be good news.

In order to avoid thinking too much, she liked to do some troublesome work during this period. When cooking, she fryed, steamed and boiled. One dish had as many as 800 steps, and it usually took most of the day. Only in this way could she calm down.

Jiang Tingxia took out a lot of cloth from the box and made some clothes and did needlework when she had free time, and also taught Jin Xiaowen the craft.

Jin Xiaoyu was influenced by what she saw and heard, and would follow Jiang Tingxia and Jin Xiaowen with cloth and thread.

Jin Xiaobao's school is operating normally.

But before school was over that day, Jin Xiaobao came back. He looked a little dejected, his pants were torn, and his arms were drooping.

Jin Xiaowen saw him and hurried to see him, "Xiaobao, what happened? Did you fight?"

Jin Xiaobao remained silent, which was considered as an admission.

"The teacher asked us to call the parents," Jin Xiaobao lowered his head, "My uncle is not at home, so we have to ask her to go."

Regardless of the bruises on Jin Xiaobao's body, Jin Xiaowen patted Jin Xiaobao on the forehead and said, "What do you mean by 'she'? Call me aunt."

Jin Xiaobao pursed his lips tightly and refused to speak.

Seeing his sullen look, Jin Xiaowen put his hands on his hips and lectured him, "Aunt is very good to us. We have food and drink here, you can go to school, and she also taught me skills."

"Ask yourself honestly, has your aunt ever let you go hungry or cold? Isn't it that we eat whatever she eats, and yet you are still like this?"

Jin Xiaowen pulled out a thin branch from the firewood pile and said, "Uncle is not at home, and Aunt has been feeling so miserable these past two days, and you are still causing trouble outside. I'll teach you a lesson first."

Recently, there has been continuous artillery fire on the battlefield ahead, and the thick smoke has also drifted to the family compound.

Every family with a relative on the battlefield was shrouded in an atmosphere of panic. People were emotionally unstable and seemed ready to explode.

Even though they were still children, Jin Xiaowen and the others could sense the low pressure in the atmosphere and started to panic.

Jin Xiaobao is a tough guy, but that's towards others. He will never fight back against his family members. Jin Xiaowen hit him on the back several times, but he didn't even run away.

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Jiang Tingxia walked in from the courtyard gate and saw the two siblings walking towards her dejectedly. She asked, "What's wrong?"

She looked at Jin Xiaobao, who should be in school at this time, and frowned, "Why didn't you go to class?"

Jin Xiaobao said in a low voice, "The teacher asked us to invite the parents."

Jiang Tingxia looked at the torn marks on Jin Xiaobao's clothes and felt helpless. Usually, Li Changpu took care of his affairs. Now that he was not at home, she was the only adult at home, so she had to take care of these things.

Jiang Tingxia looked at Jin Xiaobao and said, "Let's go."

Jin Xiaowen also followed with his sister. Jiang Tingxia simply hung a lock on the gate of the courtyard, and they went to school.

Jiang Tingxia had met Teacher Lin last time. She was sitting at her desk and asked Jiang Tingxia when she saw her, "Are you Jin Xiaobao's parent?"

Jiang Tingxia hummed, prepared to be punished by the teacher, and walked to Teacher Lin.