Spoil You All Your Life

("I'll answer the phone." Mo Zimu jumped to the window and pushed the mobile phone skateboard away. "Hey, Zixian."

Shi Zixian came from that end with a faint smile, "Little thing, so happy?"

"Why don't you call me "Madam"?"

Shi Zixian laughed, "Haha, ma'am."

Mo Zimule smiled, "Hey, grinning. Are you there yet?"

"Just off the plane, in the car to the institute."

Knowing that Shi Zixian would not be able to talk to her on the phone for a while, Mo Zimu's mood suddenly became a little dull. This subtle change was immediately felt by the man over there.

"Good boy."

"Ok?"

"Find a good seat and talk to me."

Mo Zimu looked into the living room at the back, "I'll go upstairs."

Seeing Mo Zimu running upstairs, He Zichong couldn't help teasing her, "Hey, hide upstairs? Are you going to say something red-faced, we want to listen."

Mo Zimu ran to the third floor in one breath, just pushed open the door of his own room, stopped, and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Zixian."

"Ok?"

"Can I go to your room?"

"Hehe, of course."

Mo Zimu pushed away Shi Zixian's room, and the smell coming toward her made her feel very familiar, as if he was in the room, and the boring feeling in her heart was gently let go.

"Is there anyone next to you now?" Mo Zimu asked.

"Well, pick up my comrade-in-arms. Have you eaten anything after you go home?"

Mo Zimu walked into Shi Zixian's bedroom, looked at the military uniforms in his closet, and stood in front of the dress room, wondering what Zixian looked like in his dress?

"What are you thinking about?" Shi Zixian asked Mo Zimu softly.

"How do you know I'm thinking about something?"

Shi Zixian smiled, "You haven't spoken for a long time, don't you think about things?"

"I wonder what you look like in a dress."

"Haha, want to get married?" Shi Zixian smiled softly.

Mo Zimu was embarrassed, his cheeks flushed lightly, "You just want to get married."

Shi Zixian directly admitted, "That's right, I really want to get married." I can't wait to marry her now, but unfortunately, no.

Mo Zimu's face became more flushed, turned around and walked to the side with a chuckle, sat down, leaned against Shi Zixian's head, took his pillow and hugged him in his arms.

"Not ashamed."

Shi Zixian laughed, "A boy who is a big man and a woman who is a big one is married. What's not as embarrassing, you don't want to see what our babies look like sooner?"

At this time, Mo Zimu's face was completely red.

"Hey! Shizixian!"

He is too anxious about thinking about babies before getting married.

"Haha, good, good, don't talk, I secretly think it's okay."

"Military ruffian."

"Hey, Comrade Mo Zimu, I have said so many times that he has personally attacked and slandered the soldiers of the Republic. Remember, next time I meet you, I will take care of you."

Mo Zimu hugged the pillow in his arms tighter, "Zixian, I want to sleep with your *."

Hearing Mo Zimu's low voice, Shi Zixian's heart suddenly hurt, and some dependence will be expressed in a simple sentence without directly speaking. He can feel her attachment to him at all. .

"it is good."

Feeling Mo Zimu's happiness, Shi Zixian said again, "Little things, the military uniform in the leftmost room of the closet is from the time of our military academy. You can choose one as pajamas."

"Wrinkle."

"Hehe, I won't wear it again, and it can be ironed."

"That's two."

"Haha, it's up to you."

Mumu, I'm sorry, I'm so far away from you, it's just my clothes that can accompany you, and I feel distressed.

Zixian, please rest assured, I am so far away from you, so familiar with me, so close to you, I am very happy.

After Shi Zixian left, for the first three days, regardless of day and night, he and Mo Zimu didn't have a phone call, and they were so busy that they didn't even send a message to her.

And Mo Zimu is accompanied by Shizi who has been dealing with Huo Dongting's prosecution. Although he will think of Shizixian when he stops, he understands that he must be busy before going to the research institute, and hide his emotions in front of everyone who has been careful.

After a two-day break, Su Junmo returned to "holding the son and taking the old" to work.

Yao Tiantian called Mo Zimu several times and got the answer that she was busy. It was inevitable that she had a little bit of criticism to Mo Zimu. However, Yao Tiantian also heard Shi Zipei talk about the old things and didn’t have time for Mo Zimu. I can understand it when I meet her.

He Xiaohuan's annual vacation ended three days after Shi Zixian went to Jiuquan, and he returned to the NJ Military Region to which he belonged.

Seventh day after Shi Zixian left, night.

City Y, General Building No. 3, Family Courtyard of the New Military Region.

Mo Zimu was lying on Shi Zixian’s *, his pajamas were directly “retired”, a pine-green military uniform was worn as pajamas, his eyes were full of charm and he looked at the ceiling, and his white toes were trembling mischievously and red. The lips murmured.

"The seventh day..."

It's been seven days, are you still so busy?

Mo Zimu turned over and bit his left index finger, "Huh, just leave me alone, nasty, no boyfriend's consciousness at all. If you don't think about me, I will..."

Turning over again, Mo Zimu thought for a while, what should he do if Zixian doesn't call again?

In fact, it’s not that he can’t understand his helplessness and busyness, but after all, they are sure that the relationship is on the rise. Even if they can’t be together every day, as a lover, of course she still hopes to hear his voice every day, even if it’s a text message. It’s okay. It’s okay to get busy during the day and there are people around her. At night, she can’t help thinking about him, thinking about him, thinking about his voice, thinking about his smile, and thinking about him lying next to her while sleeping Looks gentle and crazy.

After thinking about it, Mo Zimu turned over and picked up the mobile phone on the front cabinet, flipped it around at random, and clicked on the phone book. Shi Zixian's name has changed from the original "Zixian" to "Finish".

Humph, what is done, to be determined!

Thinking this way, Mo Zi angrily saved the number of Shi Zixian: To be determined!

Just after changing the name, a phone call came in suddenly, and Mo Zimu's black phone was almost taken off.

"Hey, Zidu."

"Listening to you, it seems that I am unhappy."

Mo Zimu smiled, "Hehe, how come, what's the matter?"

"Zipei wants to go out for supper, are you interested, together?"

"Forget it, I slept, and I have to go to court tomorrow."

"Really not coming?"

At this moment, the phone in the living room downstairs seemed to rang, Mo Zimu's ears stood up, and he sat up from the top of the *.

"No, Zidu, eat it, I'm so sleepy, hang up first, good night."

"good night."

Mo Zimu, who hung up his mobile phone, ran to open the slippers before they had time to wear them. The door to the room was confirmed to be the living room phone ringing, and he ran downstairs barefoot.

Be good, wait a minute, don't hang up.

For the final distance, three steps in parallel, Mo Zimu leaned forward and grabbed the phone, "Hello?"

"Haha~~~" Shi Zixian's chuckle came, "Did you run downstairs?"

He reached her gasp.

Suddenly heard Shi Zixian's voice, Mo Zimu was sweet and wanted to get angry, holding the phone, he felt a little unreal, "Zixian?"

"Hehe, it's me. Little thing, okay?"

Mo Zimu panted and sat on the cloth sofa, pouting, "Looks good."

"Then it's actually not good, let's talk about it, what's wrong? Give you an idea for your husband."

Hearing Shi Zixian's warm voice, Mo Zimu truly felt the deep love for the first time, "Zixian, I... miss you."

The man at the other end remained silent for three seconds without speaking, his firm heart softened layer after layer because of Mo Zimu's words.

"Good boy."

Mo Zimu's brows frowned, and her hand holding the phone squeezed unconsciously. She really wanted to say ‘she’s fine, let him rest assured’, but she couldn’t deceive her heart, she really wanted Zixian.

Shi Zixian took a long breath at that end, "Madam, I really wronged you."

"Zixian, have you slept these days?" Mo Zimu asked suddenly, "I want to be honest."

"I didn't sleep for the first three days, and took a few hours of rest every day for the next four days. I went home every night at four in the morning. I didn't want to wake you, so I didn't call you.

"Then if you are afraid of quarreling me in the future, just message me, is it okay? Just one item a day.

She just remembered that there was no mobile phone message between them, and she didn't even have a chance to flip through the messages and recall them.

"it is good."

Mo Zimu checked the time, at 12 o'clock in the evening, "Zixian, are you busy tonight?"

"No need tonight."

"Then you go to sleep."

Shi Zixian smiled, "It's okay, it's rare to have time, I want to hear your voice."

If love is mutual, two hearts are also longing for each other.

Body: 3213 words.

Grid: Grid’s [Old Fourth] was born this afternoon, digging holes and waiting for new and old friends to jump, (*__*), rest assured, I will definitely pull everyone out.

1. It is ancient Chinese. (I know that Guliang didn’t sprout ancient prose before, but Grid didn’t want to position himself in a certain type of love. I hope everyone can support me in writing a different novel, new love, and new moving.)

2. Tentative title. (After the fourth child was made public in the group, everyone was studying the "Xuan Ji Tu" in the afternoon. The first is a love poem by the former Qin poetess Su Hui, and the other is a film directed by Tao Jianghua. The martial arts secrets to dominate the martial arts. In the grid, what is trying to show is'a picture of the art of war that helps others to dominate the world.' However, friends who follow the grid all the way know that my suspended title is often edited when I formally fill the hole. Because it’s too literary, there is no click. So, please don’t entangle the title.)

3. The foreword is not properly typeset. The last two sentences of the first chapter "Mei Jia Tu" and "Gu Su Mo" are 4 years younger than written. Please forgive me for the time being. The editor is on annual leave and will be able to work in the coming year. Revision review.

4. I hope everyone can continue to support the grid and collect one! (The mushroom cool hands and feet in the group are so fast, I have never grabbed the sofa myself.)

5. After Xinkeng appeared, amidst many consultations and discussions, a Guliang said to Grid: "Gege, monk xxoo is a relapse."

Grid I — — I sprayed a sip of water directly on the computer and it got muddled! (Omg! This is how long I’ve been hungry for my child, I think of this esoteric question after reading the introduction to Xinkeng!)