Sixty years old with the army, the heirless boss loves his fertile wife

Chapter 47 Big Pants

"Is it nice?"

Tang Qiyue answered uncertainly.

Zhan Zeye stared into her eyes and moved his head closer and closer until their breathing intertwined, then he stopped.

“It’s fine as long as it feels good!”

The man with a sullen face suddenly said this, which surprised Tang Qiyue, who was prepared to be scolded.

Her beautiful big eyes couldn't help but widen.

"Aren't you angry?"

Tang Qiyue thought that the man would have a bad influence on her because of her casual behavior, but she never expected that Zhan Zeye would actually praise her.

"Oh, why are you angry?"

Zhan Zeye stepped back and did not continue to stare at Tang Qiyue to put pressure on her. Instead, he walked around Tang Qiyue and entered the house.

Tang Qiyue had no choice but to follow him into the house.

It was dark outside. Although the moon was bright, the room was still dark. Zhan Zeye didn't know where the oil lamp at home was, so he could only go directly to the bed and lie down.

Tang Qiuyue went to the table and lit the oil lamp, covered the lamp with a windshield, adjusted the air vent to adjust the size of the flame, and made sure the room was covered with orange light.

Zhan Zeye had been lying on his side, with his head propped up, watching Tang Qiyue busying around.

With the help of the light, he finally saw the room clearly. When he replaced the furniture before, he knew the layout, but at that time it was bare and he just put the furniture in place. However, during the time he was away, Tang Qiyue actually gave the furniture a new look.

A tea tray with a set of tea sets was placed on the table, and a piece of cloth was spread on the table. The original wooden color of the table seemed to become a lot fresher.

Even the chairs are covered with chair covers. Although it is very simple, it has a sense of literature and art.

A curtain was hung outside the wardrobe, blocking the monotonous grid. There was also a large mirror next to it, the kind that could reflect the entire body. Zhan Zeye had good eyesight and could see himself in the mirror.

There were also two more thermoses under the table and two more pairs of sandals beside the bed, one pair for men and one pair for women. You didn't have to guess to know that they were prepared by Tang Qiuyue.

Tang Qiyue didn't know that Zhan Zeye was watching her. She lit the oil lamp, but did not go to bed immediately. Instead, she sat at the table and took out a wicker box from her dowry box.

She pulled out some cotton cloth and a tape measure.

"Stand up and I'll measure you!"

Tang Qiyue casually tied up her hair that was scattered on her shoulders with the handkerchief on her wrist, and walked up to Zhan Zeye with a tape measure in hand.

Zhan Zeye raised an eyebrow and looked at her, "I have a military uniform and don't need new clothes!"

Tang Qiyue coughed dryly, "I'm not making outerwear for you. I saw your trousers hanging over the bamboo shed today. They are all patched up and have holes in some places! There's no need to mend them anymore!"

Zhan Zeye: ￣□￣｜｜

He scratched his nose.

This is indeed not something I have thought of.

Who can blame him for being a rough guy who trains a lot every day? How could he have the nerve to ask someone to help him mend something like his trouser waist? His workmanship is poor. Anyway, he is wearing it inside, so if it gets torn, it gets torn, who will notice?

I didn’t expect that now that I’m married, my wife can see it.

He didn't blush. Anyway, he was thick-skinned and stood up to let Tang Qiyue measure his waist.

It was also the first time for Tang Qiyue to make this kind of thing for a man. Even though she was mentally prepared, it still felt unnatural. Fortunately, she was just making boxer briefs, and for this kind of large briefs, she only needed to know the length and waist circumference.

The craftsmanship was not complicated, Tang Qiyue sat down and picked up a piece of cotton cloth to start cutting. Zhan Zeye saw her sew a pair of trousers very quickly, and perhaps because he thought that the trousers were for himself, he felt uncomfortable all over.

After Tang Qiyue finished sewing it, she handed it to him and said, "Wear this tomorrow!"

Tang Qiyue put away the remaining cotton cloth, sewing kit and other things, stretched herself and prepared to go to bed.

Zhan Zeye held up the freshly-made pair of shorts and didn't put them under his body until Tang Qiyue walked to the bed.

Tang Qiyue saw that Zhan Zeye didn't move and could only stare at him.

"Um...I sleep outside?"

Because the bed was placed against the wall, Tang Qiyue had no way to go around to the other side to lie down. If she went from Zhan Zeye's side, she could only crawl over him.

Zhan Zeye has to do morning exercises every morning. If he sleeps inside, he will definitely wake Tang Qiyue up in the morning. The key point is that he is a grown man and he can't let a woman sleep outside.

"Tsk!"

I heard him utter a familiar particle, and then he moved his body to make way.

Tang Qiyue didn't worry about why he didn't sit up to make room for her. Instead, she took off her shoes and climbed onto the bed. However, when she was about to pass through, Zhan Zeye stopped her with both hands, grabbed her slender waist and pulled her into his arms.

He turned around and held the person down, and he took the quilt and covered Tang Qiyue with it, and put one hand under Tang Qiyue's neck to hold her in his arms.

It’s not that Tang Qiyue didn’t think about struggling, but she subconsciously knew that as long as the two of them didn’t pretend to be a couple, she couldn’t be too defensive against Zhan Zeye.

The result was that one did it deliberately, and the other condoned it, resulting in the two of them lying together.

"Wife, have I ever said that we won't be fake couples?"

Zhan Zeye's breath sprayed on Tang Qiyue's ears, causing all the small hairs on her ears to stand up, and the air flow caused waves of numbness.

Tang Qiyue nodded.

If it weren't for this reason, she would never let Zhan Zeye get close to her.

How could she, who could kill a wild boar with one kick, not be able to fight against Zeno?

"Now tell me, why didn't you kill a man?"

Zhan Zeye flicked a straw bead that he had been playing with in his hand and it just happened to fall into the windshield of the oil lamp, extinguishing the flame and plunging the room into darkness.

Tang Qiyue did not notice this, but was confused by Zhan Zeye's two completely unrelated questions. It took her a moment to realize what Zhan Zeye's second question meant.

She thought Zhan Zeye would no longer care about her beating someone up, but she never expected that he would wait until now to ask.

"Murder is a crime!"

Tang Qiyue said it calmly, but she could hear the man chuckle in her ear: "Then you should have many ways to make him die without anyone noticing!"

Tang Qiyue was stunned. She turned her body to meet Zhan Zeye's gaze. The moonlight shone through the window and through the gauze onto Zhan Zeye's face, allowing Tang Qiyue to see the determination in his eyes.

"I'm not a murderer. He is a domestic violence man, but his wife didn't do anything. Why should I, an outsider, do such a thing?"

It wasn't that she was so excited, she just felt that what Zhan Zeye said didn't make sense.

Even if a murderer is convicted by law, how could she, an ordinary person, have the right to decide life and death?

The angry Tang Qiyue finally felt something different.

She was waiting for Zhan Zeye's answer, but instead of receiving any words from him, she felt only warmth on her lips.

(End of this chapter)