She recalled what Jiang Nian had said earlier, and Zhao Weidong heard it.

After hearing what she said, and then hearing the news that Jiang Nian had given birth to two sons, would the man feel uncomfortable?

As Song Yingying froze, Zhao Weidong leaned over to her, took the seat belt from her hand, and then buckled it with a click.

Song Yingying was in a trance when she suddenly felt a man's breath coming towards her.

Zhao Weidong tilted his head back and kissed her.

A deep kiss with a manly, rough feel and a mature, invasive desire.

The rough guy was no longer a blockhead, and he no longer needed to repeatedly test Song Yingying's heart. After confirming their sincerity towards each other, he freely vented the true desires in his heart.

There is nothing wrong with this. They are already husband and wife, but now they are becoming more and more like a real couple.

After a long time, Song Yingying's eyes turned red from the kiss, and she stared at Zhao Weidong in a daze, "You..."

"Wife, I listen to you." Zhao Weidong's voice was low and hoarse, his breath was hot, suppressing the desire that was restricted by the environment at this moment, he panted and said, "Wife, we don't want children, Xiaobei is enough."

Song Yingying was surprised, "Are you sure?"

Zhao Weidong nodded heavily. "Last night in the hospital, I was thinking, if one day you were lying on the bed and being pushed in, would I be able to be as calm as Captain Qin? Yingying, I don't want to see you suffer. I already have a child."

He heard what Song Yingying said and kept it in his heart. Between Song Yingying and the child, Zhao Weidong chose Song Yingying with practical actions.

Since Song Yingying said no, then no.

The fact that Zhao Weidong took the risk to marry the "unsuccessful" Song Yingying shows that he is not a feudal and old-fashioned person.

The rough guy knew exactly what he wanted.

Song Yingying's heart was moved, her eyes reflected Zhao Weidong's figure deeply, and she took the initiative to reach out and put her arms around his neck.

Adult men and women, passionate and passionate.

…

After a long time, Zhao Weidong drove Song Yingying back to the compound.

Before getting off the bus, Song Yingying asked, "Do you still want to go back to the barracks?"

"Well, I didn't attend yesterday's meeting, so I have to go over today." Zhao Weidong turned the steering wheel and parked the car on the side of the road.

Song Yingying reminded worriedly, "You didn't sleep all night, don't be too tired, you can take a nap at noon. Ha——"

Having said that, Song Yingying couldn't help but yawn and her eyes narrowed.

She was really sleepy and was feeling increasingly exhausted.

Zhao Weidong reminded, "After you return, take a good rest and make sure you get enough sleep."

"Yes. I..." Song Yingying rarely showed shyness, "I'll take a nap first, and then go to the hospital when I wake up. I will be back before dinner and wait for you to come home for dinner."

"T."

Zhao Weidong's thick brows relaxed, showing no signs of fatigue from the night before, only a heart full of satisfaction.

The two of them were reluctant to leave before Song Yingying got out of the car.

After watching Zhao Weidong drive away, Song Yingying slowly returned to the compound. As soon as she reached the gate of the yard, she saw a familiar figure.

"Liang...Shujun?"

Song Yingying didn't have much contact with Liang Shujun, and she wasn't herself yet, and everything was in her original body's memory. If Song Yingying hadn't reacted quickly enough, she wouldn't have been able to remember her name.