Chapter 222 Can you give me a hug?

By then, even 500,000 might not be enough.

"Then how much do you think it is?" The chief looked at Song Yiyuan with a dark face, as if he just wanted his wife to forget that he was a soldier.

He had forgotten that this was the effect he wanted in the first place.

He wanted Song Yiyuan to seduce Lin Qingqing and tie her up.

Song Yiyuan's gaze moved between the leader and Wang Qiwei's faces.

"Eight hundred thousand, that's reasonable."

The leader understood what he meant. He didn't want to see his wife suffer, nor did he want the army to be in too much trouble.

He raised his index finger and pointed at Song Yiyuan: "Good, good boy." All the schemes were plotted against him.

Wang Yu looked at Song Yiyuan's calm expression and knew that this kid was determined to get what he wanted.

"Okay, we'll just say it was you who proposed it when we apply to the higher-ups. We won't take the blame for this."

Lin Qingqing and Deputy Commander Liao had clearly agreed on it that day, but now he has changed his mind. Isn't this making things difficult for them? When they report this to Deputy Commander Liao, they will definitely be scolded to death.

The chief picked up the document bag, which contained the buyout contract and passbook, neither of which were needed now.

"We'll come again tomorrow." The leader said this and left angrily.

Lin Qingqing smiled and sent the two sullen-faced leaders out the door. Seeing that they did not directly refuse, it meant that there was a hope.

Song Yiyuan had increased her assets by 300,000 yuan with just a few words. She planned to treat him better these days.

She knew clearly that the extra 300,000 yuan was not given by Song Yiyuan at will, but was given by the Song family who supported him and gave him the confidence to take advantage of the country.

To put it bluntly, it is to cash in on the contributions of several generations of the Song family to the country.

Thinking of what Song Yiyuan had said a few days ago about going to Kyoto, she now had other ideas in her mind.

After the leaders left, Song Yiyuan went back to the kitchen and brought the food to the living room to eat.

"Have a meal."

He stood at the door of the hall and spoke to Lin Qingqing in the yard.

Lin Qingqing took the three cups on the stone table to the basin under the water pump, intending to wash them before eating.

Song Yiyuan came over and pulled Lin Qingqing up, saying softly, "Eat first, I'll wash it later."

Lin Qingqing stood up helplessly. Why did she feel that she would be even more useless if Xiaomei left?

The two returned to the hall, sat opposite each other, and picked up their chopsticks and bowls at the same time.

Lin Qingqing looked at the white rice, fried beans, and rabbit with potatoes on the table. They looked pretty good.

Song Yiyuan watched Lin Qingqing pick up the dishes and eat them slowly, without disliking the food he cooked.

He was in a good mood and started eating.

Under Song Yiyuan's occasional gaze, Lin Qingqing finished her meal calmly. Just as she was about to clean up the dishes, Song Yiyuan had already taken them away, put them in the basin, tied on an apron and started washing them.

Lin Qingqing: “…”

She took the basin to the small pot in the kitchen to scoop hot water for washing. Song Yiyuan washed the dishes quickly, wanting to chat with Lin Qingqing later.

Lin Qingqing returned to the room with a basin of hot water and locked the door.

He slipped into the space, went back to his dormitory and took a comfortable shower, then came out and slowly dried himself in the room and put on his clothes.

When she came out again, it was already 15 minutes later.

Song Yiyuan took a basin of hot water, took off his shirt and took a bath in the yard.

Lin Qingqing: “…”

Song Yiyuan heard the noise behind him and turned around hurriedly. He didn't expect Lin Qingqing to come out so quickly.

He hurriedly put on the vest, but the water on his upper body had not been wiped dry yet, and the vest stuck tightly to his body.

The abdominal muscles, tight waistline, and the bulge on it are all exposed.

It’s better not to wear this.

When Lin Qingqing came out, she could see everything clearly.

The inverted triangle proportions, the pectoral muscles, abdominal muscles, the strong and narrow waist, and the bulging muscles on the arms...my hormones are about to explode.

He is the typical type who looks muscular when he takes off his clothes but thin when he is dressed. Normally, when you see him wearing a military uniform, he looks straight and tall, and you can't tell that he has so many muscles.

"Are you done washing?"

Song Yiyuan asked nervously. He felt that Qingqing Tian's attitude towards him had just softened a little. He didn't want him to think that he was a gangster and was sent to the small dark room again.

"Um."

Lin Qingqing walked over and poured the water evenly on the vegetable patch, put down the basin and went into her room without any expression throughout.

However, the moment Lin Qingqing passed by, Song Yiyuan clearly smelled the minty cool fragrance on her body, which reduced some of the heat of the summer night.

Seeing Lin Qingqing return to the house, Song Yiyuan took off his vest and washed his body again, then took out a clean vest and military pants and put them on.

“Knock knock knock~~~”

Song Yiyuan's hair was still half dry after he had just finished taking a shower. He combed the wet hair to his head with his hands, and a few strands of hair were still hanging in front of his forehead.

His facial features were clean and clear, as if they had just been washed.

Lin Qingqing opened the door and saw Song Yiyuan standing at the door with a smile on his face and an enamel bowl in his hand.

"This is the pear soup I made in a small pot while I was cooking. Drink it to moisten your lungs."

Lin Qingqing glanced at the enamel bowl. The light yellow pear soup smelled sweet. Considering the three hundred thousand yuan, she nodded.

Reach out to take it.

Song Yiyuan dodged and said, "It's hot. I'll put it on the desk for you."

He saw that the lamp on Lin Qingqing's desk was on. She must have been writing something.

Lin Qingqing turned sideways to let Song Yiyuan in.

He came in and put down the enamel bowl. Seeing Lin Qingqing reading a high school textbook, he turned around and asked, "Are you studying high school knowledge?"

Lin Qingqing nodded.

She just took it out because she wanted to understand what the teaching materials of that era were like so that she could teach Xiaomei in the future.

Song Yiyuan smiled and said, "I haven't forgotten anything I learned in high school. If you don't understand something, you can ask me."

"No need." Lin Qingqing said expressionlessly.

"It's still early and I can't sleep. How about I read a book with you?"

He said tentatively.

Lin Qingqing stood by the door and just looked at him, looked at him...

Song Yiyuan pursed his lips, he understood.

He walked towards the door, but when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, turned around to face Lin Qingqing, and stared at Lin Qingqing with his eyes.

Lin Qingqing: “?”

Song Yiyuan stretched out his arms: "Today I helped you earn 300,000 yuan, can you give me a hug?"

Lin Qingqing: “…”