Tang Junhe didn't say anything, but it was clearly written on his face.

Isn’t it?

Song Zhi looked up at the sky speechlessly, not knowing what to say.

"If I say it's just a coincidence, would you believe me?"

She took a deep breath, then looked at the man in front of her seriously and asked.

"I don't believe it." Tang Junhe replied immediately.

Song Zhi: “…”

He was too honest.

But this matter is indeed a bit difficult to explain.

It was actually reasonable for him to think so. After all, she had done a lot of stupid things in the past in order to pursue him.

Tang Junhe looked at her strange expression and frowned again.

"Don't worry, I mean what I say. I really won't bother you anymore. This time, it was just a coincidence. I didn't know your troops were here when I came here."

She really hadn't thought of this before. If she had known, she wouldn't have come here.

She really has no feelings for him now.

Those twenty-five years of marriage that felt like a widow's death had left her completely disheartened.

In short, he was someone she could never get no matter what.

Then she simply gave up.

All she wants now is the baby in her belly, helping her father manage the factory, and living a good life as a family.

After she finished speaking, she left without caring about Tang Junhe's expression.

However, before he had taken a few steps, he was stopped by Tang Junhe again.

"What's wrong? Tang Junhe, you are a soldier after all. Do you have to make me swear an oath before you believe me?"

Song Zhi turned around irritably and complained speechlessly.

Hearing this, Tang Junhe's face turned a little ugly, but he still took out a small iron box from his pocket and handed it to her.

Song Zhi looked at him in confusion. What did this mean?

"Medicine for wounds." Tang Junhe looked at her hands and face meaningfully.

If these wounds on her face are not treated, they will easily dry out and crack when exposed to cold wind.

The feeling of cracked wounds is not pleasant, and it is not something a delicate young lady like her can endure.

Song Zhi immediately felt that the medicine was a little hot. She looked at Tang Junhe suspiciously. What kind of medicine was he selling?

The flower of Gaoling sends medicine to herself?

"Don't get me wrong. It was your father who sent me a telegram specifically asking me to take good care of you. He also asked me to prepare this medicine."

Tang Junhe explained calmly.

Hearing this, Song Zhi was stunned for a moment, then smiled self-deprecatingly.

She knew that Tang Junhe would never like her, so how could she still have any unrealistic fantasies?

"Thank you. If you have time, please let my dad know you're safe." Song Zhi waved his hand and left quickly.

Tang Junhe stood there, watching the figure with pigtails swinging as she gradually disappeared into the dusk, and suddenly felt that she was leaving him step by step.

As soon as this thought came to mind, Tang Junhe's brows were tightly knitted into the shape of a "川" character.

Why did he suddenly think so?

*

Song Zhi had deliberately waited until the end, and because he had just met Tang Junhe, he was delayed for a while, so he became the last person to return to the educated youth canteen.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Song Ruanruan hanging out with a group of male educated youth, flirting with them.

"Brother Jian, I am so grateful to you guys today. Otherwise, I don't know how long I would have finished this job. You guys are so kind."

Song Ruanruan smiled with her eyes curved, and the male educated youth blushed with praise, and they wished they could take on all her future work.

Song Ruanruan smiled even sweeter, calling him "brother" all the time, but her eyes were full of disdain.

If she didn't want to win them over to work for her, she wouldn't bother lowering her status.

When she looked up, she suddenly caught a glimpse of Song Zhi who came in with a weathered look. She rolled her eyes and called out deliberately.

"Sister, why are you so busy and come back so late?"

Looking at Song Ruanruan's deliberate show-off, Song Zhi curled his lips speechlessly, ignored her, and walked straight to the empty seat in the corner.

When the male educated youth heard the noise, they all looked towards Song Zhi.

Song Ruanruan is pretty, so her sister shouldn't be too bad either.

But I didn't expect that when I looked at it, I saw only a chubby little boy dressed in black.

"Ruan Ruan, she's your sister? Why is she so fat? You two sisters don't look alike at all."

A male educated youth exclaimed and spoke to Song Ruanruan in a flattering manner.

Song Ruanruan really enjoyed these words, and she nodded softly.

"We don't look alike. My sister has been like this since she was a child. Maybe it's because she loves to eat more."

After hearing what Song Ruanruan said, the male educated youth looked at Song Zhi with a lot of disgust.

But there were also many people looking at her carefully.

Although Song Zhi is fat, all the flesh is on her body, so her face is not too big. Moreover, her figure makes her face look a lot smaller.

And apart from being a little fat, her facial features are actually very good, with delicate eyebrows, a straight nose, cherry red lips, and her skin is as white as porcelain.

If you ignore the figure, Song Zhi's facial features are even better looking than Song Ruanruan's.

Although her face was a little dirty due to work, it still couldn't hide her beauty.

"Actually, your sister is pretty too. If she could lose weight, she would be as pretty as you."

I don't know who made the comment.

This made Song Ruanruan's face change immediately. She clenched her hands hidden under the table into fists and gritted her teeth as she looked at Song Zhi's back.

Seeing those male educated youth still looking at her, she was so angry that her eyes turned red.

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