The Educated Youth's Pregnant Wife: The Stern Officer's Devotion After Conceiving

Song Zhi, who escaped from a mental hospital, was hit by a truck and sent back twenty-five years.

In her previous life, Song Zhi was blind and foolish, wholeheartedly wanting to marry Tang Junhe...

Chapter 436 Zhu Xiaoqin 1

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

Tang Junhe smiled dotingly and agreed readily.

Looking at his expression, Song Zhi always felt that this man was not very trustworthy.

When she came out of the shower, she saw Tang Junhe wearing a loose bathrobe, sitting leisurely by the bed waiting for her.

His hair was still half dry, probably because he had just come up from downstairs after taking a shower.

"Come and sleep."

Seeing her come out, Tang Junhe smiled at her and motioned her to come over.

Song Zhi hesitated for a moment, but finally walked over.

Who knew that just as I sat down next to him, the next second I saw Tang Junhe leaning towards me.

Song Zhi felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He quickly put his hand against his chest, his expression changing drastically.

"What are you doing? We just agreed to sleep well tonight and not do anything."

Seeing her cute nervous look, Tang Junhe couldn't help laughing out loud.

He said nothing, but took the towel from her hand and gently gathered her black hair.

"Let me wipe your hair. What do you think I am?"

Hearing this, Song Zhi curled her lips. If he hadn't been so cruel to her in the past two days, would she have been like this?

As a result, she has some conditioned reactions whenever Tang Junhe approaches her.

Even now as he was drying her hair, her body tensed up a little, and she watched him out of the corner of her eyes.

Until she realized that Tang Junhe seemed to be just wiping her hair and didn't touch her.

Song Zhi gradually calmed down.

Song Zhi's hair was a little long, and even after wiping it for a long time, it was still half dry. Every time this happened, Song Zhi missed the hair dryers of later generations very much.

Although there are hair dryers now, they have to be placed on the head, which is really uncomfortable, so Song Zhi is not very willing to use them.

There are quite a few hair dryers in her space supermarket, but they are all brands that are not currently available on the market, so she doesn't dare to take them out casually.

"It's really inconvenient to have long hair."

Song Zhi couldn't help but sigh.

After she finished speaking, she yawned loudly, and felt indescribable fatigue in every bone in her body.

She had been busy preparing for the wedding. After the wedding was finally over, she was dragged out by Tang Junhe to hang out for a few days. Now she was really exhausted.

"Cut your hair short?" Tang Junhe asked.

"don't want."

Song Zhi refused without even thinking about it.

She doesn't like short hair.

Tang Junhe shook his head helplessly and continued to do her hair.

By the time her hair was dry, Song Zhi was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes.

She leaned dazedly in Tang Junhe's arms and mumbled, "Alright?"

Tang Junhe hummed lightly, and seeing her extremely cute confused look, he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her lightly on the forehead.

"Go to sleep, good night."

"good evening."

Song Zhi replied in a muffled voice and fell asleep the next second.

Her ability to fall asleep in such a second even surprised Tang Junhe.

Looking at the person sleeping soundly in his arms, a hint of pity welled up in his dark pupils.

It seems that she is really exhausted these days.

He couldn't help but recall the scene of the two of them in the hotel, and his body suddenly became hot.

His eyes darkened, and a small flame burned in them.

The next second, he gently pulled his hand out from under Song Zhi's pillow, lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and walked silently towards the bathroom.

Have a good night's sleep.

The next day, when Song Zhi woke up, he felt refreshed, and the fatigue accumulated over the past few days was finally swept away.

She stretched deeply before sitting up.

The seat next to her was empty and there was no residual warmth. Tang Junhe should have gotten up long ago.

Song Zhi got up lazily and opened the curtains, only to find that Tang Junhe was doing morning exercises in the yard downstairs.

It was obviously just a simple morning exercise, but Tang Junhe did it in a pleasing and imposing manner.

Song Anshan trained with him, but Tang Junhe's movements were much smoother and more powerful.

Song Zhi was watching with great interest upstairs.

After a while, Song Qingbai also ran out. He stood behind the two of them, looked at them for a few seconds, and then started doing exercises with his arms and legs waving.

The movements were a bit funny, and Song Zhi couldn't help laughing.

Tang Junhe seemed to be aware of the gaze behind him, turned around and looked upstairs, and saw a slender figure standing on the second-floor balcony from a distance.

Seeing that she was only wearing a thin nightgown and walking barefoot on the ground, Tang Junhe frowned, turned sideways and said a few words to Song Anshan, then turned and walked into the house.

Song Zhi's attention was all on Song Qingbai, and it took her a while to realize that one person was missing.

Just when I was wondering where Tang Junhe had gone, I heard a cold voice behind me.

"Put on your shoes, be careful not to catch a cold."

Tang Junhe walked towards her with a pair of home shoes in his hand and a stern face. Without waiting for her to speak, he squatted down, grabbed her ankles, and put the shoes on her feet.

"Are you hungry? Aunt Zhu has already prepared breakfast."

"Why don't you eat first?"

Song Zhi then realized that they had been doing morning exercises downstairs and were waiting for him to eat.

"We're not hungry. We're waiting for you to come with us. Let's go down."

Tang Junhe held her hand lightly and walked downstairs.

As he walked out the door, he seemed to suddenly think of something, turned back to the room, took out a thin coat and put it on her.

During breakfast, Tang Junhe took care of her.

Song Zhi enjoyed his consideration comfortably and felt that getting married actually had some benefits.

Song Qingbai tilted his head to look at them, then stretched out his little arm, not willing to be outdone, and picked up a steamed dumpling and put it in Song Zhi's bowl.

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