"I have to go too, I can't stay any longer!"
"My husband is a battalion commander, and he usually seems very respectable, but when he drinks too much, he can't sleep soundly. He wakes up every ten minutes or so, and I have to be there to soothe him. If he can't see me, he lies on the floor crying and making a fuss, just like a child. He's such a pain!"
Qiqi saw her to the door and heard several children running wildly in the square. Remembering what happened at noon, she quickly called out to Deng Cuixiang and asked.
"Oh, by the way, did you ask Xiangyang what happened when you got back? What kind of conflict did he have with Zhouzhou?"
The atmosphere at their table at lunchtime was a little strange.
The arrangement was for the three children to sit together, but Jiang Xiangyang refused to sit near Zhouzhou no matter what, and insisted on carrying his stool and squeezing into the group of three adults.
Even when it's time to eat, he always has to be stubborn. Whatever Zhouzhou eats, he just won't eat.
Zhouzhou, on the other hand, was quite calm and ate a little of everything.
This infuriated Jiang Xiangyang. He couldn't eat anything, so he drank several large cups of a beverage made with orange extract until he was full.
Deng Cuixiang felt a surge of anger whenever Jiang Xiangyang was mentioned.
"I asked him, but that brat absolutely refuses to tell me! I don't know where he learned that awful temper from! I'm going to give him a good spanking when we get back!"
Zhou Qiqi quickly stopped her.
"No, no, no, Sister Cuixiang, kids will be kids, it's normal for them to have disagreements sometimes. It's not necessarily anyone's fault. Please don't hit Xiangyang!"
"Alright."
Deng Cuixiang pursed her lips, it was unclear whether she had heard her or not.
After seeing her off, Qiqi brought the hangover soup she had prepared into the room.
Shen Huaichuan was fast asleep.
Unlike Battalion Commander Jiang, Shen Huaichuan was very quiet after getting drunk. His brows were still furrowed, his lips were pursed into a straight line, and his expression was cold and stern, just like usual.
For some reason, the words Sister Cuixiang had just said suddenly replayed in my mind.
She moved a stool over and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to gently stroke his furrowed brows, then slowly sliding her hand down to his tightly pursed lips.
Then, as if possessed, he leaned closer and whispered a single word.
"you..."
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