Chapter 162 Little Balloon
Zhou Xiye kissed her forehead: "Beijing is not like Ganbei. The emperor is far away and can do whatever he wants. There are too many people in Beijing who don't get along with the Bian family, so she will definitely keep a low profile when she comes back. Moreover, as long as someone knows she is back, they will not let her have peace. For example, her former mother-in-law's family is also very difficult to deal with. If that family knows she is back, she will not be able to have peace."
He had already learned about Chen Sheng's character from Song Dong, and found him to be a difficult and narrow-minded person.
Jiang Zhizhi thought about it and agreed: "However, I haven't gotten my revenge yet for what she did to me when I was kidnapped. If she tries the same thing again when she gets back to Beijing, I'll put her in front of a gun and let her taste the bullet!"
In her heart, however, she was thinking that she had to find a way to get something on Bian Xiaoxiao's hands. She couldn't just passively wait for Bian Xiaoxiao to plot against her; she had to take the initiative and make Bian Xiaoxiao reveal a weakness.
Of course, this idea cannot be shared with Zhou Xiye for the time being, as he would certainly not agree with it.
His expression was serious and his tone was fierce.
In Zhou Xiye's eyes, however, she was quite adorable. He smiled and ruffled her hair, saying, "Okay, whatever you do is fine. I'll clean up the mess for you. Let's go eat."
Jiang Zhizhi got out of bed, then suddenly remembered the bullet wound on her shoulder: "Damn it, there's also the bullet wound on my shoulder. I suspect it was her too. Oh well, if we can't find her for now, then it must be her."
Zhou Xiye said helplessly, "You're not allowed to swear."
Jiang Zhizhi chuckled and ran out to wash her face. She went to find Fang Hua and saw that Fang Hua had already wrapped the dumplings. She sweetly praised, "Mom, you're amazing! You wrapped so many dumplings in such a short time? The dumplings you made are so beautiful, round and cute!"
Fang Hua couldn't help but laugh: "You, your mouth is always sweet as honey, you just know how to make people happy. Alright, go upstairs and call your dad down for dinner."
Jiang Zhizhi ran upstairs happily and called out to Zhou Chengzhi.
Then she diligently helped Fang Hua set out the bowls and chopsticks.
Zhou Xiaochuan still hadn't returned by dinner time.
Zhou Chengzhi was a little angry: "Tell Xiao Chuan later that he doesn't come home for meals every day, does he treat his home like a hotel?"
Fang Hua sighed helplessly, "Alright, just say less. You can talk whether he comes back or not. He's twenty-two, he should be concerned about his reputation. Stop talking and eat your dumplings."
As he spoke, he huffed and puffed as he put several dumplings onto Zhou Chengzhi's plate, telling him to shut up.
Jiang Zhizhi watched the two of them with a smile. At first, she thought that Fang Hua was afraid of Zhou Chengzhi, so he always put Zhou Chengzhi first and didn't talk to him much.
It seems that Fang Hua respects her husband very much, and she has a personality that doesn't like to be taken advantage of, so they argue whenever they talk.
Zhou Chengzhi gets angry most of the time, and he can win arguments.
Whenever he realized he was about to lose an argument, he would immediately shut up and remain silent, letting Fang Hua ramble on, while he acted as if he were completely deaf, not hearing a word, and went about his business.
After dinner, Fang Hua and Zhou Chengzhi went upstairs, leaving Zhou Xiye and Jiang Zhizhi alone downstairs again.
Because of this, they both tacitly avoided mentioning moving upstairs.
Jiang Zhizhi noticed that Zhou Xiye washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen very quickly tonight, but he seemed to have something on his mind, as he kept frowning.
Thinking back, I bought Zhou Xiye a pair of fur-lined gloves today and put them in his coat pocket, so I can give him a surprise first thing tomorrow morning.
He quietly went back to his room, took out the gloves, and then tiptoed to the hallway, where he put the two gloves into his two pockets.
There was something in one of the pockets. Jiang Zhizhi was afraid it was a note or something that would get crumpled, so she reached in and felt around.
I was stunned. They were several small, square paper bags.
I touched it and found a ring inside, like a hair tie.
Jiang Zhizhi was stunned for a moment. Even if she had never eaten pork, she had at least seen pigs run.
Moreover, this thing has been used as a water bag and a tourniquet for bandaging wounds during wilderness survival training.
Jiang Zhizhi peeked into the kitchen and saw Zhou Xiye still busy, then took out all the small cubes and ran back to her room.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Xiye is quite efficient. He said he didn't have it last night, and he has it today!
Jiang Zhizhi sat on the edge of the bed, carefully examining the light pink, somewhat rough paper bag. It contained two bags, and they could even be reused?!
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After Zhou Xiye finished cleaning the kitchen and mopping the floor, he washed his hands and was about to turn off the lights and go back to his room when Zhou Xiaochuan rushed back.
With an excited look on her face, she seemed to have forgotten her unhappiness from last night when she saw Zhou Xiye: "Brother, you haven't rested yet?"
The moment he opened his mouth, a strong smell of alcohol hit you.
Zhou Xiye frowned without realizing it: "You've been drinking?"
Zhou Xiaochuan laughed: "I had a few drinks with Xiao Liu and his uncle. He helped me get a job, so it was only right for me to have a drink with him. His uncle even praised me for being able to drink and for having a promising future."
Zhou Xiye said sternly, "You haven't even started working yet, but you've already learned a lot of mercenary ways. A job is about ability, not how much you can drink!"
Zhou Xiaochuan's expression changed: "No wonder Uncle Liu said that you soldiers think differently from us. As long as you work, you have to socialize and drink a little. But you make a big deal out of it. Brother, you really need to change. Otherwise, you won't be able to adapt to this society when you leave the military."
After saying that, she stormed upstairs in a huff.
As Zhou Xiye watched Zhou Xiaochuan's retreating figure go upstairs, his brows furrowed, and he felt a sense of unease.
Zhou Xiaochuan, to put it nicely, is naive; to put it bluntly, he's stupid.
They are the easiest to be manipulated and brainwashed, and they are also the easiest to trust outsiders. Sun Xiaoyue is a good example of this.
At this time, he suddenly went to work at customs, which was too coincidental.
This made Zhou Xiye think more deeply.
After a few minutes of silence, he finally stepped back into his room.
Zhou Xiye was thinking about Zhou Xiaochuan's matter, his expression was a little serious. The moment he pushed open the door, his expression changed to surprise, and then he couldn't help but laugh.
Jiang Zhizhi sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a balloon slightly larger than her face. She waved it near her face, and when she saw Zhou Xiye smile, she smiled back, her eyes crinkling: "I checked, it's not leaking."
Zhou Xiye didn't know what to say about Jiang Zhizhi.
This girl is even more unconventional than he thought!
He strode toward the bed, reaching out to unbutton the top button of his shirt, revealing his sharp Adam's apple.
Another collarbone was undone, revealing glimpses of the collarbone and firm muscles.
Jiang Zhizhi's eyes widened, and she suddenly grabbed the balloon and got up from the bed. She knelt at the head of the bed, grabbed Zhou Xiye's collar, pulled him closer to her, and squinted her eyes seriously: "Are you trying to seduce me?"
Zhou Xiye was stunned. He had taken some daily necessities, but seeing that Jiang Zhizhi had a bit of a cold, he gave up the idea for tonight.
He took off his clothes just to take a shower, but it seems Jiang Zhizhi completely misunderstood.
He still looked at her cooperatively, his eyes full of tenderness and doting: "Hmm, I want to seduce you..."
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