Chapter 131 More Hot (1st update)
These few words fell quietly.
Song Shengsheng raised her head and glanced at his expression. The expression on his face looked as calm as the tone of his voice just now.
She just said one sentence, how come she hit him sore spot?
Song Shengsheng took the initiative to hold his arm and secretly put her hand into his shirt pocket to keep warm.
The winter in the capital is a bit colder than in Ningcheng.
The cold wind made her face red. She had the scarf that Fu Cheng had just given her wrapped around her neck, covering her neck tightly so that the cold wind could not get in.
"Are you angry?"
"no."
"Then why didn't you hold my hand?"
When Song Shengsheng heard him say that he was not angry, she actually believed it.
Fu Cheng was too lazy to talk to her.
She speaks in a soft voice, which inevitably sounds soft and sticky.
Fu Cheng slowly stopped walking, and his broad, warm palm silently reached into her pocket, opened the gap between her fingers, and silently sank into hers, holding them tightly.
Song Shengsheng smiled at him. It was easy for her to act coquettishly to someone.
She smiled sweetly, her eyes curved into crescents, sweet as honey, and she said, "Honey, your hands are so warm."
Before today, Fu Cheng hadn't heard her call him husband for a long time.
It seems that only she can say this title so fluently.
When in Ningcheng, Lu Chenyuan heard it several times, and his expression was quite interesting. Finally, he couldn't help but bring it up in front of him and asked him directly - don't you think it's a bit disgusting and choking?
Indeed.
But Fu Cheng never stopped or resisted.
Fu Cheng tightened his grip. Her hands were smaller than his, plump and soft.
He raised the corners of his lips and smiled meaningfully: "I feel warm all over."
Song Shengsheng also knew this. Fu Cheng was a big furnace, so in winter, he became very useful.
In the past, she would have the cold war with him from time to time and didn't want to pay any attention to him.
She used her pillow to draw a line of separation in the middle of the bed, not allowing him to get close to her and not wanting to be with him anymore.
But when she woke up the next day, she would often cling to him like an octopus, simply because he was too warm.
Holding him is like holding a warm and comfortable heater.
Fu Cheng was good-tempered and did not push her away.
When Song Shengsheng woke up, she thought about how she had taken the initiative to crawl into his arms at night and she started to sulk.
"I know." She blinked and could still see the white mist when she spoke. She couldn't help but say, "This winter is too cold. I want to hold you to sleep tonight."
It snowed a few days ago.
As I walked out the door, the damp and cold air penetrated my skin and into the cracks between my bones.
Song Shengsheng is afraid of both heat and cold, so she dresses warmly even at home.
Fu Cheng has not been at home these few days and there is no one to warm her bed.
"You don't know that when it snowed the day before yesterday, I was so cold that I slept with Xiaochi at night. He was happy, and I was happy too."
Fu Cheng frowned: "There is a hot water bottle at home, don't you use it?"
Song Shengsheng had just arrived and felt a little awkward as someone living under someone else's roof. She tried her best not to make any requests, otherwise she felt it would seem like she had too much to do.
"I don't know, I'll know next time."
Fu Cheng touched her head and said, "The family compound has been arranged, but it's been a while. We've hired workers to build a new wall, and people will be able to move in in half a month."
Then he added, "I'll be back to accompany you these few days."
Song Shengsheng was quite happy in her heart, she couldn't explain why she was so happy, she said with a little envy: "I feel so warm in your arms, it's so comfortable to sleep in your arms."
If only she could do it this way.
Don't be afraid of winter.
Like now, Fu Cheng was wearing very thin clothes. The straight military jacket did not look very thick. She wore an autumn shirt, two sweaters, and a warm jacket inside.
When Fu Cheng heard what she said, the smile on his lips seemed to deepen. He leaned over and tilted his head to speak in her ear, his tone calm: "There are even hotter places on my body."
At first, Song Shengsheng was very puzzled: "Really?"
She even asked him simply, "Where?"
But Fu Cheng refused to tell her anymore.
After a while, Song Shengsheng finally reacted, her face flushed, and she tried to pull her hand away, "You, how could you be like this!"
Where is the integrity and coldness you promised?
What kind of pure and abstinent military officer protagonist is this?
Not at all.
Fu Cheng's words really irritated the "honest" Song Shengsheng. He coaxed her all the way back, and when she tried to run, he caught her and held her in his arms, touching her face that was cold from the wind: "Are you not cold now?"
His arms were like two iron chains.
The more she struggled, the more he held back.
Song Shengsheng said angrily: "You are vulgar!"
Fu Cheng admitted frankly: "That's right."
He saw that she was angry and embarrassed but still had the mood to laugh: "I am a gangster."
Song Shengsheng saw his smile and snorted, "I'll call the police to arrest you."
Fu Cheng pinched her little face and said, "How can I be afraid of you in my territory?"
The two of them were a little awkward along the way, but it wasn't unnoticed.
The elders in the compound have watched Fu Cheng grow up, and this is the first time they have seen him be so good-tempered and coax someone.
The humble look is not like him at all.
Secretary Zhao's wife was also surprised when she saw this on the balcony. She turned around and told her husband, "Fu Er has really fallen. I can see from his expression that he doesn't seem to be reluctant at all."
Secretary Zhao smiled and said, "It's really rare."
"That's right. This guy does everything quietly. I told you back then that he would never be someone who could be controlled by others."
"That's right. The two brothers have inherited Master Fu's shrewdness first-class, it is indeed impossible for others to frame them."
Here, Song Shengsheng stopped arguing with Fu Cheng when she returned home.
There were guests at home. They were Fu Cheng's younger brothers and sisters who had just returned from Haicheng. They were all very fashionable.
Dress fashionably and dress stylishly.
If it were in the past, Ye Jing would definitely have told them that they had to keep a low profile in the capital and not dress too ostentatiously.
It's not black, white and gray, it's still black, white and gray.
But now that life is better, she just turns a blind eye and says nothing.
Fu Cheng's cousin is a little peacock who loves to show off.
When she saw her cousin, she looked around him twice and couldn't wait to ask, "Brother, do you think I've become prettier?"
The coat she wore today was made of the best woolen fabric, which she bought through her connections.
There are only a few in the entire city of Haicheng.
Song Shengsheng stared at the girl in front of her. To be more precise, she was staring at the clothes she was wearing.
It looks good.
You can also tell at a glance that good fabrics were used.
However, the dress doesn't seem to fit the girl well. If it could be tightened at the waist, it would look neater and more beautiful.
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