Song Shengsheng hid the letter even more carefully, and said hesitantly, "How can I show you a letter from a girl?"
Fu Cheng's eyes were dark, and he stared at her quietly for a long while, smiling: "Girl works in a gravel factory?"
The man's dark eyes turned indifferently towards her.
She was already feeling guilty, and being looked at made her legs go weak.
Originally, Fu Cheng thought she was a restless person, always thinking about having an affair, even though after she came back with him from Yangcheng, she had repeatedly assured him that she only loved him and only wanted to run their little family well.
Fu Cheng said yes, but he probably didn't believe it in his heart.
If he caught her in the act, the evidence would be irrefutable and she wouldn't be able to deny it or make excuses.
Song Shengsheng lowered her eyelids and stammered, "She works in the organization department of the factory. She got in with great difficulty. She doesn't need to quarry stones."
After she finished speaking.
Fu Cheng was silent for a moment, as if he believed her words, and said meaningfully: "Is that so?"
Song Shengsheng said firmly: "Of course! Why would I lie to you?"
Fu Cheng looked at her thoughtfully, then suddenly smiled: "I didn't say you lied to me."
Song Shengsheng was a little afraid of him. Fu Cheng was sometimes scarier than the cruel officials who were good at torture! He quietly got her to talk and found her loopholes.
This man has eight hundred tricks up his sleeve.
It can count better than abacus beads!
If you can't afford to offend her, can't you just hide from her?
Song Shengsheng pursed her lips and said, "I'm going back to the bedroom to open the letter. You are not allowed to come in."
Fu Cheng didn't comment, but smiled faintly, a little coldly: "Song Shengsheng, even thieves are not as guilty as you."
Even though Song Shengsheng often kept bad things in his mind.
But as soon as she rolled her eyes, others could tell what she wanted to do.
I can't do bad things well.
Fu Cheng felt that Song Shengsheng was probably the most brainless person he had ever met. He wondered who she learned this from when she was a child to make herself so stupid.
Song Shengsheng didn't care about his sarcasm, he went into the bedroom and opened the letter.
Shen Zhishu's handwriting is as beautiful as ever.
The pen words fell on the letter paper, clean and neat, yet full of infinite affection.
What Shen Zhishu said in the letter was actually very restrained.
I just asked her why she left Yangcheng without saying a word that day, and asked her if she was doing well.
There was some money in the envelope.
One hundred yuan is neither too much nor too little.
But Song Shengsheng knew that this was probably all the money Shen Zhishu had saved from his frugal life.
He was admitted to the university through the recommendation of the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers Program, and found an opportunity to work and study at school. In addition, he was a good student and had good interpersonal relationships.
The people in the school's organization and publicity departments would give him any opportunity to make money first.
Song Shengsheng put the money into his small tin box.
It was filled with the money she had saved, which was given to her by Fu Cheng every month, and the extra money she had left over from her spending.
The more money she had, the more secure she felt.
After hiding the money, it's time to deal with the mail.
In fact, before this, she and Shen Zhishu had corresponded quite a bit, and she kept complaining to him about all the unhappiness she had in the military compound.
Shen Zhishu coaxed her patiently every time.
Even this time, I am still worried about whether she is doing well.
Song Shengsheng thought about the plot in her dream. When she was pregnant, she might have really been married for the second time with Shen Zhishu.
Since Shen Zhishu might be her future husband.
She couldn't leave the road behind.
Song Shengsheng hid the letter in a cookie box under her bed, which was full of letters that Shen Zhishu had sent her before.
Fu Cheng didn't know and didn't discover it.
She hid it so well, he definitely didn't know.
Song Shengsheng knelt on the ground, stuck his butt out and stuffed the cookie box deep under the bed. When he was done, he stood up and brushed off the dust on his body.
Only then did he straighten his back and walked out of the bedroom.
Fu Cheng was in the living room, having just finished repairing the broken chairs on the balcony.
When I turned around and saw her rosy complexion, my heart sank.
Seeing the letter Shen Zhishu sent her, she couldn't help but feel happy.
Song Shengsheng noticed his gaze and looked in his direction.
Fu Cheng was only wearing a vest, the muscles in his upper arms were flexed and powerful, and he was holding a pair of pliers in his hands, his strength was visibly evident to the naked eye.
Song Shengsheng shuddered, thinking about how these strong and steady hands had played tricks at night.
She blushed and was afraid.
Song Shengsheng pursed her lips and smiled at him cutely: "Is the chair fixed?"
She praised him generously: "Fu Cheng, you are amazing!"
Fu Cheng saw that her eyes were filled with coquettish charm, and she didn't seem to worry at all that the love letters between her and Shen Zhishu would be discovered by him.
But that's true.
It wasn't until now that he realized that Song Shengsheng was stupid.
She probably thought she had hidden the love letter very well, not knowing that Fu Cheng had already taken it out and read it countless times.
Fu Cheng put the pliers back and put his big hand around her waist. He held her soft body in his arms and pecked her lips. He asked deliberately, "You finished reading it so quickly? Aren't you going to write a reply? I'll mail it tomorrow."
Song Shengsheng froze in his arms for a moment. She racked her brains to come up with something nonsense: "I'll write back when I have time. Besides, stamps cost money."
Fu Cheng saw through her but didn't say anything. It turned out that she was still the little liar who was always telling lies.
She kept saying that she liked him, but she still didn't give up on her childhood friend who she almost married.
Song Shengsheng said she liked him and couldn't live without him.
Maybe it’s not fake.
She is greedy by nature, perhaps she just wants everything.
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I want both a husband and a lover.
But in this era, if someone really did do this outside, it would be considered a crime and they would be sentenced. That’s why she had no choice but to hold back.
"The soup is ready, go drink it first."
The small pot on the coal stove was steaming.
The rich meaty aroma can make one die.
Song Shengsheng drank two bowls in one breath, and the red dates, yams and spare ribs all went into her stomach. After she was full, she realized that Fu Cheng didn't touch his chopsticks.
"Why don't you eat?"
"I stewed it for you, to replenish you."
Song Shengsheng said "oh", and she suddenly realized that Fu Cheng seemed to spend more time serving her than she did serving him.
She stared at him with her round, dark eyes and said, "It's almost noon. I'll go to the canteen in the compound to get you some food later."
Fu Cheng wanted to say no, but changed his mind at the last minute and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
Song Shengsheng smiled at him and said, "Why are you being so polite to me? You are my husband. If I don't treat you well, who else can I treat well?"
There was a faint smile on Fu Cheng's lips. People who knew him knew that his smile at this moment was hypocritical.
I just can't get over it.
But Song Shengsheng had never really cared about or understood him, so she didn't notice the coldness in his indifferent smile.
She foolishly thought that Fu Cheng was so foolishly fooled by her sweet words that he had lost his mind!
It's not noon yet.
Song Shengsheng took his lunch box and went to the cafeteria. The food was excellent, with several meat dishes, braised pork with preserved vegetables, stir-fried chicken, and a minced meat egg.
Song Shengsheng is getting his meal in the cafeteria.
Fu Cheng took out her cookie box from under the bed. Before opening it, he wondered what would have happened if she hadn't put the letter in there.
He just assumed that Song Shengsheng had really given up on Shen Zhishu.
The box opened with a gentle pry.
The letters were stacked neatly, and the top one still had Song Shengsheng's name on it, as well as the time it was sent.
Fu Cheng opened the letter without any guilt. After lazily scanning two pages of the letter, he sneered and pinched the letter with his fingertips so hard that it seemed like it was about to break.
When Song Shengsheng came back, she didn't know that Fu Cheng had read her letter.
She happily placed the food she had ordered on the table for him and immediately started talking: "I just asked the chef to put more meat in it just in case you weren't full."
She skipped to his side. The weather was hot, so she wore something cooler at home, a strapless top that she had altered herself and a pair of loose pants in the same color.
Slender, white arms and straight, long thighs.
The skin looks like a peeled lychee, and it looks painful no matter how you look at it.
Song Shengsheng held his arm, and the invisible tail behind him was wagging rapidly: "Fu Cheng, do you think I love you very much?"
When she finds the opportunity, she takes credit for it.
Fu Cheng looked at the tender girl in front of him, and the dark side of his heart could hardly be suppressed.
This is his wife, he can discipline her well.
Fu Cheng slowly calmed down.
He really couldn't eat at this moment, and he had a cold face, as if someone owed him money. He pushed her hand away and said, "You eat. The army has a temporary mission, so I have to go back."
If she doesn't leave now, I really want to strangle her to death.
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