"Don't... please..."

The moment she was pressed on the bed, He Wenzhu cried.

Call her hypocritical or anything else, she simply couldn't convince herself to have a further relationship with him.

Especially when there is still "He Wenzhu" in the body yelling and cursing.

However, Qiu Yong seemed to be unable to hear anything.

Originally, he just wanted to take her to another room to have a good talk, but when the two of them were alone together, everything changed.

In the darkness, the woman's subtle fragrance seemed particularly alluring.

Qiu Yong was very familiar with this subtle fragrance, and his mind went blank with excitement.

Without hesitation, he lowered his head and kissed her red lips.

He Wenzhu didn't expect that he would really kiss her in person. The moment the strong masculine breath kissed her, a strange picture suddenly flashed through her mind!

But before she could figure out what it was, she was interrupted by a sharp sound from her body!

"Shame on you! Vixen, how can you even steal other people's men! Go away!"

"He Wenzhu" almost went crazy when she saw Qiu Yong kissing her!

How could he?

However, He Wenzhu, who was being kissed, was already filled with shock and excitement.

What's going on?

Why does she have these memories? !

The shock of the incident made He Wenzhu feel dazed for a moment.

Without warning, "He Wenzhu" once again took control of his body.

Qiu Yong was kissing someone when suddenly, the faint fragrance belonging to her disappeared inexplicably.

Realizing something was wrong, he subconsciously let the person go!

However, the woman who had just resisted, held him tightly.

"Don't go!"

Qiu Yong looked at He Wenzhu who kept trying to get into his arms, and he inexplicably had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Manju?"

He called out tentatively, his voice trembling with a tremor that he himself was not aware of.

When “He Wenzhu” saw that he didn’t even hug her, her face almost twisted.

"Why? Why are you always so cold to me?"

And that woman had only been with him for less than twenty days, and he was completely bewitched by her?

Hearing this hysterical voice, Qiu Yong's guess was confirmed, and his heart suddenly tightened!

Grabbing her arm, he stared at her!

"What's going on? Where is that personality? Where did you hide it?"

Why did it suddenly change?

There was absolutely no warning.

"He Wenzhu" didn't expect that he had returned. Instead of being happy, he asked where that jerk from he had been, and immediately became furious.

"She's a ghost! She has no personality, you've all been deceived! 놖 was almost killed, and not only did you not care, you even asked!"

During these days when she lost control of her body, He Wenzhu felt like she was having a nightmare.

She saw that she not only easily won Tingting's favor, but also got along well with other military wives. In the end, she even made Qiu Yong so angry that he seemed like an old house was on fire, with his eyes glued to her.

She is not willing to give in!

They are clearly the same body, but why does everyone dislike her?

Hearing her words, Qiu Yong staggered and sat on the bed in a daze.

How could she be a ghost?

He doesn't believe it!

There are no ghosts in this world! Otherwise, the 37 million dead people would have become fierce ghosts and razed the island to the ground.

"You are ill. I will take you to the provincial hospital for a checkup tomorrow."

Qiu Yong was worthy of being a regiment leader and he quickly regained his composure.

He stared at the resentful "He Wenzhu" and spoke in a cold voice.

"No! Don't you want to bring that vixen back? I'm telling you! No way! Tomorrow you'll find a Taoist priest to kill her!"

"He Wenzhu" stared at Qiu Yong and spoke word by word.

Doesn't he like that vixen? Then she should let her die!

Hearing this, Qiu Yong's eyes turned red!

He looked at her with cold eyes, and his voice sounded like words squeezed out from between his teeth.

"You dare?!"

Seeing Qiu Yong, who always adhered to materialism, lose control because of one or two words from her, "He Wenzhu" laughed, and her laugh was very sad.

"She is obviously your wife, but you treat her like this for a ghost, Qiu Yong. You are still a soldier, are you worthy of this military uniform?"

However, Qiu Yong, who was accused by her, looked even colder.

"You are not my wife," he said affirmatively.

As soon as these words were spoken, "He Wenzhu" launched into a torrent of accusations, and her entire body seemed to be acupunctured.

"Why...why do you say that?"

"If there are ghosts in this world, then the ghost is you, not her."

Qiu Yong looked straight into her eyes.

He Wenzhu was so frightened by the sight that she couldn't stop shaking all over.

"놖꺳 is not, 놖 is a person, 놖 is your wife!"

"He Wenzhu" said this, and couldn't help but move forward and try to grab his clothes.

But Qiu Yong avoided him with disgust.

"I didn't understand before why you smelled nice sometimes and rotten sometimes. I think I understand now!"

The rotten smell seemed to come from the soul.

They have been married for so many years, and the few times they had sex were when she had body odor.

However, this fragrance only appears on very rare occasions at night. Most of the time, it smells like rot.

Although Qiu Yong was puzzled, he endured it.

Until one day, he finally figured out what was going on.

He Wenzhu never thought that she would get stabbed instead of stabbed. She was immediately panicked!

"No! No! You are slandering me!"

As she spoke, she shrank back into the bed.

Her panic further confirmed Qiu Yong's guess.

But he didn't say anything else, nor did he plan to do anything. He just found a stool and sat at the door.

He looked as if he was going to hold her back and not let her escape.

He Wenzhu became even more frightened and tried to appeal to her emotions and reason with her.

But when she racked her brains to recall, she found that they had no warm moments at all.

At first, the two lived in different places and could only see each other once a year. Later, when he finally joined the army, he quarreled endlessly again.

At the end of the quarrel, he couldn't stand it anymore and drove her back to Ning.

However, He Wenzhu inside her body was shocked by Qiu Yong's words.

He knows!

He could actually tell the difference between her and "He Wenzhu"!

Recalling the moment when she was deprived of control of her body, he immediately let go of "He Wenzhu", and her heart couldn't help but beat violently!

But how did this happen?

Why didn't she remember it before?

That night, the three people had different thoughts, but no one could fall asleep.

The next day, Lin Wanxuan remembered that He Wenzhu was going back to Ning that day.

Early in the morning, she got busy preparing some scallion pancakes for her to take with her on the road.

Just as I put the scallion pancakes into the pan, I heard Xiao Miaomiao's joyful voice from the other side.

"Ancestor~Ancestor~"