Chapter 62: Can I?
The strength of a mother prevented her from backing down, but Shen Lingning was only 19 years old after all.
When I saw Zhou Weiguo alive again, in his warm and generous embrace...
The complex emotions stagnating in my heart finally seemed to have an outlet...
A strong fishy and sweet taste rose to his throat, and Zhou Weiguo swallowed it hard.
He looked at Shen Lingning's still silent back, and the huge feeling of powerlessness and bone-chilling self-blame completely drowned him like an icy tide.
Under the dim light, a drop of boiling hot liquid finally broke through the tough guy's defenses and fell heavily on the mud under his feet, leaving a small dark mark.
The only sounds left in the room were Fubao's faint breathing as he fell asleep again and Zhou Weiguo's extremely suppressed, heavy panting.
Zhou Weiguo ignored the injury on his arm and stretched out his hand to hold Shen Lingning in his arms, little by little, gently...
Kiss away all the tears on her face...
Finally, he held her cheeks with both hands and kissed her lips, kissing her gently...
As if to express her grievances, heartache, and resentment...
He swallowed it all bit by bit with his tenderness and love, and the two figures slowly overlapped in the flickering kerosene lamp.
Shen Lingning let out a whimper that he couldn't swallow in time. His whole body was as soft as a pool of water and as hot as a ball of fire.
She put her arms around Zhou Weiguo's neck, closed her eyes and trembled slightly, letting him do what he wanted.
Zhou Weiguo was also uncontrollably passionate about Shen Lingning at this moment. She naturally understood what it was, but she didn't care about being embarrassed. She just clung to him with both hands, unwilling to let go.
The two people went from a light kiss to a deep kiss, burning more vigorously like two bursting flames.
The tenderness and longing that had not been seen for a long time turned into actions at this moment. The two hugged each other and kissed as they walked, stumbling towards the kang.
When Shen Lingning was about to fall, he suddenly regained his senses, gently pushed Zhou Weiguo away, and said with a gasp: "Go to another room, Fubao is here..."
Zhou Weiguo said "OK" in a hoarse voice, chuckled, picked up the person and walked towards another room. Fortunately, Shen Lingning was diligent and clean, and the other room had been tidied and the bedding had been changed in advance.
The kang wasn't heated, but it couldn't stop the two passionate hearts...
And the body...
Zhou Weiguo, a tall man of about 1.8 meters, held the tall and thin Shen Lingning in his arms and threw her lightly on the cold bedding.
In the dim twilight, he took off his military uniform, revealing his bulging chest underneath. He even took off the bandage on his left hand, leaving only the wrapped cloth strips.
When he took off his clothes and came on top of me.
Shen Lingning couldn't help but shudder all over his body, as if he was cold and excited.
When she boldly touched Zhou Weiguo's chest muscles, which were full of infinite power, she also became hot. She bit the corner of her lip and looked at Zhou Weiguo with watery eyes...
Zhou Weiguo was hooked by her eyes sparkling in the twilight and was reluctant to move away. His whole aura instantly became wild and aggressive.
The big hand pulled the quilt over to cover the bodies of the two people, and then kissed and touched Shen Lingning.
As if he was patiently holding back something, he asked softly with a hint of pain, "Is it okay?"
Shen Lingning, who was kissed soft and confused, subconsciously raised his blurry eyes and asked: "What?"
The two of them blended seamlessly, like a huge joy, and the only emotions in the world were their constantly rising and falling, their joyful expressions...
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In the office of the logistics department of the Songtaogou Battalion Headquarters, the light bulb was covered with a layer of dust and the light was dim.
There were piles of yellowed documents and account books on the table, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of low-quality tobacco and the musty smell of old paper.
The ashtray was filled with cigarette butts, some of which were not completely extinguished and were emitting wisps of pungent blue smoke.
Jiang Weimin angrily put out the "Da Qianmen" cigarette he had just taken two puffs of into the ashtray. The cigarette butt made a slight "sizzling" sound when it was squeezed, and a burnt smell was added.
He couldn't sit still, and paced back and forth on the narrow concrete floor like an ant on a hot pan, his hard-soled leather shoes making a dull "click, click" sound as they stepped on the ground.
That crucial account book has disappeared!
His confidant Ma Jiacai also seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth and could not be contacted at all.
A chill ran up his spine, and the sweat on his forehead was sticky.
“Tap, tap, tap.”
There was a knock on the door.
Jiang Weimin paused and shouted at the door in anger, "Who?!"
"I."
The voice of his wife Ma Linghua came from outside the door, flat and without any emotion.
Jiang Weimin frowned and walked over to unlock the rusty door lock.
Bellflower squeezed in. She was wearing a navy blue Lenin suit that had been washed bleached and ironed fairly neatly, with the collar buttoned tightly.
The pair of black lace-up leather shoes on his feet had a large piece of leather on the toe that had been worn off, revealing the grayish-white sole underneath. When he walked, there was a "tap, tap" sound.
She looked unhappy, her lips were tightly pursed, and there was deep fatigue and resentment in the corners of her eyes.
Ma Linghua didn't look at Jiang Weimin. She walked straight to the only empty wooden chair in the room with peeling paint and sat down. The chair legs rubbed against the concrete floor, making a harsh "creaking" sound.
She threw an old cloth bag in her hand at her feet, which contained two dry and hard multi-grain buns.
"Go back and see your precious sister."
Ma Linghua's voice was dry and full of resentment: "She made such a fuss at home that she almost blew the roof off my house."
Jiang Weimin was already upset by the account book issue, and a surge of anger rose in his heart when he heard this.
He walked back to his desk piled with documents and sat down heavily. The old wicker chair groaned under the weight.
He reached into the cigarette box and took out another cigarette, put it in his lips, struck several matches before lighting it, and took a deep breath.
The low-quality smoke made him squint his eyes, and his voice was filled with impatience: "What is she doing? She is always restless!"
These two women in the family are more troublesome than the other, always making a fuss over trivial matters.
Ma Linghua raised her eyelids, glanced at her husband coldly, and a sarcastic arc appeared at the corner of her mouth: "What are you doing? Humph, do you still think she is a little girl playing a joke?
This time, your good sister is really capable and has caused a big disaster!"
Jiang Weimin paused with his hand holding the cigarette, and the ashes fell onto the open account book, leaving a few gray marks.
He said disapprovingly, "How much trouble could she possibly get into? She's just a girl!"
"How big of a disaster?"
Ma Linghua's voice suddenly rose, carrying with it an irrepressible resentment and a barely perceptible sense of relief.
"This afternoon, your dear sister, Jiang Weiyi, instigated those fools Li Jinhua and Wang Xiuqin to surround Zhou Weiguo's courtyard!
They're blocking the door, trying to get Comrade Shen Lingning and his children out of the Songtaogou base!"
Jiang Weimin's heart skipped a beat at first, and then a dark expectation arose.
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