Chapter 581 The Young Marshal's Little Mute 72
Huo Ze didn't even want to blink. After not seeing her for many years, she was still as beautiful as he remembered.
The photos in his pocket had long been worn faded from being handled, but they could not alleviate his longing for even a moment. They could only be suppressed and buried deep in his heart.
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Song Jinhuan paused slightly, then quickened her pace and ran over.
Hozer also strode forward.
Until the moment they embraced, Hozer's heart found its home.
Song Jinhuan's unease of many years dissipated.
Embrace each other with all your might!
Go and feel each other's genuine presence.
The sound of breathing, the long-lost breath, and the frantic heartbeat.
"Ahem, a welcome feast has been prepared. May we go together now?"
Dong Tianlei came over and couldn't help but remind him.
We hugged for a bit too long in public.
Song Jinhuan blushed, and Huo Ze patted her head, then let go and started holding her hand.
So what if it's in public?
He hasn't been intimate with his wife for five whole years!
I need to get her used to his presence again.
The welcoming banquet was prepared by Song Jinhuan, the housekeeper, and the Dong couple.
After being rescued, Qin Yuanqing developed a leg injury. Later, in a battle, his left leg was blown off and he can only use crutches now.
Dong Tianlei: What are your plans for the future?
Qin Yuanqing sighed deeply, somewhat nostalgic, and said, "I don't plan to get involved in Fucheng's affairs anymore. I happen to have a place to stay in Beicheng. I'll renovate it and it will be convenient for me to visit you all in the future."
"Ah Ling is gone, so I'll just have to make do with living alone."
After these words were spoken, the atmosphere fell into a moment of silence.
Song Jinhuan's eyes reddened; that dashing woman would never return.
Qin Yuanqing smiled and comforted everyone, "Eat, eat, don't be too sad. Ah Ling died a worthy death, we should be happy for her."
Let's all raise our glasses.
Dong Tianlei changed the subject, "Old Huo, what are your plans next?"
Huo Ze: "I'll help the lady out."
This means that the soldiers who remained in the northern city will be incorporated into the military.
Song Jinhuan placed her hand on the back of his hand: "I'll take care of you."
Huo Ze smiled broadly and said, "Great! I'll have to trouble you from now on, Madam."
Song Jinhuan straightened her back. "It's not hard work!"
The butler raised his glass and spoke excitedly, his words disorganized and illogical, but everyone could see his joy.
The welcoming banquet lasted until late at night.
Huo Ze helped the drunk butler back to the young marshal's mansion.
Song Jinhuan brought hot water, and after settling the housekeeper in, the two went upstairs.
Huo Ze looked at the familiar bedroom, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
"Perhaps we will have to move away from here soon."
Song Jinhuan was stunned for a moment, but quickly understood the deeper meaning.
She nodded. "Okay, wherever you are, I'll be there."
Lying on the same big bed again after a long time, I heard about what Huo Ze had experienced over the years.
Song Jinhuan listened with bated breath, her heart sometimes leaping into her throat.
Over the years, Hozer has really suffered a lot.
When they went to sleep that night, she hugged him with a tender feeling.
Five years later, the lady had grown up.
Actually, there's no need to be so taboo anymore.
But he just got back, and the two of them need to get to know each other better.
Taking a hasty step forward might frighten her.
Sanjin: "Host, how do you manage to sleep?"
Song Jinhuan was baffled. "What's wrong with me?"
Sanjin: "Host is twenty-three this year, you can do some impressive things now!"
Song Jinhuan didn't immediately understand: "Isn't being able to throw a grenade impressive?"
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