Zhao Xiaobei packed his schoolbag, took some spare clothes and towels from the house, and said to Song Yingying.
"I'm going to take a shower."
"Okay, go ahead. The thermos is in there. Be careful when you use it."
Song Yingying reminded him as usual.
Zhao Xiaobei nodded as usual, then walked into the bathroom silently.
After closing the door, he did not turn on the faucet immediately as he usually did. Instead, he looked at a bar of beige soap on the shelf in the bathroom.
He had seen Song Yingying use that soap. It could be used to wash hair, take a bath, or wash hands. After washing, not only were the hands especially clean, but the hands also smelled nice.
Zhao Xiaobei used it a few times, but only a few times. Later, he thought it was too troublesome. When he went to school again, someone said that boys would not use such things when taking a bath, and it would be clean to just rinse with water.
Therefore, he gradually stopped using it.
But today, Zhao Xiaobei looked at the piece of soap for a long time.
A hint of determination flashed across his dark eyes, then he raised his little hand and grabbed the soap.
While Zhao Xiaobei was taking a bath, Song Yingying was reading a book while listening to the noises in the yard.
Zhao Weidong came back late and as soon as he opened the gate of the yard, Song Yingying heard it immediately and she walked out quickly.
Under the night.
Zhao Weidong had just stepped into the yard when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps, and then saw Song Yingying, who was wearing thin clothes, walking towards him hurriedly.
The gentle moonlight fell on her beautiful face like starlight.
At that moment, it seemed as if the beauty was about to throw herself into my arms.
Zhao Weidong's chest trembled uncontrollably with the sound of his heartbeat, his Adam's apple slid heavily, and he took a deep breath.
Song Yingying walked up to him and said softly, "I have something to tell you."
"Um."
Zhao Weidong responded in a low hoarse voice, his blood boiling, and suddenly he felt that the military uniform on his body was a little tight.
He stared deeply at Song Yingying's jade-like face, with a burning look in the depths of his eyes.
Because Song Yingying was hiding her feelings in her heart, she didn't notice all this for a while, but simply told Zhao Weidong what happened today.
"…This is the situation. When I first came to the compound, besides Anian, Sister Yuxiu was the one who took care of me the most. Now she is in this situation, so I want to help her. I'm sorry, I arranged for someone to stay at my house without telling you in advance. Don't worry, it will only take a few days, once she finishes..."
This house was allocated to Zhao Weidong by the army. Song Yingying made such an arrangement suddenly without discussing it with Zhao Weidong. She tried her best to explain and apologize as carefully as possible.
She said "I'm sorry" softly.
But at this moment, Zhao Weidong's rough face was tightly furrowed between his brows.
“Yingying.”
Zhao Weidong interrupted Song Yingying's explanation without waiting for her to finish.
Song Yingying was startled, looked up blankly, and looked at the tall man in front of her with confused eyes.
Zhao Weidong was facing the outside of the house. The light from the room came through the window and fell on his face, revealing his expression.
Song Yingying only realized at this moment that Zhao Weidong seemed a little angry.
Did he disagree? Did he think Liang Yuxiu's presence was a disturbance?
Just when Song Yingying was feeling uneasy, she clearly heard what Zhao Weidong said next.
"This is not only my home, it's your home as well. You are the mistress of this house. Whether you want to let relatives stay here or friends stay for a few days, you have the right to make the decision. You don't even need to tell me, and you don't need to apologize to me."
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