Song Yingying was startled.
The cold and beautiful face turned pale in an instant.
She didn't spend much time with Zhao Weidong, and they didn't even talk much. What she was most familiar with was probably the figure of the man sleeping on the ground every night.
Song Yingying, like many others, subconsciously felt towards Zhao Weidong -
This man is fierce.
The burly figure is fierce, the ugly scar is fierce, the frown and irritable look is fierce.
Song Yingying once wondered whether her marriage with Zhao Weidong could be said to be Zhao Weidong saving her life.
Otherwise, she would have followed her mother to the Gobi Desert in the northwest.
She definitely couldn't survive in such a harsh environment.
Although the two of them had been engaged to each other as children, it was the Song family who were the first to betray their trust.
Now that Zhao Weidong has become successful and has become a powerful regiment commander in the entire army, the people who come to him for help are also his Song family.
Although Song Yingying was unwilling to this marriage, she knew clearly that Zhao Weidong was at a disadvantage and she owed him.
What's more, the two of them reported it and got a marriage certificate.
Zhao Weidong has the reasons and the status to do something to her.
Even if it was something Song Yingying was afraid of, something that would wake her up in the middle of the night.
The scissors she hid under her pillow were not actually meant to hurt Zhao Weidong, but were prepared for herself.
Who knows...
It was totally useless.
Zhao Weidong didn't even touch her, and didn't even sleep in the same bed with her.
Song Yingying couldn't see through the thoughts of this rough man at all, but she still felt scared whenever she got close to him.
now.
Song Yingying was panicked, scared, and a little flustered, and she explained quickly.
"I'm sorry... I'll clean it up right away... I didn't leave it all over the table on purpose, I just forgot the time... Give me another half an hour and it will be done right away..."
"You, don't have to clean up—"
As soon as Zhao Weidong spoke, Song Yingying froze and looked at him in horror.
He said four more words and suddenly fell silent.
Only his eyebrows were still tightly furrowed.
Song Yingying didn't dare to move, and she was sure that Zhao Weidong was angry!
She had seen men who, when angry and irrational, would smash things in the house and even hit their wives.
This is true for ordinary men, let alone Zhao Weidong, who has a muscular physique.
If he starts to move...
Song Yingying didn't dare to think further.
But she, who was still trembling a moment ago, took a step forward and stood in front of the table full of raw materials.
These are not only hers, but also Jiang Nian's.
She must protect it.
"These things are very important to me, you can't touch them."
"A-choo——"
Song Yingying's voice as she mustered up her courage overlapped with a loud sneeze.
The two people in the room looked at each other subconsciously.
Song Yingying actually saw a hint of embarrassment on the other person's rough face.
Zhao Weidong still frowned tightly, but his expression was no longer as impatient as at the beginning.
Or in other words——
He was never impatient from beginning to end.
"I'm not going to touch your things, don't be nervous." Zhao Weidong frowned and paused for a moment before continuing, "I'm not angry, you don't have to be afraid of me. Since we're married, you're my wife—"
He paused again, his thick brows furrowed in a frown.
He looked like he was holding back something.
"This is my home, and it's your home too. You can do whatever you like at home, I don't care about that."
“A-choo!”
After Zhao Weidong said this, he sneezed loudly again.
His nose had been itching ever since he opened the door and smelled the flowers.
Uncomfortable, want to sneeze.
I held it in for a long time, but I couldn't hold it in.
Instead, a misunderstanding occurred.
The rough guy had never been so embarrassed in his life.
If he hadn't been tanned, the dark red on his face would have been almost impossible to hide.
Zhao Weidong rubbed his nose and said to Song Yingying.
"I'll go see Xiaobei."
He strode away quickly and headed for the small room.
Song Yingying slowly relaxed.
She carefully recalled what Zhao Weidong had just said.
Is this...her home?
“A-choo!”
“A-choo!”
“A-choo!”
In the room, the sound of a man sneezing could be heard from time to time.
Zhao Weidong couldn't overcome his physical instinct.
Song Yingying opened the window and door in the middle of the night, trying to dispel the fragrance in the house as soon as possible, and also put away all the raw materials.
pity--
“A-choo!”
Zhao Weidong's sneezing was not just an ordinary sneeze, it was so severe, perhaps he was allergic.
If this continues, he might sneeze all night and be unable to sleep.
Zhao Weidong glanced at the sleeping Zhao Xiaobei, pulled the quilt for him, walked out and said.
"It's cold at night, close the doors and windows. A-choo—"
"What are you going to do?"
Song Yingying asked worriedly. She noticed the red tip of Zhao Weidong's nose and felt very guilty.
Zhao Weidong said, "I'm going to sleep in the office tonight. Please close the door."
Talking.
The man walked in the night and blended into the night.
Song Yingying didn't even have time to say the first sentence.
…
This night.
Qin Sanye told Jiang Nian two things.
First, he has tomorrow off.
When Jiang Nian heard this, he was extremely surprised.
"Do soldiers also have leave?"
Qin Sanye could only explain helplessly that everyone, from ordinary soldiers to military district leaders, had time off.
However, the situation on the southwestern border has been tense recently and the war may rekindle, so the troops have been on alert and cannot relax easily, so it is not so easy to take a vacation.
Qin Sanye's vacation was hard-earned.
His original plan was to take Jiang Nian to the provincial capital to visit her favorite grocery store.
But now...
Jiang Nian wore no makeup, her face was fair, her lips were bright red, her hair was flowing and she was wearing simple and soft clothes.
Today, she probably doesn't need those fancy things found in the provincial capital's shopping malls.
Qin Sanye changed his mind.
"Tomorrow I plan to go to my private plot on the mountain and reclaim the land as soon as possible so that I can catch up with the spring planting."
Private plot?!
Jiang Nian heard a word she was not familiar with.
Looking up, he asked, "What is a private plot?"
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