The slender fingers with well-defined joints were already wet.
Jiang Nian handed over a handkerchief, Qin Sanye lowered his head to wipe it, and responded.
"Well, we're going to be neighbors for a long time, so we should meet and get to know each other." Qin Sanye looked up at Jiang Nian and asked, "Do you get along well with her?"
"That's great. We hit it off, just like we knew each other in a previous life."
Jiang Nian answered directly with a cool voice.
He leaned over and teased little Anbao, pinching her chubby little face.
That's it.
Jiang Nian did not notice the complicated expression on Qin Sanye's face when he heard her words.
We knew each other in our previous life...
The man's eyes were fixed on Jiang Nian's smile.
…
In the small courtyard at night.
The house that smells of good fragrance is not just Qin Sanye's home.
The Zhao family next door.
Zhao Weidong was still busy. He always went out earlier than Qin Sanye and came back later than Qin Sanye. He was busy from day to night and could only sleep for a few hours.
The company commander in the army couldn't stand it anymore and got a folding single bed for Zhao Weidong in the army office.
If Zhao Weidong is busy too late, he can spend the night in the army and doesn't have to go home every day.
But this burly, rough man still behaved well and went home day after day.
He knew very well that there would be no lights on for him in that house, and no one waiting for him to come home.
After returning, the commander of a regiment did not sleep on the bed, but slept on the floor in the room.
The conditions are worse than the folding bed in the office!
These external factors did not affect Zhao Weidong's determination to return home.
Because his mother taught him since he was a child that going home is a man's responsibility and only bad men spend the night outside.
It's late at night again.
Zhao Weidong pushed open the wooden door and walked into the small courtyard shared by the two families. He saw that the lights were on in the Qin family next door. From the window, he could see the vague figures of a family of three.
As for his family...
Zhao Weidong turned his gaze and saw a scene that surprised him.
The light is on.
The man stepped forward and suddenly quickened his pace.
That lamp seemed to be the person waiting for him to come home.
Zhao Weidong quickly opened the door and wanted to take a look inside the house, but the first thing that came to him was - the fragrance.
The sweet fragrance of flowers wafts into every corner of the house.
Zhao Weidong had never smelled such a sweet fragrance in his life, and his brows were deeply frowned on his rough face.
In a moment.
Song Yingying was busy with the task assigned to her by Jiang Nian, making whitening creams with various scents according to the recipe.
In fact, she doesn't need to be so anxious. There is still a week left, so she can do it slowly when she is free.
Moreover, it was their first time setting up a stall, so it was still unknown whether they could sell well, so there was no need to stock so many goods.
But Song Yingying hasn't liked love so much for a long time.
While making the whitening cream, she was completely immersed in the fragrance of flowers and tranquility.
She forgot the unfamiliar surroundings and that she was married, had an unfamiliar husband and a strange son.
This sense of security gives people a stronger sense of security than words.
Song Yingying was immersed in it unconsciously.
She was awakened by the sound of the door opening suddenly.
I glanced at the clock and realized how late it was.
then.
Song Yingying saw Zhao Weidong standing by the door, his brows were furrowed and he looked impatient.
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