Chapter 55: Collapse of the Attic
Shen Ting patted her second son's back, closed her eyes, and felt as if her heart was cut by a knife.
She never expected that her son, whom she was so proud of and who was excellent in every aspect, would end up being a love-brained person just like herself.
For a woman, he is willing to risk his life.
At the door.
Song Shijing stood blankly at the door, listening to what his second brother had just said, his heart could no longer calm down.
I feel so miserable, so miserable that I want to die, and it feels like I can't do anything.
He had experienced the same feeling before.
He had felt the same way when he learned that Meng Shuyue had left in the countryside of Hai City.
He still felt scared when he recalled that feeling. He cared about her so much, but why did he treat her like that after he came back?
Is it possible that he will have to wait until he loses her completely before he starts to regret it?
Song Shijing also turned around silently and went downstairs absent-mindedly.
Even when Su Yanyan bumped into him head-on with the newly bought baby clothes, he didn't notice at all and just went downstairs and into the house.
The smile on Su Yanyan's face as she shared her little clothes with him completely froze. Looking at the man's lonely back, she couldn't help but feel very flustered. She always felt that the same feeling of being out of control as last time was coming again.
Before, she used Zhou Dajun's baby in her belly as a bargaining chip to make him sympathize with her and bring her back.
But this time, she always felt that this man was beginning to waver.
A favor that had bound him for many years gradually lost its value as his love for another woman gradually grew and expanded.
Su Yanyan crumpled up the small clothes into a ball and threw it into the trash can beside her, her eyes gradually turning cold.
Having come to this point, she would never miscalculate and be kicked out of the Song family like she did last time.
She must strike first!
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Meng Shuyue moved the small table from the backyard in, held Huahua in his arms, and bolted the back door.
Looking at the tall and strong man in an apron washing dishes in the small kitchen, Meng Shuyue said awkwardly, "Then you wash the dishes, I'll go open the store door, there may be patients..."
"Don't open it. It's dark now. There's no one on the street. I'll boil a kettle of hot water for you so you can take a shower."
Shen Jinxiao turned the rinsed bowl upside down, turned around and deftly poured the boiling water on the honeycomb coal stove into the thermos.
Meng Shuyue's whole body froze, and she didn't even know when the man boiled the water.
She took the kettle handed to her by the man with stiff hands, and her heart started beating wildly again at his words.
"I've got some water in the bathroom for you. Pour the hot water in, but be careful not to get burned."
Shen Jinxiao said as if he was worried and took the kettle from her hand again, and walked towards the bathroom opposite the small kitchen, muttering, "Forget it, I'll pour you some water, put on your slippers, don't slip, call me if you need anything..."
There was only a large white floral cloth covering the bath room, with water splashing and steam rising.
The muscles in the man's arms as he held the thermos were tense, and the hot water in the kettle drew a scalding parabola in the air before pouring accurately into the big red bucket.
"The water temperature is just right, come and take a shower!"
Shen Jinxiao leaned over and seriously paddled the water twice, then waved to the stunned woman outside the door, urging her to wash quickly.
Meng Shuyue watched the man straighten his back. The apron tied tightly around his waist almost burst open with his movements. She subconsciously covered her stomach tightly and smiled awkwardly, "Thank...thank you. Then you...you come out first."
"Oh, yes, I'll wash it later."
Shen Jinxiao was extremely embarrassed, and hurriedly stepped out of the bathroom in two steps, and then pulled down the cloth on the bathroom door and covered it tightly.
In the bathroom, Meng Shuyue blushed and cursed the landlady in his heart for being so stingy that she was reluctant to install a door for the bathroom. The cloth was so short that if someone wanted to see it, they could just squat down and take a look and they would be able to see everything.
Meng Shuyue took off his coat while shouting outside, "Go to my pulse diagnosis table and take the top packet of medicine. Boil it and drink it before going to bed. It will help you stop vomiting. Do you hear me?"
Shen Jinxiao didn't dare to stay at the door of the bathroom, but put on an apron and wiped the stove in the kitchen.
"Oh, then I'll go to the backyard and fry them, you take your time washing them."
He threw away the rag and hurried to the shop in front.
When passing by the bathhouse, his eyes wandered and caught sight of a pair of shiny ankles under the floral cloth. He almost fell to the ground.
Shen Jinxiao quickly retracted his gaze, muttering "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form", and ran to the pulse diagnosis table to get medicine.
Standing in front of the stage, he looked at the two packets of Chinese medicine placed side by side on the stage, and for a moment he didn't know which one was on top.
Following his intuition, he picked up a packet of medicine and went to the backyard to boil it.
Before the woman came out of the bath, he swallowed the boiling black medicine in one gulp.
Ten minutes later, Shen Jinxiao was sweating profusely. He quickly took the bed quilt and fell asleep on the bench.
In the bath room, Meng Shuyue put down the wooden hairpin on her head, and her thick black hair like seaweed with wet ends fell down and landed on the woman's shoulders which were trembling slightly due to nervousness.
She pulled at her slightly short red nightgown, and stepped on the watermark on the sole of her feet to lift the last veil covering the two of them.
In fact, she had already made this decision.
She has been his for a long time, and they are husband and wife, so why should they be awkward?
"Brother Jin..."
"It's your turn to wash!"
When she shouted, Meng Shuyue found that even her voice was made hoarse by the moisture, and when she shouted, there was inexplicably a seductive worldly smell in her voice.
"No... no need to wash. I'm sleepy. I'm going to sleep first."
A man's hoarse voice came from the bench outside.
Meng Shuyue leaned over to look and saw that the man had curled up like a snail on the wooden bench and was motionless.
A gust of cold wind blew past her and she shivered all over.
Meng Shuyue cast a resentful look at the unpromising man on the bench for two seconds, gritted her teeth, stomped her feet, and went upstairs angrily, "If you don't want to wash it, then don't wash it. You'll stink to death!"
She went up to the attic, glanced at the Bai Qingfeng sticker that was put away in the corner, and pasted it back on the head of the bed, muttering to herself as she did so.
"If you don't want to come up, then don't come up. I sleep more comfortably alone. I'm afraid you'll come up and collapse my attic."
"You're as strong as an ox, but I'm afraid you don't have any brains at all. Just now you couldn't wait for me to take a shower, but now you're hiding under the quilt like a quail. I'm so miserable..."
Meng Shuyue felt a lump in her throat as she spoke. She picked up an extra pillow she had prepared during the day and went downstairs to give it to him.
After all, that bench really can't be used for sleeping.
The man was nearly 1.9 meters tall and couldn't even straighten his legs.
As soon as she came down from the attic, she was attracted by the sound of water splashing coming from the bathroom.
Meng Shuyue put on her plastic slippers, carried a flashlight and walked slowly towards the bath room.
The flashlight shone towards the bathroom, instantly illuminating the figure in the dark bathroom, including the ferocious shadow behind the man.
"ah!"
Meng Shuyue screamed and stepped back in fear.
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