Chapter 200 I took the wrong medicine
Compound.
When Jiang Zhixun got home, he still had a smile on his face, and it was obvious that he was in a good mood.
Jiang's mother asked curiously, "Did you find the money?"
Jiang Zhixun shook his head, "No."
"Then why are you so silly and happy? After all, Qingqing doesn't agree to remarry you."
Jiang Zhixun: “…”
I really want to tell my mother that Shen Qingqing is dating him!
But I was afraid that the elders would get too excited and go to Qingqing to talk about nonsense.
She even specifically reminded me of this.
Just listen to her.
She can keep it secret if she wants.
If you want to make it public, then make it public.
As long as she is happy, he will listen to Shen Qingqing.
Jiang Zhixun said nothing and went straight upstairs.
Jiang's mother: "I haven't finished talking yet, why are you leaving again?"
Jiang Zhixun: "It's no use for you to keep nagging. Your daughter-in-law doesn't agree to get married."
Jiang's mother didn't think much about it.
Qingqing and Zhixun were married, so she is their daughter-in-law.
It is also true that she does not agree to remarry.
In Jiang's mother's view, this is a protracted battle.
It is still unclear when victory will come.
Judging from Qingqing's attitude, she has no intention of getting married at all, and she probably won't consider Zhixun at this time.
I was wondering whether I should take Shen Qingqing to attend a few more wedding banquets.
Seeing the sweetness of the newlyweds, the 28-year-old girl will definitely be touched.
When I visited friends who had children, I found that children aged two or three were the cutest.
Qingqing wants to get married and have children, so here comes Zhixun’s opportunity!
There are a lot of people getting married from the end of the year to the beginning of the year. Jiang's mother thought that if the time was right, she would take Shen Qingqing with her.
upstairs.
Jiang Zhixun moved his things back to the bridal chamber.
Although it was a bit pitiful to stay alone in an empty room, he would feel better if he pretended that his wife was busy with work and temporarily lived in the school dormitory.
She will come back when she is done.
In the bridal chamber, all of Shen Qingqing's belongings were moved out.
Jiang Zhixun stood in front of the closet, looking at the empty compartment, his thoughts beginning to wander.
What he remembered in his mind was the scene when Shen Qingqing carefully decorated the bridal room when they got married eight years ago.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt like I was not a human being.
He slapped himself hard.
Jiang's mother came up to talk to her son and reminded him to take his medicine.
I didn't expect to see this kind of scene.
"What are you doing? Did you take the wrong medicine?"
Jiang Zhixun remained calm and put his clothes into the closet without saying a word.
He wore military uniform most of the time, and had very few civilian clothes, which took up less than one-third of his wardrobe.
The remaining seat is left to Shen Qingqing. One day, she will need it.
Jiang's mother looked confused. "It's incomprehensible. Why did you bring these things back? Take them out quickly. Otherwise, when Qingqing comes back for the New Year and sees your things, she won't want to stay at home."
Schools are closed for the Chinese New Year and teachers also go home to reunite with their families.
Mother Jiang felt heartbroken just thinking about letting Shen Qingqing live alone in the dormitory.
Whether she agrees or not, she must be kept at home.
If she wants to leave, she will wait until after the Chinese New Year.
Seeing that his son didn't move, he urged him again, "You have a cabinet in your room too, it's not like you don't have a place to put your things. Why do you have to go against Qingqing and make her unhappy?"
Jiang Zhixun: "I didn't provoke her."
Jiang's mother: "Then why are you fighting with her for a room?"
Jiang Zhixun thought to himself: This originally belongs to both of them, there is no point in distinguishing between yours and mine.
"Don't worry about it."
Jiang's mother suddenly had a headache. "We ignored you before, but you messed things up. Do you want to do it again?"
Jiang Zhixun was helpless, "You just don't trust me?"
Jiang's mother said firmly, "I don't believe it."
If it weren't for the sake of her elders, Qingqing would have stopped associating with that brat long ago!
"Don't talk nonsense, just move quickly. I'll take Qingqing to a banquet later, and maybe I'll let her stay at home."
Jiang Zhixun refused to move.
This is their wedding room, it belongs to him and Shen Qingqing.
Why did he move?
"You really took the wrong medicine!" said Jiang's mother.
Jiang Zhixun: "The bed here is big."
Jiang's mother murmured that this was the wedding bed, and that it was originally considered that the young couple would have children soon after getting married.
The child sleeps with the couple.
Can this bed be bigger?
Unfortunately, these two people were more stubborn than each other and were both troublesome, so they only lived in this room for a few days.
What a waste of the new furniture.
Although Jiang Zhixun was unwilling, his mother still drove him back to his original room.
The bridal chamber was also carefully restored, leaving no signs that anyone else had lived there.
The little girl is thin-skinned and there are many things that need to be paid attention to. Zhixun should not be allowed to touch this room.
Unless, they don’t want Qingqing to come back and live with them.
Warn your son, "If you continue to mess around, Qingqing will not stay overnight at home anymore. You won't even have time to cry then."
Jiang Zhixun had no choice but to move back to the second bedroom next door in shame.
I comforted myself by thinking that the second bedroom and the divorce room were quite close.
There's just a wall between us.
Since Qingqing isn't going home, it doesn't matter where he lives!
Shen Qingqing didn't know what happened in the compound, but in the next few days, Jiang Zhixun not only brought her breakfast, but also took her to the classroom for classes.
After that, he accompanied her to the cafeteria and sent her back to the dormitory, which made Shen Qingqing a little distressed.
During the class, some students were already making a fuss.
Even though she didn't allow Jiang Zhixun to get close to the classroom, his appearance was so outstanding that it was hard for him not to be noticed by students when he walked on campus.
The news spread through word of mouth among students, and soon it spread to all the classes she taught.
That day, after treating colleagues to steak, on the way back to school, Shen Qingqing asked Jiang Zhixun.
“When do you apply for a go-around?”
When he goes to work, he won't be so clingy anymore.
Jiang Zhixun's condition improved quickly and there was no relapse.
Shen Qingqing felt that he should be able to return to the team.
When it comes to business, Jiang Zhixun's attitude becomes much more serious.
“There is an observation period.”
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but he felt a little lost when he said this.
Shen Qingqing thought again, given Jiang Zhixun's passion for flying, he should also want to resume flying as soon as possible.
I couldn't help but feel soft deep down in my heart.
The tone of his voice became much softer.
Question: “How long do you want to observe?”
"It may be half a year, or even longer."
Although Shen Qingqing didn't want Jiang Zhixun to stick to her all day, he must be feeling uneasy after being grounded for such a long time.
Maybe you will feel anxious when you are alone.
Jiang Zhixun saw her slightly frowned brows and knew what she was thinking without asking.
He naturally took Shen Qingqing's hand and interlocked their fingers.
Their palms touched each other, and the hot body temperature spread to Shen Qingqing.
The man tilted his head and asked her, "Are you still cold?"
“It’s not cold.”
After saying this, the hand holding hers tightened even more.
Jiang Zhixun said with a chuckle, "I'm cold, please keep me warm."
Shen Qingqing didn't push him away. After spending the past few days together, she got used to the feeling of holding hands with Jiang Zhixun.
The man's fingertips had thin calluses and were a bit hard, and the touch was different from other parts of his body.
Shen Qingqing picked it up unconsciously.
It was like an electric current passing through his body, and the strings in Jiang Zhixun's body became tightly stretched.
Seeing that Shen Qingqing was still unconscious, he felt helpless.
"Wife, are you testing me?"
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