"Go ahead."
Jiang Cheng bit her neck with a grinding force, and whispered hoarsely and wildly: "Huh? Why don't you say anything?"
Shen Zhiyi no longer had the energy to continue arguing, as their bodies were too close.
Whenever he approached, she would feel soft from the inside out, causing the corners of her upturned eyes to be misty and red. She could only slightly open her tender lips and hum like she was crying: "You, are playing tricks!"
"How did I cheat?"
Jiang Cheng was so angry that he laughed at his own little troublemaker.
He mercifully retreated temporarily with his lips hooked, but still supported himself on top of her body, staring at her with his deep eyes, as if he wanted to swallow her flesh, blood and soul into his stomach. That hot and naked look made Shen Zhiyi's face blush more violently, and her plump and charming figure also undulated.
"Chen Zhiyi." Jiang Cheng's expression became slightly serious, and his dark phoenix eyebrows raised.
"You can joke about anything, but you can't say things like that. It's too hurtful. Got it?"
His voice was low and rough, and he sighed helplessly when he looked at her tear-soaked eyes.
"You remember that, don't you?"
"You clearly know how I get along with that person. Did I ever like her?"
"You know, I was just impulsive at that time."
"You know I'm not lying. I'm telling the truth. I'm not just saying it to fool you."
"... ...Um."
Shen Zhiyi bit her lip, finally she stopped being in a bad temper.
Seeing her man's obviously hurt and sad expression, she began to feel guilty.
“I was wrong…”
Shen Zhiyi feels that there is no winner or loser in love, and there is no need to talk about self-esteem.
Admit your mistakes when you are wrong and be frank and direct.
This will prevent any estrangement or rift from arising between the two people.
"Okay, as long as you know you're wrong."
Jiang Cheng was amused. He raised his eyebrows, moved his majestic body away and lay down next to her. He stretched out his iron arms and held her tightly in his arms like a ball of cotton.
"Wife, I know you've been emotionally unstable since you became pregnant. I also know you're jealous of things that happened in the past because you care about me."
"I just want to tell you that there are no ifs in this world."
"In the past... I didn't really believe in fate, nor did I believe in ghosts and gods in this world."
"But now I am willing to believe it."
"It was God who loved me that sent you to me. So I will be grateful for my whole life, really."
"We even have a baby now. You know whether I love you or not, right?"
"Um... ..."
Shen Zhiyi now only nodded frantically.
She felt guilty and panicked. The two of them had clearly experienced so many things together, so how could they easily say such hurtful words?
She knew that Jiang Cheng had always held her in his hands.
"That's enough. You're just a little girl, I won't bother with you."
Jiang Cheng saw that her slender white fingers had unconsciously clenched her collar, and her eyes were red like a wronged yet lovable little fox, and his anger could not help but subside.
He smiled a bit roguely and moved closer, "Kiss me."
"Let's just move on, okay?"
"Bobobo!"
Shen Zhiyi held Jiang Cheng's resolute and stern face in her hands and kissed him madly.
He almost drooled all over his face.
Jiang Cheng laughed so hard that his narrow, dark eyes narrowed into a slit, like a sated beast, and he tightened his big hand around her waist.
"I might be busy for a few days starting tomorrow, and Shanzi is leaving soon after asking for leave."
"The army has a lot to do with expanding the camp."
"You can go to work at the factory. I won't stop you. But if you feel even slightly uncomfortable, you must not tolerate it. Call me. Got it?"
"I know, I know."
Shen Zhiyi hummed and buried herself in his arms.
Originally, she thought the smell of tobacco was very pungent, but when this slightly bitter smell touched his clothes, mixed with the faint scent of soap, it inexplicably made her feel at ease and safe.
Shen Zhiyi started to feel sleepy again.
Just as my eyelids were gradually becoming heavy, Jiang Ziqian and Jiang Yuan came back.
The two of them informed their uncle and aunt, saying, "We're going back to the room to do some homework and then go to bed!"
Jiang Cheng was afraid of disturbing Shen Zhiyi, so he covered her ears with one hand and responded.
Okay, close the door at night. It’s been windy these past two nights, and the quilt isn’t thick enough, so come and get it.
That night, Shen Zhiyi had a dream.
She dreamed of the old Chen Zhiyi, standing opposite her, looking at her with disdain and saying, "Who would think you'd care about that uncultured soldier?"
"You are the only one who treats him like a treasure!"
Shen Zhiyi was so angry that she rolled up her sleeves and was about to fight her, saying, "You are not allowed to say bad things about my man!"
He is my baby, so what?
Where's the treasure I bought with 10 million?
Isn’t it valuable enough?
The next morning, just as the sky was getting light, Shen Zhiyi was woken up by anger.
He was so speechless with his messy hair that he just burst out laughing.
Oh, my family is really drunk.
What a shattered dream.
Jiang Cheng has already gone to the army, and there is still some faint warmth left in the seat next to him.
Shen Zhiyi touched it, curled his lips, got out of bed and went to wash up.
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"Dad... do I look good in this?"
In the car, Jiang Fener was so nervous that sweat broke out on her forehead. She carefully adjusted her suit and skirt.
The whole person is tense.
The fabric feels high-end and is much better than the clothes you see in the mall.
Her heart was pounding and she felt so good.
I wish she could wear clothes like this in the future.
If I carry a small leather bag and get a perm.
Is she no different from those rich girls in the county?
"It looks great! It looks really great!"
Gao Dameng looked at the clothes made from his own fabrics and nodded repeatedly with satisfaction.
He looked her up and down for a few times, and his gaze suddenly stopped on Jiang Fener's face.
Oops, there’s just one flaw – his daughter has two patches of high altitude red on her face.
Forget it, Gao Dameng looked at his watch and there was not enough time.
It's already difficult to make this costume, so don't worry too much about the details.
Anyway, their method is novel enough. The factory director of Baisheng Garment Factory also looks at the fabrics, not the people!
"Boss, it's time!"
"Look, everyone else has gone in!"
The driver was smoking under the car. When he saw that the self-employed people carrying briefcases who had been waiting at the entrance of the garment factory had all gone in, he quickly leaned on the car window to remind them.
“Okay!”
"Fen'er! Come on! Let's go in too!"
Gao Dameng quickly opened the door and got out of the car. Jiang Fener said "Oh" stiffly and followed with some awkward movements.
She was wearing a pair of small leather shoes with heels, which she was not used to.
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