After dinner, everyone helped to carry Jiang Xingyuan to the bedroom in the main house. He fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed.
Liu Ying was not sleepy yet, so she went to the side room with Zhou Ping, Aunt Liu and the other two women to talk.
Shen Zhiyi took her drunken husband and two kids back to the backyard.
She knew that as soon as she returned, Jiangcheng would turn into a sticky plaster again.
But she didn't expect that when she finished washing up and returned to the bedroom, she saw Jiang Cheng changing clothes with a clear face!
Apart from the faint redness on the back of his neck, he didn't look drunk at all.
Shen Zhiyi paused in wiping her hair, and with her eyes slightly opened, she asked in disbelief: "... You, you're not drunk, are you?"
Jiang Cheng was shirtless and trying to put on a clean double-strand vest.
He glanced sideways at me, smiling a bit ruffian-like.
"The old man got drunk after just a little bit and couldn't tell how much was in each other's glasses. Later, I didn't even pour myself any, I just poured it all for him!"
"puff--"
Shen Zhiyi's slender shoulders trembled, and she walked around to the inside of the bed, took off her shoes, and got under the quilt.
She took off her sweater and put on a cotton nightgown, looking soft and charming.
He curved his eyebrows and said with joy: "You are so unkind!"
"Hmm."
Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows and got on the bed, "He was just one step away from a shiver."
"We have to drink some wine and give him a chance to say everything that's in his mind."
"Otherwise, he'll always have a knot in his heart and won't be able to associate with our family."
"Yeah...that's right."
Shen Zhiyi pursed her lips and nodded.
Jiang Cheng looked at her again.
Then he turned around and said, "I'd better go take a shower. I smell of alcohol."
"Well... go ahead."
Shen Zhiyi felt a little sleepy, her long eyelashes fluttered and her eyelids felt heavy.
Jiang Cheng's eyes flashed and he suddenly moved closer.
"Wife, don't go to sleep yet. I'll go take a shower. It will be quick."
"When I come back, I have a secret to tell you."
"??!?secret?!"
Shen Zhiyi was so gossipy that her sleepiness instantly dissipated by 70% or 80%. She nodded quickly, "Okay, okay! Then hurry up!"
"OK."
Jiang Cheng stood up and walked out, but his thin lips had already curled up silently, and his eyes gradually darkened.
After he went out, Shen Zhiyi thought.
Isn't that right?
What secrets can a dog man have?
Could it be that he's hiding something from me? What is it?
The more Shen Zhiyi thought about it, the more curious he became. In the end, he simply sat up and leaned against the headboard, frowning and guessing.
Could it be something from his past?
Or is it about Jiang Fener?
...or, is he going on another secret mission?
Just as Shen Zhiyi was racking his brains to guess, Jiang Cheng had already finished washing and returned to the house with a body full of moisture and a damp head.
As soon as he came in, he didn't say a word, just raised his hand, lifted the quilt and got in.
“Eh…”
The second half of Shen Zhiyi's sentence was stuck in her throat, followed by a soft hum with a changed tone.
She bit her lip tightly, afraid that the two children in the side room would hear her. She raised her bare hands and pounded his sturdy back through the quilt, "You... um... didn't you say you wanted to tell me a secret?"
"ah!"
Shen Zhiyi couldn't bear it anymore and let out a few broken moans.
Jiang Cheng's broad and rough palm came out from under the quilt, moved up along her slender white neck, and then covered her lips.
He held the quilt on his head to support his upper body.
The silver moonlight was reflected in the narrow, dark phoenix eyes, colliding with the burning passion. Shen Zhiyi felt exhausted and his eyes were wet.
She whimpered and twisted her body unbearably.
Jiang Cheng's thin lips were still tinged with a charming blush. He smiled and came closer, saying in a hoarse voice, "You have to keep your voice down today, my wife."
"This isn't suitable for children."
... knowing it's inappropriate for children, yet he still has to torture her in various ways! !
Shen Zhiyi glared at Jiang Cheng angrily, but her eyes were filled with moisture and lust, which had no deterrent power at all. Instead, it only made the desire in his body burn even more vigorously.
After an unknown amount of time, Shen Zhiyi had already slumped in the messy quilt like a ball of wet cotton, being tossed over and over, plundered and possessed wantonly. That hot, rough palm was always on her lips, occasionally withdrawing, only to quickly kiss her again.
The bedding rolled to the ground with a "bang", but no one picked it up, leaving it lying alone on the ground until dawn.
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Half a year later, in front of the operating room of the affiliated hospital, Captain Jiang, who was always calm and composed in the face of danger, was walking back and forth in the long corridor with sweat on his forehead.
Like an ant on a hot pan.
Of course, this is still a good word.
Comrade Wang Dashan, who had rushed over with Song Xiaomei, couldn't help but grin and say with a big smile the moment he saw his own regiment commander Jiang: "Xiaomei, look at our commander, he looks like a dog in a hurry to pee!"
"?" Jiang Cheng's steps suddenly stopped, and when he raised his eyes, a cold and sharp look appeared in his eyes.
Wang Dashan got scared and hid behind Song Xiaomei. "Tsk, didn't you scold us like that before?"
"I can't say it!"
"Shanzi... Captain Jiang is your leader after all. You can't do this."
Song Xiaomei sighed helplessly.
I remembered what Shen Zhiyi said, which really suits Shanzi: he is both bad at it and loves to play.
"Captain Jiang, my mom and Aunt Zhou are rushing to the hospital. We've also sent someone to pick up Ziqian and Yuanyuan from school. Don't be too nervous."
"Zhiyi has been eating and sleeping well, and she hasn't even vomited. She must be fine."
Song Xiaomei is now a small businessman. She dresses much more fashionably and neatly than before, and her temperament has also become much more stable.
But the cleverness in the corners of his eyebrows and eyes has not diminished at all.
Wang Dashan looked at the closed door of the operating room and then secretly glanced at Jiang Cheng.
It seemed like he couldn't stop for even half a second. He peeked out when he reached the door of the operating room, then turned around and walked around in circles with his hands behind his back. I couldn't help but put myself in his shoes.
Then Shanzi felt a little guilty.
He leaned down with his bear-like body and hummed into Song Xiaomei's ear: "Forget it, I'd better not laugh at our Jiang Tuan."
"I thought about it, when you give birth, I guess I will cry..."
"The captain is much stronger than me, even if he is weak."
"...How dare you cry." Song Xiaomei rolled her eyes. "Why are you crying, man? Aren't you ashamed?"
"... ...There's nothing shameful about worrying about your own wife! I'll just cry!"
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