Wang Dashan crossed a small park and arrived at an old residential area.
After walking through the tree-lined path, he finally arrived at the small building that Song Xiaomei rented.
He suddenly stopped and stared at the second floor with his round, innocent, drooping eyes - Song Xiaomei was actually working on the second floor.
She also put a small bed there so she could take a nap when she was tired.
It was evening now.
The sky was like a fire.
There was no light on in the entire building, so the room was a little dark and nothing could be seen clearly.
Shanzi tentatively pushed open the door and walked into the first floor.
The moment the door was successfully pushed open, my heart couldn't help but skip a beat!
He was nervous but also delighted, knowing that his bet must have been right.
Xiaomei is here. She didn't go to dinner with that guy.
However, Shanzi's heart was beating wildly.
He knew that Song Xiaomei had a very stubborn temper, and if she saw him later, she would definitely not be in a good mood.
Why!
never mind!
Just go for it!
What Jiang Tuan said is right, you still have to be patient and coax your own wife!
"Xiao, Xiaomei~~~"
"Are you there?"
Shanzi climbed up the stairs carefully, calling out in a hoarse voice and swallowing his saliva.
But there was no movement on the second floor.
He began to feel uneasy, so he simply quickened his pace and headed straight for the second floor.
The second floor is a small flat, and up the stairs is a large room with no obstructions.
The desk is placed next to the stairs, and there is a small bed opposite.
Wang Dashan was a big and strong man. The old stairs creaked under his feet. Before he knew it, a thin layer of sweat had already seeped out of his forehead.
When he finally arrived at the place, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.
The breath he had just taken was stuck in his throat.
Stuck!
There is only one window on the second floor, although it is not small.
But the sunset only shone in half, and the rest of the room was dim.
Song Xiaomei was lying sideways on the bed, without a blanket covering her. She was wearing a sweater and had only taken off one of her shoes.
As if he was finally too tired, he fell on the bed and fell asleep.
The anger in Shanzi's heart was extinguished as if by a basin of water.
She pursed her lips tightly, her eyes feeling a little sore.
He stood there for a long while before finally walking towards the crib cautiously.
Then, he clumsily but seriously covered Song Xiaomei with the quilt.
Shanzi didn't dare to breathe. His towering body like a mountain huddled beside the bed in a somewhat comical manner. He squatted on the ground, his hands resting neatly on his knees, quietly looking at Song Xiaomei's sleeping face.
Her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her slightly narrow eyelids trembled from time to time, as if she couldn't sleep well.
Her lips are slightly thin and light in color, like a beautiful lady walking out of an ancient picture book.
Her hair had grown longer, but it was so fine and soft that it only reached her shoulders. It hung loosely on the pillow, covering half of her clever eyes and eyebrows, making her temperament look much gentler.
But Shanzi felt depressed and uncomfortable at this moment.
He hated to see this kind of gentleness mixed with fatigue, and wished that Song Xiaomei could return to her lively and dashing self.
Shanzi knew.
The reason why she was so tired was because there was something in her heart that she couldn't get over.
She wanted to use this hard work and desperate method to prove to herself that she, Song Xiaomei, was not bad at all. Even though she had a brain seizure, was blind, and was bitten by a dog, she still had her own abilities.
She is a good person, but that person doesn't know how to cherish her.
But in Shanzi's heart, even if Song Xiaomei was not like that, even if she was just an ordinary rural woman who fed chickens and ducks in the countryside, he would still like her.
She was like a fire, burning hot and scorching, or like a bite of chili pepper that you accidentally chewed.
The tip of his tongue felt numb and painful after eating it, but he still felt it was enjoyable and addictive.
"Hmm..."
Maybe Shanzi's eyes were too explicit and too unconcealed.
Song Xiaomei was already sleeping uneasily, and her eyelids suddenly twitched.
The next second, she opened her almond-shaped eyes in a daze.
He frowned and stayed awake for a while.
"...Why are you here?"
Song Xiaomei's throat was dry and her voice was a little hoarse.
I propped myself up on the bed and tried to sit up.
But Wang Dashan stretched out his heavy and powerful hand and pressed it down again.
"Don't get up, just sleep a little longer."
Shanzi's dark eyebrows knitted together, and he felt a pang of pain in his heart. "Look at you, your eyes are all black and blue!"
“Like a giant panda!”
“… …”
Song Xiaomei was speechless.
This fool really can't say anything nice.
Never mind, she's used to it anyway.
She sighed, turned over, and lay on her back on the bed, feeling quite powerless and not wanting to care about anything anymore.
Wang Dashan sat down on the ground.
He stared at her, hesitant as if he had to hold his urine, and after a long grunt, he squeezed out the words: "You, why didn't you eat the bloody beef?"
"...Do I dare to go?"
Song Xiaomei rolled her eyes at him and said, "If I really go there, won't you go crazy?"
“…Hmph…Hmph!”
Shanzi looked at the ceiling with a pout.
My heart was actually already starting to bubble with sweet and sour emotions, but I was still trying hard to control my expression, "So what if I'm crazy?"
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