Ever since Zhang Guoqing returned from the station that day, the scenes he had seen have been replaying in his mind. To avoid his wife from overthinking, he dared not say a word.
Zhou Jiao has always had a psychological disorder - she is easily soft-hearted towards children.
Zhang Guoqing, worried that the girl might become stubborn, personally risked exposure to rescue the children. To protect her from the turmoil outside, he ended Ping An's nursery life early, using the excuse that the child hadn't been close to them for a long time, and brought her back to live with him and his wife.
——Sure enough, when my son is at home, my wife focuses on his early education.
Zhou Jiao was a dedicated and good mother. Ever since Ping An learned the Thousand Character Classic, the fables and illustrations she had created could no longer satisfy Ping An's urgent need for knowledge.
Ping An's subscribed children's newspapers and magazines were so frayed by his flipping through them that the pages were fuzzy. He was no longer content with fables or fairy tales as bedtime stories; instead, he was keen on listening to storytelling.
To live up to her child's talent, Zhou Jiao returned to editing the book. This time, without drawing illustrations, the progress was much faster.
She had no experience in raising children. Furthermore, this matter was not suitable for public disclosure. After careful consideration, Zhou Jiao compiled a children's storybook based on the Thirty-Six Stratagems.
Fortunately, Ping'an's understanding ability did not waste her efforts.
The family of three began to stay at home again, and never went out except for necessary social engagements.
When the telegram from the Northeast was delivered, Zhou Jiao couldn't figure out what could have happened that would make her parents-in-law willing to spend money on it?
"Mother said one word costs three cents, and don't send her a telegram unless the sky falls. What's going on? Just six words, Dad told you not to come home."
Zhang Guoqing shook his head. "Dad must be worried that we'll have to spend money on our return trip, and the journey isn't safe. We'll know what's going on when he writes to us later."
Lin Lishan on the side said with a smile: "You scared me. I'm not asking you to go home quickly."
Aunt Chen glanced at her when she heard this. This person was talking... She immediately said, "That's right. Telling you to go home quickly is bad news. 'Don't go home' means that your hometown is fine, so don't worry."
Zhang Guoqing smiled.
Besides the travel expenses, the most important thing that could have prevented his father from letting him go back was something else that would put him in a difficult position. His father had enough money, his parents were safe, and he didn't bother to speculate about other things.
Seeing that everything was fine, Lin Lishan asked, "I'm going to the street to buy some things. Do you want to go with Mom?"
Zhou Jiao looked outside and shook her head, "It's hot! Go with Aunt Chen."
"Grandma..." Ping An rushed over and hugged her thighs, "I haven't been out for a long time."
Seeing him winking at her while carrying Zhou Jiao on his back, Lin Lishan smiled knowingly, winked at him as well, quickly picked up the child, grabbed her backpack and walked out, not forgetting to call Aunt Chen to follow.
——It was too late and my daughter found me, so I really couldn’t leave.
Zhou Jiao watched them hurriedly leave and shook her head helplessly. Her mother's thoughts were written all over her face, how could she really not know?
Standing under the eaves, the sun is scorching, the air is stuffy, the oncoming wind brings waves of heat, and the chirping sound of cicadas adds a touch of heat.
Retreating to the bedroom, Zhou Jiao looked at him and said, "If you're worried, go back and take a look."
Without outsiders around, Zhang Guoqing didn't mind the heat and quickly held her on his knees. "Please, as long as my parents have enough food and clothing, they will come over when they miss us."
Zhou Jiao slapped his mischievous hand away, "Alright. What are your plans next?"
Zhang Guoqing looked at her sadly and said, "I want to live a good life with just the two of us." Every day, the "light bulb" is glaring, and all his time alone is occupied by outsiders. Where are his benefits?
"Okay, I won't go with Dad. We'll go to the beach later. There are so many people coming and going every day, and it's suddenly quiet. Don't get used to it."
Zhang Guoqing winked at her and said softly, "Brother is happy as long as you are here."
Zhou Jiao glanced at him sideways, "Virtue."
"Baby, you are so lucky. Without outsiders, we can practice moves every day. What moves do you like? Um, come on, tell me."
Hearing this, Zhou Jiao blushed, "Shameless."
It would have been better if Zhang Guoqing hadn't said anything. He was so excited when he said it. Seeing her face flushed with shame, he suddenly became interested and hurriedly carried her to the bed.
"No, we have to eat later."
Zhang Guoqing immediately covered her mouth, and everything was fine.
What kind of food did he eat? How long had he been hungry? Any movement in the dormitory could be heard by the neighbors. When he came home, his son took over his wife. For the past six months, he could only taste the meat soup.
Zhou Jiao struggled to open her mouth and gasped, "Is the door locked?"
"It's locked. It's been locked for a long time."
Zhang Guoqing looked at his wife, her eyes full of seductiveness and her skin flushed. He quickly took off her skirt, and the sight of her fair and delicate skin made his heart burn.
He bent down and kissed her eyes, his left hand taking off her clothes and wandering back and forth along her curves. Listening to her moans, he could no longer hold back and lowered his waist.
…
Zhou Jiao was thrown up and down, half-opening her eyes, her arms hanging around Zhang Guoqing's neck, "Brother, it's so hot, I can't stand it..."
Can't handle this? Looks like I need more supplements.
"Soon..."
Soon? How long? Zhou Jiao felt vaguely like a rag doll, being tossed around by him, tormented to the point of being worse than death.
The man who was still thinking about getting on the bed when Zhou Jiao fainted is really untrustworthy.
When she woke up again, facing Zhang Guoqing's smiling face, Zhou Jiao pinched his waist hard.
"Baby, be gentle. You can't just put on your pants and deny it. It's you who said you wanted more, but you made me tired."
Zhou Jiao was so embarrassed that she quickly covered his mouth and said, "Nonsense. I won't do that."
"Yes, what my wife said is right."
Zhang Guoqing was in a great mood. No matter what his wife thought, he had to coax her. He could give her a few more inducements next time and then try out all the remaining tricks.
Seeing his bright smile, Zhou Jiao didn't bother to care. But when she looked at her watch, she was horrified.
"Why did I sleep so long? Is it dark outside? This is so embarrassing."
Feeling guilty, Zhang Guoqing quickly said, "I said you didn't sleep well last night because of your son's disturbance, so I made sure you drank some milk this afternoon before going to bed."
"You're the one who drinks milk. You're really good at letting your son take the blame."
Zhang Guoqing chuckled. Not only had his son been blamed, but his benefits had also been docked, meaning he would have to sleep alone in his crib from now on. He didn't dare add fuel to the fire.
"Didn't Ping An come in to see me?"
"I came. I saw you were sleeping soundly, and then you ran to find dad with your book."
Zhou Jiao saw that she was clean and fresh, and had even put on her clothes, so she gave him a smile. Good thing, she hadn't lost her composure in front of her son.
Zhang Guoqing quickly changed the subject and told her to get up and eat. If they delayed any longer, it would be bad if his wife found bruises on her body.
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