Song Ping'an even went to his home to explain this in person.
“Qingqing? I felt so sorry for Xiaojun, so I took him in.”
I'll make him behave from now on and he won't cause you any trouble.
Song remained noncommittal, giving a soft "hmm" without offering any opinion. Instead, she found two more people from the village and sent them to Huangcheng to work as shop assistants.
As for the two brothers, Ah Wu and Ah Liu, Song Guoqiang arranged for them to learn driving skills from an experienced driver.
The two brothers, Ah Wu and Ah Liu, were overjoyed and studied extremely diligently.
Friday arrived in the blink of an eye, and Song Qingqing stepped into Huangcheng under the evening glow.
The first thing Song Qingqing did after getting off the bus was to go to the hospital to visit the unlucky guy.
Sikong Xingchen said last time that when Song Qingqing comes to Huangcheng again, she will definitely wake up the unlucky guy.
Now, Song Qingqing needs to confirm whether the unlucky guy has really woken up.
After all, he became like that because of her.
Both emotionally and logically, Song Qingqing would be worried.
Fortunately, Sikong Xingchen did not lie to her.
When she arrived at the ward door, the unlucky guy was lying comfortably in bed, smiling at her, "Qingqing, you're here, come and sit down."
After saying that, the unlucky guy remembered that he had confessed his feelings to Song Qingqing when he was shot last time.
Her pale face instantly turned bright red.
Song Qingqing sat down beside him, and seeing his embarrassment, she also became awkward.
"Ahem, Xiao Yi, how are you feeling?" After clearing her throat twice, Song Qingqing began to change the subject.
The unlucky guy looked up at Song Qingqing, then lowered his head, glanced to the side, and replied, "I'm fine, I'm great."
Actually, the unlucky guy woke up yesterday.
The first thing he saw when he woke up was the person he least wanted to see: Sikong Xingchen.
Upon seeing that he had woken up, the other party left with a masked man, saying, "Take care of yourself."
"That's good." The conversation abruptly ended there, and Song Qingqing didn't know what to say.
After a long while, Song Qingqing told him to rest well and that she would come to see him again tomorrow before returning to the courtyard house.
When he returned, Sikong Xingchen was working from home.
When Lao Wang saw Song Qingqing arrive, he immediately stepped aside, giving the two young people some space.
Seeing that the other party was working very seriously, Song Qingqing tiptoed forward, wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, and then lay down on Sikong Xingchen's body.
"Stars, I miss you so much."
She blew a breath into Sikong Xingchen's ear, and Song Qingqing lay still.
Upon hearing this, Sikong Xingchen, who was handling official business, immediately put down his pen, turned around, and pulled Song Qingqing into his arms.
"How much do you want to?" Sikong Xingchen gazed at Song Qingqing's small face with a smile, and couldn't help but kiss her forehead before asking.
Song Qingqing blushed and nestled shyly into the other person's arms, whispering, "That's what I think."
As she spoke, she lightly bit the other person through the fabric.
Sikong Xingchen's body stiffened, and his large hand landed on the curve of Song Qingqing's back. He patted her lightly and said, "Hehe! You haven't thought about it enough."
After saying that, he lifted Song Qingqing's chin, lowered his handsome face, and then began to kiss her.
"Can you feel my longing for you?" Sikong Xingchen asked after finishing the meal.
Feeling weak and disoriented from all the biting, Song Qingqing had no idea what the other person meant and shook her head haphazardly.
"It seems I need to demonstrate it again." Seeing this, Sikong Xingchen gave Song Qingqing another kiss.
It wasn't until Old Wang said it was time for dinner that the two reluctantly parted ways.
At the dinner table, Sikong Xingchen first helped Song Qingqing place her favorite foods in front of her.
Song Qingqing loved this plate of braised pork, so she pushed it towards her.
Song Qingqing also loves this plate of spicy beef, so she pushed it over.
This plate of sweet and sour pork ribs... push it over.
Song Qingqing watched as Sikong Xingchen kept pushing dishes in front of her after he sat down, until there was no food in front of him. Suddenly, Song Qingqing's eyes reddened.
There were ten dishes on the table, all of which were Song Qingqing's favorites, but Sikong Xingchen didn't like any of them.
Song Qingqing was deeply moved. She moved her chair aside, stepped forward, and threw herself into the other person's arms.
"Xingchen, you're going to spoil me rotten," Song Qingqing muttered, hugging Sikong Xingchen's waist.
Sikong Xingchen held her close, preventing her from slipping down.
Then he affectionately ruffled her hair and said, "Qing'er, I want to give you the best things in the world."
Since meeting Song Qingqing, Sikong Xingchen has forgotten about himself and has been thinking only about Song Qingqing.
What's so special about this table of dishes? If Song Qingqing went to the kitchen, she would find that the refrigerator was also full of her favorite fruits.
"Chenchen, I love you to death! How about we try again? Maybe we can have meat today."
Song Qingqing was deeply moved and felt that only by letting the other person eat meat could she feel better.
Sikong Xingchen chuckled and tapped Song Qingqing on the head, saying, "What are you eating? Isn't a whole table of meat enough for you?"
"......"
Song Qingqing was speechless. Sikong Xingchen had misunderstood. When she said she was eating meat, she didn't mean the meat on the table.
But clearly, the other party believes that this is the meat.
So, while Song Qingqing was in a daze, Sikong Xingchen personally picked up some meat for her, put it to her mouth, and coaxed, "Good girl, open your mouth and eat the meat."
"......"
Yellow, get out of my way!
Song gently shook off the yellow thoughts in her mind, opened her mouth, and swallowed the braised pork in one gulp.
After finishing one bite, the other person tried to feed her another. Feeling embarrassed, Song Qingqing got off him and sat down to the side.
With the weight off his body, Sikong Xingchen should feel much better.
But no, he looked at his empty arms with a disappointed expression.
Seeing this, Song Qingqing paused for a moment, then got up and silently sat back down on the other person's lap.
Seriously!
Is she unwilling to put pressure on him, or is she just reluctant to? Since he wants to be pressured by her so much, then she might as well continue to do so!
Sure enough, as soon as she sat down, Sikong Xingchen immediately smiled and put meat on her plate, "Here, Qing'er, this is your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs."
"......"
Song gently opened her mouth and let the other person feed her.
And so, Song Qingqing enjoyed a very happy dinner in Sikong Xingchen's arms.
The next day, Song Qingqing rushed to the shop early in the morning.
All I saw was another deserted vegetable shop. With a sigh, I went inside.
I chatted with Song Guoqiang for a while and asked him if he had finished the preparations, since they would be starting the battle tomorrow.
Song Guoqiang patted his chest and said that everything was ready, and they were just waiting for the battle to begin tomorrow.
"Okay, I'll go buy the car now. How's their training going? Can they drive it?"
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