022 swore that when it heard Jiang Rong's words, it also heard the sound of itself cracking.
Shang Shaoheng, who could walk away calmly even in the face of a mountain collapse, was also stunned for a moment, with a strange expression on his face: "Mr. Qian, are you referring to Qian Weixin?"
The one who is 56 years old this year, 1.65 meters tall and weighs nearly 200 pounds, has been bald since he was 20 years old, and will have a grandson in two months, Qian Weixin, Mr. Qian?
"Yeah." Jiang Rong nodded and said shyly, "He once held me in his arms when I was a child. I think that's when I started to like him."
022 had already turned into a lifeless black. She felt that Teacher Jiang had sacrificed too much, and yet Teacher Jiang could sacrifice even more. The girl who had just been full of spring in her heart suddenly had tears in her eyes: "But...but there are mountains of swords and seas of fire between us. Because of the gap in age and generation, we are destined not to be together!"
"He has his own wife and children. I don't want to be a third party who interferes with other people's feelings, so I have been forbearing and restraining my love for many years, but... but I still can't control myself. Even just seeing him up close would make me feel satisfied, so I..."
She looked up at Shang Shaoheng, as if very nervous: "Brother-in-law, please don't tell Uncle Qian about this. I don't want his peaceful and happy life to be disturbed."
Shang Shaoheng thought expressionlessly, did you know that your Uncle Qian has no less than five mistresses who are younger than you?
Shang Shaoheng hadn't spoken for a long time. Jiang Rong wasn't sure if he believed her or not, so she asked tentatively, "Brother-in-law, you don't think I'm a bad woman, do you? I really just like Uncle Qian secretly. The worst thing I did was last time in the private room. You don't know, I was so happy when Uncle Qian wanted to drink with me. I was so excited that I spilled the wine on you. Don't be angry."
"You like him because he held you in his arms when you were a child?" Shang Shaoheng finally spoke.
Jiang Rong thought to himself, what nonsense are you talking about? How could my love be so superficial? There must be other reasons.
She was making up stories in her mind when Shang Shaoheng suddenly moved closer, their noses almost touching. Jiang Rong opened her eyes wide and saw her own reflection in Shang Shaoheng's black pupils.
Too close.
She was so close that she could feel Shang Shaoheng's breathing, heartbeat, body temperature and even pulse. This world was blocked and shrouded by the cold fragrance of cypress, leaving Jiang Rong nowhere to escape, and sweat seeped out of her palms.
She tried her best to keep her breathing steady, and the thought of "Why is a young girl so infatuated with a sixty-year-old man" just now turned into ashes, and she couldn't remember a single word.
Fortunately, Shang Shaoheng didn't mean to ask her to answer, but instead asked a question that made Jiang Rong want to strangle herself to death: "Maybe I held you in my arms when you were a child, why didn't you fall in love with me?"
Jiang Rong: “…”
Jiang Rong: “…………”
My silence was deafening.
Jiang Rong took a while to finally utter, "So many people held me in their arms when I was little, but I only fell in love with Uncle Qian. This must be... it must be a special fate."
"Really?" Shang Shaoheng said with an ambiguous tone, "You are quite moral and infatuated."
Jiang Rong: "No, no, it's just a love affair. Brother-in-law, how about I tell you about Pan Yu...hiss!!"
She suddenly screamed, with a somewhat charming gasp, and subconsciously tried to struggle, but Shang Shaoheng restrained her hands with one hand, pinched her chin with the other hand, and turned her head away, revealing her fair and slender neck.
Jiang Rong's skin was so white that the tooth mark left by Shang Shaoheng was extremely conspicuous, and so red that it looked like it was dripping blood.
[Shang Shaoheng, that bastard—] Jiang Rong and 022 cursed their father: [He's dead! I said so! He actually dared to bite his father!]
022 was also confused. Shang Shaoheng's bite was really hard. If he had used a little more force, there would definitely be blood. Even it couldn't let Jiang Rong calm down against its conscience.
Jiang Rong was in so much pain that she was about to cry. She stared at Shang Shaoheng, thinking that she was very fierce. But in fact, her frown, wet eyelashes and slightly pursed lips only made people want to bully her more.
"...squeamish." Shang Shaoheng commented, "You bit me last time, and now I bite you back. The bill is void."
"!" Jiang Rong's murderous aura disappeared instantly. He felt that Shang Shaoheng still had some good points besides his face. Although he was vindictive, he spent money like water!
Probably because he saw that Jiang Rong was still maintaining the same posture as before, and thought that she was really in pain and about to cry, Shang Shaoheng frowned, hesitated for a moment, and leaned over to lick the tooth mark.
Jiang Rong's cells instantly exploded, the moist and warm touch taking over all her senses. She looked at Shang Shaoheng in disbelief, "What...are you doing?"
Shang Shaoheng glanced at her and said, "Pain relief."
Jiang Rong: "." Are you a dog? You think licking it can relieve pain! Do you want me to cut you three times and make six holes, and then lick each one twice to relieve the pain?
But considering that he had just written off the debt between them, Jiang Rong endured it: "Then brother-in-law, can you let me go?"
A single man and a single woman touching, hugging, licking and kissing each other in a car, if it were filmed, it would definitely be more popular than Li Tianxie's stupid self-introduction video.
Shang Shaoheng didn't let her go immediately. Instead, he pinched her face and looked at her for a while, "Did your family take you to the hospital to check your eyes and brain?"
Jiang Rong: “?”
"It's probably a brain problem." Shang Shaoheng let go of her, leaned back in the driver's seat, and said lazily, "After all, they say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder."
It took Jiang Rong two seconds to realize that Shang Shaoheng was implying that she was crazy for liking the bald Qian Zong. She immediately started to speak in a love-struck manner: "Maybe... But for Uncle Qian, even if he has a mental illness, I don't want to get treatment. If I don't like Uncle Qian after he's cured, how will I live in the future?"
Shang Shaoheng: “…”
[Little guy.] Jiang Rong sneered: [I still can't disgust you to death.]
022: [Teacher Jiang, you are so awesome! Aren’t you disgusting yourself?]
Jiang Rong: […Disgusting, but for the sake of disgusting Shang Shaoheng, I can endure it.]
Jiang Rong was about to tell Shang Shaoheng about her ill-fated relationship with Qian Weixin. However, even someone as strong and aloof as Shang Shaoheng couldn't stand her idiotic remarks and interrupted her, "Why do you want to go to the First Military Academy?"
"Ah?" Jiang Rong thought for a moment and didn't dare lie to Shang Shaoheng about this matter: "My dad wants me to attend some kind of training class for good wives and mothers. I don't want to go, but I don't have any academic qualifications. Other schools won't accept me, so I can only try my luck at the First Military Academy."
Shang Shaoheng glanced at her serious expression and suddenly remembered that Shangjia's special student quota seemed to still be there. This thing was of no use to him. Just as he was about to give it to Jiang Rong, he heard her say with eyes full of longing: "Besides, if I get into the First Military Academy, Uncle Qian will also look at me with new eyes, right?"
Shang Shaoheng: “.”
He turned on the car music with an expressionless face and played a song called "Dear, That's Not Love".
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