Chapter 122 No one else is home
Aunt Feng chuckled and said, "I was looking at the moon just now."
There was another moment of silence between them, before Aunt Feng broke the awkward silence by asking, "You're from a military compound, aren't you?"
Song Juan asked cautiously, "Why are you asking this?"
She didn't tell anyone about this, so how did Aunt Feng know?
Song Juan reasonably suspected that she was a special agent who deliberately approached her in order to find out information about the military compound.
Thinking back to the special agent caught in the compound last time, who was also her age, Song Juan took two steps back in alarm.
"Don't come any closer, or I'll call for help."
Seeing that Song Juan was about to call for help, Aunt Feng quickly covered her mouth.
Song Juan struggled desperately, and Aunt Feng had no choice but to lower her voice and say, "Don't shout, Shen Kun sent me to protect you."
Upon hearing Shen Kun's name, Song Juan stopped struggling, but she still didn't completely believe her.
Aunt Feng continued, "You know how many women and children have been abducted recently, he's worried about you."
Seeing that Song Juan was still skeptical, she added, "You know Feng Xiang from your compound, right?"
The sense of panic returned.
Song Juan: Sure enough, she is a special agent, otherwise how would she know about the people in the compound!
Song Juan's mind was in a mess, and she didn't know what to do. She was being pulled by her sleeve and couldn't run away.
Whenever she made a sound, Aunt Feng would cover her mouth.
"Feng Xiang is my niece."
Aunt Feng said, "Feng Ji, do you know him? That kid next to Shen Kun, that's my nephew."
"I'm really here to protect you, don't be afraid!"
Song Juan asked with some skepticism, "What's Sister-in-law Feng Xiang's daughter's name?"
"Little dumpling, her full name is Yang Duoduo."
Song Juan breathed a sigh of relief. The information matched up; they all believed Feng, so she probably hadn't lied to her.
"Aunt Feng, um, I'm sorry about earlier."
It's really going too far to suspect someone of being a special agent.
Aunt Feng said nonchalantly, "It's always good to be cautious when you're out and about."
"Sigh," she sighed, "If A-Xiang had been more careful, Little Dumpling wouldn't have been kidnapped."
"What? The little dumpling has been kidnapped?"
Song Juan was shocked; she had seen the little girl just two days ago.
Wearing a red cotton-padded jacket and holding a candied hawthorn, he ran around happily.
Aunt Feng comforted herself and Song Juan.
“Aji has already gone to look for it, and Shen Kun will also help. I believe we will find it soon.”
"I hope so."
Something occurred to Song Juan, and she asked Aunt Feng, "Is Shen Kun very capable?"
If she remembered correctly, he had only been in Laba Village for a short time before becoming the brigade leader.
Now that she's helping to find Xiao Tuanzi, Aunt Feng speaks of him with great respect.
Aunt Feng changed the subject: "You're just a kid, don't ask so many questions. Go back to sleep, you'll be busy tomorrow."
Song Juan lay back on the bed, but couldn't fall asleep for a long time.
She crawled into bed, took out the letter written by Huang Ya, and blushed and her heart raced after reading only two lines.
Dr. Huang is truly reckless yet secretly passionate, his words filled with his longing and yearning, each line of his confession bolder than the last.
Song Juan hesitated, unsure how to reply, but after thinking for a moment, she picked up her pen and wrote a letter to Shen Wanjun.
She wanted to confirm Aunt Feng's identity again to see if she was lying.
Life in the compound was simple yet beautiful.
When Shen Wanjun woke up, Song Zhan had prepared breakfast and brought it to her bedside.
"Lazybones, time to eat."
"Honey, why didn't you call me? Where's Dr. Huang? Has he eaten?"
Hearing his wife showing concern for another man first thing in the morning, Song Zhan said sullenly, "He won't starve if he misses a meal."
Huang Ya has completely lost interest in eating these past two days.
To numb himself, he threw himself into his work.
He figured that if he kept himself busy, he wouldn't miss Song Juan as much.
Song Zhan was unaware of his little scheme, and luckily, he didn't have to cook for him in the morning.
Song Zhan was happy to have some free time. It was just him and Shen Wanjun at home, and he could do whatever he wanted.
Shen Wanjun was held in Song Zhan's arms: "Wife, let me feed you."
Shen Wanjun took a bite of the spicy soup and exclaimed in surprise, "Did you make this?"
Song Zhan nodded proudly: "That's right."
"My husband is amazing; he can learn anything."
Shen Wanjun was always stingy with praise for rough men.
Song Zhan held his head high, "How powerful are you?"
Shen Wanjun: ……
You little brat, don't push your luck.
After Shen Wanjun finished eating, Song Zhan thoughtfully wiped the corners of her lips.
As he wiped, he pressed himself against her, saying, "Wife~"
"Don't be a slut."
There's no one else at home.
Song Zhan's gaze fell on her chest, and he smiled, saying, "It seems to be getting bigger and bigger."
Shen Wanjun gave a reproachful look and covered her collar.
"After giving birth, the baby will shrink and wilt, becoming an ugly sack."
Song Zhan thought for a moment and said, "From now on, we can just feed the child formula."
He secretly peeked at a few pages of Song Juan's book and remembered this detail.
As Song Zhan spoke, he had already peeled off Shen Wanjun's nightgown. "Now I want to take a few more glances."
It's a real shame that we won't be able to see such a magnificent spectacle of surging waves again.
"You filthy scoundrel."
Shen Wanjun's voice still carried the languidness of someone who had just woken up, and her coquettish manner quickly captivated Song Zhan.
He swallowed hard, unable to resist kissing her lips.
Shen Wanjun covered her mouth and pushed him away, saying, "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."
"I don't mind." Song Zhan pried open her lips and kissed her passionately for a while.
His wife's breath was sweet even without brushing her teeth, which was intoxicating.
Song Zhan caressed her lips and whispered, "There are no outsiders at home."
With neither Song Juan nor Huang Ya present, Song Zhan felt very relaxed.
No more worrying about making too much noise and being heard by them.
You don't have to worry about being disturbed by others halfway through.
Shen Wanjun was very indulgent towards him, letting him cause trouble time and time again.
My skin, which had finally started to heal, is now covered in hives again.
She went limp and sank into the soft blankets.
Song Zhan hugged her from behind, placing one hand on her ample bosom and the other on her stomach.
Shen Wanjun is six months pregnant, but her belly is only slightly protruding.
She usually wears exaggerated clothes, so that you can't even tell she's pregnant from behind.
"Honey, you need to eat more meat."
Song Zhan was worried that the child she gave birth to would be malnourished.
Shen Wanjun poked his hand and said, "I eat it every day."
I've eaten so much meat, I wonder where all the weight has gone.
It didn't grow on me, nor on my child.
Thinking about it that way, it really is a bit of a waste.
Because Shen Wanjun was pregnant, Song Zhan didn't dare to go too far.
He could only eat some desserts, then wiped his mouth and let her go.
Song Zhan had become accustomed to sacrificing himself to satisfy Shen Wanjun.
Shen Wanjun's cheeks flushed red as she buried her head in the blankets, wanting to continue sleeping.
Song Zhan wiped her sweat with a towel and kissed her forehead.
"I'm going to take a shower and chop some firewood. You can go back to sleep."
Song Zhan closed the door, finished working in the kitchen, and then busied himself in the yard.
She moved quietly the whole time, afraid of disturbing Shen Wanjun.
Everything was harmonious, and Shen Wanjun slept soundly after exercising.
She opened her eyes when she heard a knock on the door, feeling somewhat annoyed.
Who is it that's preventing people from getting a good night's sleep so early in the morning?
Song Zhan opened the door with a dark expression, only to see Bai Lu standing smiling in the doorway.
"Good morning, Battalion Commander Song."
"Don't call me that, I won't be for long."
Song Zhan rarely gave her a friendly look. "Is there something you need?"
"Yes, I'm looking for Comrade Shen."
"Is it about rehearsals? She hasn't been feeling well these past couple of days, so she won't be going."
Bai Lu: "No, it's another very important thing."
Song Zhan stood at the door, not intending to let her in, but Bai Lu seemed determined to come in.
She moved closer to Song Zhan, who suddenly retreated five meters.
"What are you doing?" he glared at.
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