Chapter 136 Please promise me?
Shen Wanjun was caught off guard and kissed by him until her face turned red.
She playfully pushed him away, saying, "Juan'er has already misunderstood, so we can't let her continue to misunderstand."
She tossed the clothes to Song Zhan, saying, "Put these on quickly, or you'll catch a cold."
As for whether he has any injuries to his lower body, let's wait until tonight to check.
There were people in the room; she had just lost her mind.
My uncle only suffered minor injuries, while Huang Ya's injury... well, it was an accident.
Song Zhan should be fine too.
Thinking this, Shen Wanjun relaxed completely.
He opened the door and went to the kitchen to help Song Juan.
"Sister-in-law, you rest, I'll take care of things in the kitchen."
With swollen eyes and bandaged hands, Huang Ya was helping Song Juan cook.
The more you look at it, the funnier it becomes.
Shen Kun was leisurely drinking tea when Shen Wanjun sat down opposite him.
Shen Kun recounted his experiences at Heizi Ridge, and the bloody war he described was quite interesting to listen to.
"Old Dao is probably going to hate me now."
Song Zhan stood aside and said leisurely, "You sent him to the police station, no wonder he hates you."
Originally, everyone was doing a good deed together and rescued women and children who had been trafficked.
They returned safely, but Lao Dao ended up in jail.
Shen Kun looked innocent: "How can you blame me?"
"Blame it on his short legs, he can't run fast."
"He injured his leg."
At that time, Lao Dao and Shen Kun were taken to the police station to be recorded. Lao Dao was used to being a bandit, so he was unconsciously afraid when he saw the police.
He jumped off the train halfway through the journey to escape, but was caught and brought back after only a few steps.
The police thought he was doing good deeds anonymously, keeping his merits hidden.
Unexpectedly, Lao Dao was so frightened that he confessed that he was a bandit.
When things fell apart, he blushed and tried to explain, "If I said I was a good bandit who only robbed the rich and not the poor, would you believe me?"
Police officer: "I don't believe you for a second."
Lao Dao was handcuffed without any mercy and is currently under investigation at the police station.
Huang Ya brought over a plate of food: "If you ask me, this is all your fault."
Shen Kun looked at him impatiently: "I haven't even said anything to you yet. Why did you have to go and disturb a hornet's nest?"
"Looking at yourself like this is disgusting."
Huang Ya: "I just wanted to get some honey to eat."
Shen Wanjun covered her mouth and laughed: "Then it's not unjust that you got stung."
Upon hearing this, Song Juan opened the cabinet and took out a bottle of honey.
"Here, eat up, eat your fill."
Her attitude was fierce, tinged with a hint of exasperation and disappointment.
Huang Ya laughed and said, "I'm sorry, I left in a hurry that day and didn't have time to pick you up."
Song Juan glared at him: "Good to know."
As she spoke, she swung her arms and went to the kitchen to get busy.
Huang Ya sighed; he was still blaming him.
Huang Ya picked up a piece of golden-brown toasted bun, spread honey on it, and ate it with a satisfied expression.
Although Song Juan was still angry with him, she took the initiative to give him honey to eat.
He felt hopeful; he thought he would soon end his bachelorhood.
Huang Ya felt satisfied with the food, and even more so with a sweet feeling in her heart.
Song Juan prepared a large table of dishes, and Shen Wanjun brought out two bottles of fine wine to entertain everyone.
Having faced life and death together, Song Zhan's attitude towards Huang Ya improved considerably. He no longer looked down on her as much as before.
Today, I even took the initiative to toast him.
Huang Ya stood up with his wine glass in hand, and the two of them toasted Shen Kun together.
Shen Kun waved his hand, "Eat and drink as you please, don't be shy."
We're all family, no need for those underworld tactics.
Huang Yafei wanted to toast him: "Brother Kun, if it weren't for you, I would have been dead long ago."
Huang Ya was so busy firing the tranquilizer gun at full power that he didn't notice a bullet coming toward him.
He was caught off guard and kicked to the ground by Shen Kun, thus narrowly escaping death.
Song Zhan picked up his wine glass: "Uncle, it's all in the wine."
He later understood why Shen Wanjun had asked his uncle to come with him.
My uncle is really amazing; he's bold, meticulous, courageous, and resourceful.
"Uncle, haven't you ever considered joining the army?"
With his abilities, he could easily become a regimental commander.
Shen Kun took a sip of his drink: "I'm used to being lazy and can't stand being disciplined."
"Being a brigade leader is not bad."
Song Zhan consciously avoided bringing up the topic again.
Shen Kun, drunk, started talking about village affairs: "The brigade leader of Xiahe Village has been dismissed, and the entire commune is going to be merged with our side."
Shen Wanjun knew that Jiang Xiangdong had been dismissed from his post.
This is all thanks to Dang Xianghong, the all-knowing expert.
She asked, "Then who is the captain?"
Shen Kun pointed to himself: "Of course it's me."
Originally, when the two brigades were merged, one of the two brigade commanders would be chosen to serve as the new commander.
But with Jiang Xiangdong dismissed, Shen Kun naturally took over and became the only choice.
"I've had a meteoric rise in my career, why would I hesitate to join the army?"
The main advantage of being a battalion commander is the freedom; you can do whatever you want.
With the emperor far away and no one to control me, how wonderful it is to live a carefree life.
Shen Kun's face was flushed from drinking, and Song Zhan helped him walk towards the guest room.
Due to a shortage of rooms tonight, Huang Ya offered to stay in the hospital dormitory.
Huang Ya remained calm this time regarding Shen Kun taking his room, unlike last time when they disliked each other.
When Song Juan heard Huang Ya say he was leaving, she stood up and said softly, "Dr. Huang, you've had quite a bit to drink. It's so dark, let me take you home."
Huang Ya almost subconsciously looked at Song Zhan, waiting for him to frown, object, or even stop her as he used to.
In the past, Song Zhan always guarded against him getting close to Song Juan and would never allow the two of them to be alone together.
This time, however, Song Zhan simply nodded and said, "Go ahead, be careful on the road, and come back soon."
Even Song Juan was a little surprised that her brother was being so easy to talk to today.
As night deepened, the streetlights cast their shadows, making them appear to grow longer and shorter.
Huang Ya's steps were a little unsteady, and Song Juan followed half a step behind him, wanting to help him but not daring to reach out.
As they walked under a locust tree, Huang Ya suddenly bent over, leaned against the trunk, and began to vomit violently.
Song Juan quickly stepped forward, took a clean handkerchief out of her pocket, and handed it to him.
Huang Ya took it, wiped his mouth, and turned to look at her.
His eyes were tinged with intoxication, and his voice was a little hoarse, yet exceptionally earnest.
"Juan, I've been thinking a lot lately."
He paused for a moment, as if gathering his courage for a long time.
"And you? Have you thought it through...? Are you willing to be my girlfriend?"
Song Juan didn't speak, but just lowered her head and clenched the hem of her clothes.
The wind rustles through the locust tree leaves, its sound as clear as a heartbeat.
"I've thought about it a lot too."
Huang Ya gave a bitter smile; starting with this sentence was the prelude to rejection.
Having faced life and death, he was surprisingly vulnerable when it came to matters of the heart.
He sat on the ground like a child, pounding on the pavement, throwing a tantrum and refusing to move.
"Go back, don't worry about me."
Let him freeze to death here; he doesn't want to live anymore.
Song Juan gritted her teeth, "You don't want to go back, right? Then I'll stay here with you."
Huang Ya turned to look at him, her heart shattered into pieces, but she still forced herself to stand up.
"It's cold on the ground, girls shouldn't sit on the ground."
He pulled Song Juan to her feet and held onto her hand tightly, refusing to let go.
In an almost pleading voice, she said, "Juan, please promise me, okay?"
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