Chapter 68 Aren't all men like that?
Although Hao Mei's voice was very soft, everyone heard it.
Everyone pricked up their ears, eager to see what kind of man Hao Yan, the "hedgehog flower" of the compound, had found.
Hao Yan blushed. "Aren't all men like that?"
It's hard to say whether Wang Ming treated her well or badly, but it's not entirely unfavorable either.
Just ordinary, plain and uneventful.
Hao Yan comforted herself, saying that a peaceful life is a blessing.
She glanced furtively in the direction of the study and knew that Song Zhan must be there.
But she dared not look too closely, nor dared to say anything carelessly.
Now she's married and belongs to someone else.
Deep down, Hao Yan felt that she was no longer pure and was not good enough for Song Zhan.
But he was also somewhat unwilling to accept this, and didn't want Shen Wanjun to live too comfortably.
This is also the main reason why she agreed to help Zhong Chuchu.
"What do you mean by that?" someone asked curiously.
Hao Yan sighed: "He's a stinky man. His feet stink, his breath stinks, and his farts stink even more."
The women burst into laughter, while the man gave Hao Yan a cold glare.
What the hell? Does she think her farts smell good? Is she a fairy?
What kind of saddle should a horse have? Who does she think she is?
Hao Yan spoke her mind in a half-joking tone, which prompted the women to reveal their own stories about their husbands.
"My husband is the same way; making him take a shower is like torture for him."
"It's one thing not to shower in winter, but it's another not to shower in summer, and then you'll smell like stench."
Hao Yan's reaction was indifferent; she had just said that all men are like that.
But seeing that Shen Wanjun didn't react, he felt a little annoyed. Why didn't she complain about Song Zhan?
Isn't Battalion Commander Song a smelly man who likes to take baths but doesn't fart?
"Comrade Shen, is Battalion Commander Song the same way?"
Hao Yan finally couldn't help but ask what was on her mind.
Shen Wanjun smiled, pursing her lips, and remained silent.
Song Zhan was not like that at all; he had a strange fragrance about him that made her want to get closer.
She felt like the happiest woman in the world every night when she slept with his arm around her.
Song Zhan doesn't smoke, and his breath doesn't smell bad. Every time you kiss him, it's so sweet it's almost cloying.
"Is that so?" Hao Yan asked again.
“He used to not care about his appearance, and he didn’t like washing his face or hair,” Shen Wanjun said.
Song Zhan is now working too hard.
He even washes his hair more often than she does.
Sometimes he would shamelessly ask to use her face cream, so she had no choice but to buy him a set as well.
In just over a month, Song Zhan transformed from a slovenly, rough man into a somewhat refined young man.
It wasn't that Song Zhan was particularly clean; rather, he was afraid his wife would dislike him and wouldn't let him into bed.
Although washing his face, hair, and taking a bath is a bit of a hassle, the thought of being able to hold his sweet and soft wife while sleeping at night makes him happier than anyone else.
"Before?" Hao Yan grasped the key point, her eyes filled with disappointment.
Did Song Zhan change this for Shen Wanjun?!
All men are like that, but Song Zhan is different.
"And now?" Dang Xianghong asked curiously.
"I'm feeling better now," Shen Wanjun said without elaborating.
She was afraid that if she said too much, others would be envious, jealous, and resentful.
It wasn't easy for her to fit into this group.
Sure enough, when everyone heard that Battalion Commander Song was also a stinky man, their smiles widened.
So what if someone is handsome? If they're unattractive, they're still unattractive.
"Sister-in-law, my brother wants to go out for a walk." Song Juan waved to Chen Wanjun.
Hao Yan couldn't help but sneer: "How can Battalion Commander Song get out? He can just push his wheelchair out."
She thought darkly to herself, "What good is it for Shen Wanjun to get Song Zhan? He's a cripple, a burden to her for life."
Hao Yan had no intention of making Song Zhan suffer if she couldn't have him.
Shen Wanjun entered the house and quickly helped Song Zhan out.
Song Juan and Shen Wanjun supported Song Zhan on either side as they walked step by step to the front of the crowd.
Everyone was so shocked that they couldn't utter a word; the air was so still you could hear a pin drop.
After a long while, Dang Xianghong screamed at the top of her lungs, "Battalion Commander Song, you can stand up! You can walk!"
Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, he exclaimed, "As expected, the hospitals in the provincial capital are amazing!"
When Song Zhan left, he was still paralyzed in a wheelchair, but after two days, he was able to stand up and walk again.
Dang Xianghong pulled Song Zhan and said, "Take a couple more steps, let me see."
Her anxious mood was like that of a mother urging her child to take their first steps.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Song Zhan took two more difficult steps.
"Oh my god, this is great!"
Dang Xianghong ran home and called Old Li: "Old Li, come and see!"
Old Li yelled, "It's already noon, and you still haven't cooked?"
"What are you showing me? What do you want me to see?"
Upon entering Song Zhan's courtyard, Old Li spotted a group of women.
His wife took him to see...them?
“Song Zhan, Song Zhan has stood up and can walk again,” Dang Xianghong said.
Old Li stared wide-eyed at Song Zhan in disbelief.
"You... take a couple of steps so I can take a look."
Helpless, Song Zhan could only take two more steps.
Song Juan muttered to herself, "No wonder they're a couple, they say the same things."
Song Zhan walked a few steps and was covered in sweat, so Shen Wanjun quickly asked him to sit down.
Old Li said, "The doctors in these big hospitals are really amazing."
Shen Wanjun and Song Zhan exchanged a glance and nodded.
Let the hospital take the credit; that way, no one else will say anything.
The secret of Shen Wanjun's space can be kept hidden forever.
Soon, the news that Song Zhan was able to stand up spread like wildfire throughout the compound.
Many people gathered around and urged Song Zhan to walk a few steps. Song Zhan went from initial excitement to gradually feeling annoyed.
Finally, he put on a stern face and said, "Go back and eat."
We squeezed into his house to see how he walked.
The group had no choice but to leave reluctantly.
Dang Xianghong held Shen Wanjun's hand and said, "Sister, you've had a tough time."
Everyone said it was thanks to the big hospital, but who knew that Shen Wanjun was giving Song Zhan massages and acupuncture massages.
In her opinion, the hospital deserves at most half the credit, while the other half belongs to Shen Wanjun.
"Sister Hong, do you still have any dipping sauce? Song Zhan really likes it." Shen Wanjun changed the subject.
"Yes, yes, yes, there are many more. I'll take them to you."
The Party member ran on tiptoe towards the red flag, as happy as a little girl.
Song Zhan loves her dipping sauce, so it must be good for his legs.
Perhaps, Song Zhan's ability to stand up is partly due to her role in dipping sauce.
Dang Xianghong carried over two large jars and said generously, "Eat up, I'll make you more if you're not full."
Shen Wanjun was both amused and exasperated: "Sister Hong, this is enough for us to eat for half a year."
"It's only been half a year, you can eat it, don't be shy with me."
Dang Xianghong put down the jar and told Song Zhan to eat on time and to eat her dipping sauce on time.
He then shooed away anyone who wanted to watch the spectacle and closed the door behind him.
Bai Lu learned of this news quickly, and after school that afternoon, she went to their house with her things.
The gate to Song Zhan's courtyard was closed but unlocked, so she pushed it open and went inside.
An untimely groaning sound came from inside the house; upon closer listening, it sounded like a woman.
Each note was higher than the last, and it was very pleasant to listen to.
Bai Lu blushed instantly. Could Song Zhan be doing *that* with Shen Wanjun right now?
No, can Song Zhan... do that?
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