Song Zhiting wants to send Song Sicheng back to Beijing.
Zheng Baozhu disagreed: "Why should we send Sicheng back? He has just adapted to Dongxian Island and made new friends. Leaving will not be good for his study and life."
Song Zhiting said that Zheng Baozhu had to do business and take care of him, and had no time to take care of Song Sicheng.
"It doesn't affect you at all. When you get off work, I get off work too. I won't be late in taking care of you. Sicheng is very independent and does well in his studies. I don't need to worry too much about him, but he needs the company of his family."
Song Zhiting said: "The teaching conditions in Beijing are good. For Sicheng's future, returning to Beijing is the best choice."
Zheng Baozhu retorted: "Since the teaching conditions in Beijing are good, why did you take Sicheng here in the first place?"
Song Zhiting couldn't refute, but still insisted on sending Song Sicheng back.
Zheng Baozhu had no choice but to call Song Sicheng to the room.
"Sicheng, your father wants to send you back to Jing City. Are you willing to go back?"
Song Sicheng shook his head: "I want to live with my parents."
"Then you can go to your father and cry until your heart breaks and your liver and lungs are broken. Then he will be reluctant to let you go."
Song Sicheng shook his head: "Men don't shed tears easily. Grandpa also said that men of the Song family shed blood but not tears."
"But if you don't cry, you will be sent away. Mommy doesn't want you to go."
Song Sicheng looked at Zheng Baozhu and said, "I can't bear to leave my mother either, but if I cry, my father will think I'm not manly. But if my mother cries, my father will feel distressed."
Zheng Baozhu said unhappily: "He doesn't feel sorry at all!"
…
Seeing that Song Sicheng's approach wasn't working, Zheng Baozhu deliberately packed her clothes in front of Song Zhiting.
When Song Zhiting saw Zheng Baozhu put her clothes into the suitcase, he asked, "Are you going back to Beijing with me?"
"Sicheng is a child, she needs her parents to take care of her."
"What about me?"
"You are an adult, I believe you can overcome the difficulties, and I am relieved that you have your comrades in the army to take care of you."
Of the two father and son, Song Zhiting is the one who needs more care now, and Zheng Baozhu believes that Song Zhiting will compromise.
Unexpectedly, Song Zhiting thought about it and agreed.
Zheng Baozhu blinked her big eyes. This guy actually agreed.
"Well, I thought about it. You have limited mobility and need someone to take care of you when you get home from get off work. Your comrades can't take care of you every day. If you don't let Sicheng go back, I can take care of both of you."
"I am already doing rehabilitation training and will be able to move freely soon."
"I still have business to run, and I want to expand it to help more military wives find jobs."
"As long as you have brains, you can do business anywhere. When you go to the hospital to take care of me, your business will also run normally. Don't worry."
…
Seeing that she couldn't convince him, Zheng Baozhu went to find Ding Peizhi.
Ding Peizhi was very anxious when she learned that Zheng Baozhu was going back to Beijing: "You can't go back. Lao Qiu has already reported to his superiors that he will arrange a large factory for you. If you leave, how can this business continue?"
Zheng Baozhu sighed: "Zhi Ting said that you can do business without me. When I went to the hospital before, you also did very well."
"How can it be the same? The business is yours, the sales channels and the connections are all yours. Once you leave, who will recognize us?"
"Zhi Ting said there's no problem. If there's anything, go find him."
"Captain Song is good at training and executing missions, but he doesn't know how to run a business."
Zheng Baozhu said in embarrassment: "There is no other way. He insisted that we go back."
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Ding Peizhi told Political Commissar Qiu about this matter, and Political Commissar Qiu went to find Song Zhiting.
The result was that even Political Commissar Qiu was unable to change Song Zhiting's decision.
What should I do?
After much deliberation, Zheng Baozhu decided to start with Song Zhiting.
Zheng Baozhu deliberately put on some nude makeup with white flowers to make herself look pitiful. When the wives of the soldiers who were working saw her, they came up to her and wanted to touch her face.
"Your face looks so tender today, white and rosy."
"My eyes have gotten bigger and my eyelashes have gotten longer."
"You have such plump lips. You were already beautiful, and you became even more beautiful overnight!"
"Baozhu, do you know magic? Can you make me look pretty too?"
Zheng Baozhu was very satisfied with the good makeup effect.
However, Song Zhiting did not come back at noon, so no one appreciated her beautiful makeup.
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The waiting time is always hard to bear, but I finally waited until Song Zhiting got off work.
Xiao Cai, who was pushing a wheelchair, was amazed when he saw Zheng Baozhu. He wanted to take a closer look at her, but was driven back by Song Zhiting.
“You’re wearing makeup.”
"You have a very good eye. I put on nude makeup. How did you tell?"
"I'm not blind. You've changed so much. It's not makeup. Could it be that you changed your head?"
Zheng Baozhu leaned in closer and asked, "Do I look good with makeup on?"
"It looks good, don't put on makeup anymore."
"Why, I put on beautiful makeup, don't you find it pleasing to the eye?"
"This is a military unit. If you transform yourself into this, you will steal the souls of the soldiers. How can we train them?"
Zheng Baozhu whispered in Song Zhiting's ear: "I will put on the makeup at home for you alone."
Song Zhiting's body trembled uncontrollably.
Seeing this, Zheng Baozhu smiled and said, "Are you cold? I'll give you another sweater."
To put on a sweater, you have to take off the outer cotton coat first. When Zheng Baozhu was changing Song Zhiting's clothes, her fingers intentionally or unintentionally stroked Song Zhiting's chest.
Although he was still wearing autumn clothes, Song Zhiting's Adam's apple couldn't help but move up and down, and he grabbed Zheng Baozhu's hand: "I will put it on myself!"
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At night, Zheng Baozhu took the initiative to rest her head on Song Zhiting's arm.
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