Chapter 100 Chapter 100 Brave Xiao Song, not afraid of love rivals! …
Taking off clothes before sleeping is a very normal plot.
Jiang Ling didn't care at first, but when she saw the other party taking off more and more clothes, she couldn't sit still anymore.
"What are you doing?"
She silently grabbed her collar.
"Today is your birthday after all, I should give myself to you as a gift."
Song Guanshu had a shy expression on his face, but his movements were getting closer and closer, and it was impossible to tell what he was shy about.
Jiang Ling took two steps back and said cautiously, "You have already given me a gift, I like it very much, so there is no need for anything else."
The masculine scent completely enveloped Jiang Ling. She wanted to save him, "Can't you hear me? I said I like it."
So there is no need for any other gifts, let alone giving yourself as a gift.
The man said in a pleasant voice, "I know you like it."
A gentle kiss fell, accompanied by his slender and flexible fingers, exploring the new territory inch by inch on Jiang Ling's skin.
Jiang Ling had no choice but to stay up all night. She was so sleepy that she reached out and hit Song Guanshu twice in anger.
He stretched his face forward and let Jiang Ling hit him. Jiang Ling couldn't use any force, so she hit him in the face as if she was teasing him.
He grabbed Jiang Ling's hand and kissed her hard twice. "Sleep a little longer tomorrow morning. Breakfast is in the pot. Remember to eat breakfast when you get up."
Jiang Ling closed her eyes and didn't look at him, and a barely perceptible hum came out of her throat.
Song Guanshu closed his eyes with a smile on his lips, but he never let go of Jiang Ling's hand.
When Jiang Ling got up the next morning, it was almost nine o'clock and Song Guanshu had already gone to the factory.
He got up so quietly that Jiang Ling didn't even know when he left.
The curtains had average light-blocking properties, and the winter sun shone through them onto her face.
Jiang Ling held a toothbrush in her hand and opened the pot to prepare today's breakfast.
The pot is empty, there is nothing in it.
Jiang Ling cursed Song Guanshu countless times in her heart. It turned out that what he said was right. What a man said in bed could not be trusted.
When she sat at the table, she saw that Song Guanshu had left her a note asking her to cut a piece of birthday cake for breakfast in the morning.
Well, the cream cake was indeed more attractive to her than leftovers.
It has been a long time since I last had cream cake. In this era of sugar shortage, there is no need to worry about excessive sugar intake, so Jiang Ling eats cake for breakfast and lunch.
She ate half of the whole cake.
Jiang Ling felt a little guilty and thought about controlling herself. She couldn't eat the whole cake and had to leave some for Song Guanshu and Chen Xiangyang.
So she reluctantly placed the cake in the west room, out of sight, and didn't want to eat it.
On Jiang Ling's birthday, after Tong Wanyue left Jiang Ling's house, she went to Xihe Police Station to find her former colleague. She wanted to know about Song Guanshu's mother.
She herself was not that curious, but she had pretended to know everything in front of Jiang Ling, and she had to keep up the lie.
The police officers of Xihe Police Station were deeply impressed by Zhong Xuenu for two reasons: it was the first time they had seen such a beautiful lesbian. The second is that women in North City are all fierce and are not afraid of domestic violence against men. The police had seen many fierce women, but they had never seen a woman as fierce and beautiful as Zhong Xuenu.
Tong Wanyue was afraid that her former colleague might not remember her clearly, so she specially painted a portrait of Zhong Xuenu on the spot.
When it comes to the deeds of this female comrade, I could talk about them all night long without repeating myself.
The former colleague said he was tired and told her, "There are files in the archives, why don't you go and look for yourself."
Tong Wanyue strictly followed the rules and regulations. Since she had already left the Xihe Police Station and it had nothing to do with her work, she had no reason to go to the archives room to look through the files. If something really happened, she would not be able to take the responsibility.
"Just tell me briefly, no need to go into too much detail."
There was no need to tell her about the actions and tone of voice when the two of them were fighting.
Probably knowing what Zhong Xuenu had done, she hurriedly said goodbye to her former colleague before the last bus arrived.
Tong Wanyue was not a person who could sit idle. After returning home and washing up, she went back into the study.
There were a lot of drawing manuscripts in the study. She picked up a sketching pencil and a slightly boyish face appeared on the paper.
The more I looked at it, the more familiar this face seemed to me, as if I had seen it somewhere.
She couldn't quite remember where she had seen him before.
The tip of the pen rested on the lower right corner of the paper, and the pen slowly began to paint, following my heart.
Ten minutes later, two slightly similar faces appeared on a piece of paper at the same time. They looked like sisters, or like the teenage and young adult years of the same person.
Tong Wanyue remembered that the small picture she drew later was of a famous Hong Kong martial arts actress. She once won the first prize in the National Wushu Competition, but for some reason she did not continue to engage in martial arts, but went to Hong Kong to be a star.
She is beautiful and heroic, and she has real kung fu skills. She doesn't need a stunt double when filming martial arts scenes. She is a professional and does not need any guidance from a martial arts teacher on the crew. She was famous for a while in the mid-1990s.
Later, as Hong Kong stars came and went, she remained tepid.
After the millennium, when Tong Wanyue was reading entertainment reports, she heard that the reason why she entered the entertainment industry was to find her relatives.
It was said that she lost contact with her family when she was young, and it was unknown whether she was abandoned by her family or lost on her own and was picked up by her adoptive father. The adoptive mother was infertile and had originally planned to buy a boy, but after picking her up, she never bought another child.
She adopted a boy into her adoptive father's family. Compared with her younger brother, her muscles and bones were more suitable for martial arts training. Her adoptive father passed on martial arts to her, hoping that she could carry forward the family skills like a boy, so he named her Ruonan.
When Zhuang Yisan's adoptive father passed away, she realized that she was not the biological daughter of the Zhuang family, but was picked up and brought home by Zhuang's father.
Over the years, she has been trying to find her biological parents.
So she did not continue in her original career, but became a martial arts star, hoping that after she became successful, her relatives would be able to see her on TV and find her.
At that time, Tong Wanyue heard Zhong Xuenu call her Ah Qing. She also went to ask the police at the station front police station, and found out that the female comrade just now had nothing to do with the name that Zhong Xuenu called out.
This matter concerns Song Guanshu. She is worried that you will implicate Jiang Ling, and she is very concerned.
Tong Wanyue remembered, she remembered everything. Zhuang Yishan was the stage name she took after she came to Hong Kong to film. Her real name was Zhuang Ruonan, which was too mainland-style. At that time, the Hong Kong entertainment industry was very exclusive to mainland China. In order to quickly integrate into Hong Kong, she took a stage name under the arrangement of the company.
This is also why Tong Wanyue didn’t think of her the first time she saw the name Zhuang Ruonan.
Tong Wanyue had never heard of a lost child in Song Guanshu's family. She was not sure whether Zhuang Ruonan was a child of the Song family. Perhaps a relative or friend of Zhong Xue's family had lost a child before.
No matter how I looked at it, I couldn't find any similarities between Zhuang Yishan's face and Song Guanshu's.
The only thing is, they are all very beautiful.
I remember Zhuang Yisan once said that she was picked up by her adoptive father when she was five or six years old.
By that time, Song Guanshu should be able to remember things. I wonder if he would be willing to help, and whether he still remembers whether there are any missing little girls among his relatives or friends.
When Tong Wanyue first read the report, she felt sorry for Zhuang Yisan who was separated from her biological parents at such a young age, and wanted to help her find her parents.
She thought that if she found an opportunity, she would need to ask Jiang Ling to ask for her.
Tong Wanyue soon became busy and went on a business trip, and this matter was soon forgotten by her.
For her, when she is busy, there is no distinction between weekdays and rest days.
The degree of fatigue increased sharply compared to the previous life, but she was in pain and happy, and she gained an unprecedented sense of accomplishment from it.
She could feel that she was making progress.
Jiang Ling could feel that she was making progress before class started every Saturday.
Although she has five days off from Monday to Friday, she still has to prepare herself mentally for half a day before going to class on Saturday.
Early on Saturday morning, Chen Xiangyang came to the house for dinner as usual. He had a book tucked under his arm. It was the elementary school textbook that he would ask Zhao Jingxue to tutor him later.
At the dinner table, Song Guanshu suddenly announced, "I'll take Jiang Ling to school later. You've been working hard at school every week. You should take a good rest at home on Saturdays and Sundays."
Jiang Ling didn't care who went to school with her. She looked at Song Guanshu and asked, "Don't you need to go to the factory anymore?"
Song Guanshu shook his head slightly. "Workers also need to take weekends off. We can't ignore quality in pursuit of speed."
Jiang Ling was confused because the workers in the factory had always had holidays on weekends and they didn't just start having holidays this week.
Song Guanshu didn't go to the factory to be a supervisor. He was leading the R&D staff to develop new products, and sometimes he would go to discuss business with Li Gui.
However, Jiang Ling did not ask this question out loud. If she continued to ask, this person would be unhappy again. He suspected that she did not want to go out with him.
Seeing that the couple had reached a consensus on who would accompany Jiang Ling to school today, Chen Xiangyang was stunned.
Under normal circumstances, it would be fine for him to go to North City University or not, but he had just agreed last week to let Zhao Jingxue tutor him on weekends. Zhao Jingxue was probably waiting for him in the office by now, and if he didn't go, he would be breaking his promise.
He also wanted to ask what Zhao Jingxue meant by what she said last time.
"It's okay, brother. I sit in the classroom all day. How tired can I be? You have to go to work in the factory every day. You have to make money to support the family and cook when you get home. You should rest at home for the next two days. I'll take Ling to school."
Chen Xiangyang's original intention was to exaggerate Song Guanshu's hard work and ask him to rest at home for the next two days. But to Jiang Ling, it sounded like he was accusing her of being lazy and not working or doing housework.
Seeing how modest they were, Jiang Ling felt that it was inappropriate for her, who had just had five days off from work, to ask someone who had worked and studied hard for five days to send her to school, so she said, "Okay, stop arguing. I'll go by myself. You don't need to send me."
"no."
The two people who were arguing just now said in unison.
They looked at each other and finally agreed, "We will send you off together."
"This is too much of a fuss."
Song Guanshu smiled very gently, like the breeze in March, "Not only to send you to school, I want to borrow two books from the library of North City University."
He has an alumni card and can borrow books from the school library.
Chen Xiangyang also said, "I have made an appointment with Xiaoshan to go play basketball with him every weekend. I can't break my promise."
He was holding a book, but said he was going to play basketball with Xiaoshan.
Seeing that he mentioned Xiaoshan again for no reason, Song Guanshu glanced at Chen Xiangyang coldly.
Chen Xiangyang didn't notice anything wrong at all because Jiang Ling agreed to let him and Song Guanshu send her to school.
He happily went to get the bag for Jiang Ling.
His own job was taken away. Song Guanshu looked at the bag in Chen Xiangyang's hand and clenched his fist in anger.
It doesn’t matter, if he wants to carry it, just give it to her.
Jiang Ling locked the door and came out. When the three of them walked towards the bus stop together, Song Guanshu took her hand very naturally.
On the street, this kind of behavior is actually too much.
It's okay for a couple to be as close as they want at home, but if they do so outside, some uncles and aunts will point fingers at them and accuse them of being hooligan.
It was too cold outside, and pedestrians walked cautiously on the road, so no one noticed the intimate actions of the two.
Jiang Ling looked at the hand held by Song Guanshu in confusion and asked him, "Aren't you cold?"
She saw that the back of Song Guanshu's hand had turned red from the cold wind.
Song Guanshu's expression was natural, "I'm not cold."
Jiang Ling stretched out her other hand and patted the back of his red hand, "You are not cold, but I am. Let go, I want to put it in my pocket."
Song Guanshu said "oh" and let go of her hand obediently.
No matter how warm Song Guanshu's hands are normally, he can't feel any warmth when he's frozen in the cold wind.
In the cold wind, the best place for your hands is in your pockets.
Jiang Ling said this to herself, but she couldn't ignore the pitiful look that fell on her.
She sighed inwardly, opened her pocket, and asked him, "My pocket is still quite warm, do you want to come in?"
The person who got what he wanted secretly raised the corner of his lips and held Jiang Ling's hand in his pocket.
Chen Xiangyang was walking in front, not noticing anything happening behind him.
The bus stopped in front of the north gate of North City University. Chen Xiangyang said to the two people behind him, "Ling, let's meet at the old place. I'm leaving first."
After saying that, he ran away.
Song Guanshu lowered his head and asked Jiang Ling, "Where is the old place?"
Jiang Ling replied, "He was on the basketball court. He had been playing basketball with others there."
Song Guanshu's face looked grim. Fortunately, he came with them today, otherwise he didn't know how many opportunities this idiot Chen Xiangyang would create for others.
"Is that so?" He said calmly, "Your get out of class ends at 4:15. I'll meet you downstairs of Qiushi Building at 4 o'clock. We'll go to the basketball court to find him together."
Jiang Ling thought it was unnecessary. "We can just meet at the basketball court before 4:30."
Song Guanshu said to himself, "get out of class ends at 11:30 noon, right?"
Jiang Ling had a bad premonition in her heart, and sure enough, when the get out of class was over at noon and she was about to go to the cafeteria with her classmates, she saw someone in the corridor as soon as she walked out of the classroom.
Song Guanshu walked straight towards her and she closed her eyes in despair.
The students around were all smart people, and they immediately understood what he meant, "You are the one from Xiao Jiang's family, right?"
Song Guanshu nodded gently and greeted everyone, "I am Jiang Ling's husband. Thank you all for taking care of Jiang Ling during this period. I happened to be reading in the library today, so I thought of coming to have dinner with her. I hope I won't disturb you all."
There was a time in the past when Song Guanshu accompanied Jiang Ling to and from school. At that time, Jiang Ling made an appointment with him to have lunch separately. If she always ate with Song Guanshu, she would not be able to integrate into the new group.
As a result, this person did not abide by the moral code of martial arts and did not keep his word on the agreement.
Song Guanshu has a pleasing face, which makes it easy for people to like him.
The students standing next to Jiang Ling gave up their seats one after another, "Don't disturb me, it's more fun when there are more people."
"Oh, you two are such a good match."
"I told Jiang Ling I wanted to introduce her to someone, but she refused. It turns out the guy in her family is prettier than a movie star."
Song Guanshu looked indifferent, but what he was thinking in his heart was that he should have come earlier to have dinner with Jiang Ling. To prevent some ignorant people from introducing someone to Jiang Ling.
The two of them walked together naturally. Jiang Ling was so angry that she reached out to pinch him, but he was wearing thick clothes, so she used a lot of strength but only pinched a small piece.
It didn't hurt at all, and Song Guanshu could still chat with her classmates without any expression on her face.
After finishing their meal, Jiang Ling pushed Song Guanshu to leave the cafeteria and said, "Go back to the library and read."
"Xiao Song just said that he would take us around the school. If you are in a hurry to read books, then find a chance later."
I just talked with Song Guanshu and learned that he is a graduate of Beicheng University. You students have not yet taken a serious look around the campus since you enrolled. It would be great if we could have a student who has lived here for a few years as a guide, and this guy was kind enough to offer this idea.
Song Guanshu ignored the hand pinching his waist and smiled, "Don't worry. It's not good for your health to sit down and read right after a meal. I was going to take a walk to help digest the food."
Why doesn't Jiang Ling believe this? When did Song Guanshu start to take care of his health?
I never thought about maintaining my health when I was taking drugs.
While others were admiring the ice lake, Jiang Ling secretly said this to Song Guanshu.
It was a rare moment when Song Guanshu's ears were hot. He glanced around and took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to him. He put his lips close to Jiang Ling's ear and whispered, "Since you care about my health so much, I won't eat anymore in the future."
His movements were swift, and they separated in an instant.
Jiang Ling reached out and hit him on the chest. Who cares about his health? It's just being sentimental.
Jiang Ling had visited the campus of North City University a long time ago. She really didn't understand what was interesting about such a school when everything was withering in November.
It’s so cold outside, why don’t you want to go back to the classroom to rest?
It was almost time for class when Jiang Ling successfully separated from Song Guanshu.
Song Guanshu also returned to the library satisfied.
He only needs to use a little trick and no one will introduce anyone to Jiang Ling anymore.
When they returned to the classroom, the classmates all praised Song Guanshu to Jiang Ling, saying that the young man was sweet-spoken and polite, and that he was just like one of their own children or nephews.
Listening to the free compliments coming from all around, all praising Song Guanshu, Jiang Ling seemed to have returned to the time when she had made her relationship with Song Guanshu public.
It seems like this person hasn't disguised himself for a while. I don't know what happened, but he started pretending again today.
This one said, "Jiang Ling, you have a very good eye. When you see something good, you should act immediately."
She had completely forgotten that last week she had told Jiang Ling that one should not get married too early and should be more selective.
The other one said, "Your Xiao Song is really good, he is reliable and patient, and most importantly, he treats you well."
Jiang Ling couldn't understand how these people could be sure that Song Guanshu was a reliable person after only spending a few hours together.
Although she didn't like going to school, Jiang Ling listened very carefully in class.
After class, a classmate came to Jiang Ling and said that her unit was recruiting, and if Jiang Ling was interested, she could help Jiang Ling sign up.
When we first entered school in September, we introduced ourselves. The content of the self-introduction included our name, age, and most importantly, the unit where we worked.
Before Jiang Ling could say anything, her deskmate had already agreed for her, "Okay, can the class monitor please sign up for the youngest one?"
Hong Hai was the eldest brother in the class, so he was elected as the class monitor.
After the monitor left, Jiang Ling's deskmate pulled her aside and whispered, "Our monitor works at the provincial grain reserve. That's a good place. You and Xiao Song should go and ask the monitor."
She winked at Jiang Ling, telling her not to be so silly, that it was definitely not just a simple question, but she had to bring gifts to her door.
Jiang Ling could understand this behavior, but she was unwilling to do it.
So after school, Jiang Ling found the class monitor and just asked about the time and place of the exam, said thank you to him, and that was it.
Before school was over, Song Guanshu was waiting for her in the corridor. As classmates came out of the classroom one after another, they all said to him, "Why don't you go in and wait for Jiang Ling? The corridor is so cold."
"It's okay, I'll just wait outside, don't disturb everyone's studies."
Jiang Ling was packing her schoolbag at her seat. Upon hearing this, she quickened her pace and stuffed all the books into the bag. She held the schoolbag in one hand and held the man she was chatting with in the other.
We have to leave quickly and don't embarrass her here.
When Jiang Ling pulled Song Guanshu, she didn't have to use any strength and the man followed her.
When he left, he did not forget to smile and apologize to the people behind him.
Jiang Ling's classmates laughed when they saw this scene.
She pulled him outside the teaching building and stopped, "Didn't we agree to wait for me outside?"
Song Guanshu looked at her innocently, "It's very cold outside."
Jiang Ling was helpless, "Then come later."
"You'll be cold if you wait outside."
Jiang Ling didn't care about this. "It's okay. I'm wearing thick clothes so I'm not afraid of the cold. It used to take at least half an hour to wait for Chen Xiangyang outside."
His voice was aggrieved, "Am I so shameful?"
This is not something shameful. Jiang Ling always feels that Song Guanshu's next step is to become an insider and integrate into their class.
But the thing hasn't happened yet, and it's not good for her to think like this about Song Guanshu.
Jiang Ling's voice softened a bit, "I was wrong, you can wait for me wherever you want in the future."
"My hands are frozen." He stretched out his hands, his fair and slender hands were frozen blue and purple.
Jiang Ling couldn't help but rub her temples. She was always causing trouble. "Put your frozen hands in your pockets. What can I do?"
Song Guanshu said confidently, "Your pocket is warm."
"We are both wearing the same clothes, so how come my pocket is warmer than yours? Is it possible that my cotton-padded jacket is filled with cotton and yours is filled with willow catkins?"
Song Guanshu didn't lie, he just looked at Jiang Ling eagerly.
Really scared of him, Jiang Ling asked him to put his hand in like she did in the morning, "Okay, okay." She shouldn't have felt sorry for him in the morning.
Xiao Shan in the basketball court saw a familiar figure from a distance. There was a man following the figure. He hesitated a little, but still ran over.
When I got closer, I saw that the two of them were sharing a pocket to keep warm.
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