Chapter 56 Chapter 56 You asked me to take off my clothes, and...
Such an attractive body. Jiang Ling swallowed quietly and moved her fingers.
Song Guanshu's smiling voice sounded above her head, "Why don't you touch me? Are you afraid?"
Provocation is very effective for drunk people, "Who said I don't dare?"
Just a couple of touches, she won't lose any flesh.
Besides, I really want to touch it, the smooth lines, firm muscles, and the obvious mermaid line.
Jiang Ling slowly stretched out her hand. Her purpose was very obvious. Her target was the lumpy lower abdomen.
Song Guanshu held his breath, his fingers curled slightly.
Suddenly, there was a sound of a door being pushed open, and Chen Xiangyang, who had just been settled by him, shouted, "I'm so thirsty, Brother Song, where is the water?"
Drunk people all want to drink water very much, and Chen Xiangyang is no exception.
He was placed in a strange place to sleep. The only thing he had left was the consciousness that this was not his home, and he also knew where to find water when he was thirsty.
There were two drunkards in the room, and neither of them heard the usually polite and gentle Song Guanshu curse in a low voice.
He quickly put on his shirt and said to Jiang Ling, "Wait for me, I'll be back soon."
He poured a bowl of cold water for Chen Xiangyang and handed it to him, fearing that he would come over to disturb him again.
Song Guanshu even took a ladle of cold water and asked him to take it to the west wing.
Chen Xiangyang didn't know that he was being disliked, and happily went back with the water scoop.
When Song Guanshu locked the door and thought of going back to see Jiang Ling, she had already fallen asleep on the kang.
There was no pillow or quilt under me, and I didn't feel uncomfortable. I just fell asleep without any care in my heart.
Song Guanshu, who has always been known for his good manners, now only wanted to rush into the west wing, drag out the culprit and beat him up.
Thinking of Chen Xiangyang being drunk and thirsty, Song Guanshu poured a glass of warm water and brought it to Jiang Ling's mouth, "Jiang Ling, Jiang Ling, are you thirsty? Get up and drink some water."
Jiang Ling was groggy and not completely asleep. She was indeed very thirsty. She opened her mouth and drank warm water in small sips under his care.
Chen Xiangyang, who was drinking cold water in the west wing:? ? ?
Jiang Ling was so drunk that she obviously couldn't take a bath, and Song Guanshu couldn't help her.
Wet a washcloth with warm water and gently rub it over her face and neck.
It felt great to be served. Jiang Ling cooperated very well and moved her face closer to him for him to wipe. After that, she stretched out her neck and arms.
Song Guanshu worked tirelessly to wipe her exposed skin, and Jiang Ling was an obedient drunkard.
Reach out when you should, and stick your head out when you should.
She was a drunk, and no matter how well-behaved he was, sometimes his movements were inevitably too big, causing him to accidentally touch the white and plump breasts of hers.
Song Guanshu looked deep in thought and frowned as he pulled up the collar that had slipped off his shoulders.
After spreading the bedding on the kang and wanting Jiang Ling to lie down on it, he was in trouble again.
Jiang Ling is wearing an outer coat and trousers, so are we just going to let her lie in the bed like this?
Very dirty.
But if she is not allowed to lie down like this, what else can she do? Will Jiang Ling change into her pajamas by herself?
Or did he help her change it?
"Jiang Ling, don't fall asleep yet. Get up and change into your pajamas before going to bed."
"oh."
Drunk Jiang Ling didn't treat Song Guanshu as a man. She lifted her clothes and was about to lift them up. Song Guanshu had already seen her small belly button, and above that was...
He held down her hand as she tried to move it upwards.
Jiang Ling's eyes were full of confusion, as if asking: Didn't you ask me to take it off?
Song Guanshu found her pajamas and put them aside. "After taking off your clothes, put on your pajamas, okay?" he said patiently.
Jiang Ling pushed him and thought he was really nagging. She was not stupid, so how could she not know how to get dressed?
Song Guanshu smiled and rubbed the top of her head, still quite angry.
He turned his back and asked Jiang Ling to change her clothes. "Tell me after you change your clothes, okay?"
An impatient "hmm" came from behind.
There was a rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other, and then Jiang Ling said, "I'm done."
I really underestimated her. There was nothing wrong with her pajamas.
"Okay, go to bed and sleep." He said in a coaxing tone.
Jiang Ling crawled into bed, pulled up the quilt and fell into a deep sleep.
She had a peaceful face as she slept, the shadow of her eyelashes casting a small fan on her face, she looked incredibly well-behaved.
As if venting his anger, Song Guanshu rubbed her face again and again.
The result of a hangover is that you wake up the next day with a headache, sore throat, and general discomfort.
Song Guanshu poured a glass of warm water for the person on the kang and said, "You should stop drinking alcohol in the future."
It's good to have him around. If he wasn't around, Jiang Ling might do something out of the ordinary.
Why didn't Song Guanshu let her drink? Did she have bad drinking habits after getting drunk?
"I didn't do anything out of line after I got drunk, right?" Jiang Ling asked uncertainly. Her memory of what happened last night was very vague.
Doesn't she remember? That's fine.
Song Guanshu lowered his eyebrows and said, "You asked me to take off my clothes and you also wanted to touch me. If I didn't let you touch me, you would make trouble."
Jiang Ling:! ! !
No way, she is such a beast when she is drunk.
Thinking back carefully, some turbulent images did appear in my mind.
Jiang Ling was frightened and panicked, "I, I, I..." She was such a piece of shit.
Song Guanshu just looked at Jiang Ling quietly. He had just woken up and was not very sober yet, when he received a bombshell piece of news.
"Did I touch it?"
Jiang Ling sighed with relief. She had no memory of this at all. She just touched him like that and had to take the blame for her drunken self. That would be too much of a loss.
Song Guanshu had been following Jiang Ling's expression the whole time, so he naturally did not miss her sigh of relief.
You really don't want to touch him?
Song Guanshu looked depressed, and his bad mood continued until Chen Xiangyang got up and came to beg for food.
"Is there anything to eat? I'm so hungry!"
He would never forget that it was Chen Xiangyang who ruined his good deeds yesterday. If he hadn't come over to ask for water, Jiang Ling would have touched him.
Chen Xiangyang was frightened by his eyes, "Brother, why are you looking at me like that? I thought I robbed your money."
"There are leftovers from last night in the cupboard. Go heat them up. There are eggs in the basket. Jiang Ling likes to eat runny fried eggs in the morning."
Chen Xiangyang just said "oh" twice in a daze and then did the work according to his instructions.
However, he could barely heat up the food, but not any more.
He thought of three people, one fried egg for each person, and then three burnt eggs came out of the pan.
So today's breakfast was a bowl of rice porridge for each person and the leftovers from last night. Chen Xiangyang had three black fried eggs and Jiang Ling had a golden fried egg.
Chen Xiangyang originally thought that he was a good cook and was good at making fried eggs.
When he saw the golden fried eggs in front of Jiang Ling, he almost drooled.
“This should be delicious.”
Jiang Ling nodded, "Of course it's delicious. Why is your fried egg black?"
Of course she knew that the three black fried eggs were Chen Xiangyang's masterpiece. She had heard the conversation between Song Guanshu and Chen Xiangyang in the kitchen just now in the bedroom.
Chen Xiangyang took a bite of the mushy fried egg angrily, "I just love mushy eggs."
Jiang Ling praised his toughness, "It's good, it's different."
The Mid-Autumn Festival holiday had not yet passed, and Tong Wanyue, who had just met a few days ago, brought the police from Xihe Police Station to give Jiang Ling a bonus and a banner.
This was what she had fought for Jiang Ling at work, and it was also what Jiang Ling deserved for helping to bravely capture the criminal. If it weren't for Jiang Ling and Ding Yan's help, Tong Wanyue would probably have been buried in the Martyrs' Cemetery now, and the lives and property of other people would have been harmed.
If she doesn't mention it, her colleagues at work won't take the initiative to give it.
Tong Wanyue and the other two police officers held banners and walked from the police station to Jiang Ling's home, attracting countless eyes along the way.
Many people spontaneously followed her, trying to find out what was going on.
Jiang Ling never thought that Tong Wanyue would actually do this to her.
It was such a surprise. There was a bonus, a banner, and a lot of people watching. It satisfied Jiang Ling's need for money and her vanity.
Tong Wanyue was wearing a fitted uniform. She was very dazzling at work, but she also looked aloof, which was completely different from her easy-going self in private.
"Wan... Public Security Tong, this is what I should do." Jiang Ling's eyes sparkled. "The public security officers are risking their lives to protect the lives and property of the people. Ordinary people should cooperate with your work. This is not only for you, but also for ourselves."
That was really well said. Tong Wanyue felt a surge of pride in her heart, a sense of pride that her daughter had grown up.
In public, Tong Wanyue resisted the urge to rub her head.
She was the first to applaud. "Well said. Comrade Jiang Ling's awareness is worth learning from. At the same time, we also hope that such vicious cases will not happen again. We hope that everyone and their families can stay away from gambling and learn from this..."
After seeing off Tong Wanyue and the neighbors who came to watch the fun, Jiang Ling counted the bonuses in the envelope. There were ten in total.
She waved the money in her hand and said, "We have money again, let's go to a restaurant!"
Song Guanshu solemnly hung the silk banner on the wall that could be seen as soon as he entered the door, "Okay, let's go to a restaurant and celebrate for the little hero who bravely stood up for justice."
Jiang Ling felt a little embarrassed by his undisguised praise.
Ding Yan also received a banner and a bonus. For someone of her status, the banner is far more important than the bonus.
Although her original motivation for helping was not for the so-called honor, she felt that what she and Jiang Ling did was worthy of the title of being a hero.
The house that Ding Yan's ex-husband got was not taken back just because he passed away. It was after Ding Yan remarried that she felt it was not good to live with her current husband in the house that her ex-husband got, so she returned the house to the organization.
At the same time, Ding Yan's own unit allocated her a small two-bedroom apartment, which was certainly incomparable to her original house, but far better than that of other people of her generation.
The neighbors in the government housing estate were not as keen on joining in the fun as those in the steel plant. Everyone was concerned about their reputation and were reserved. Only a few neighbors who had a good relationship with Ding Yan came over to watch.
"Oh, you are so brave to subdue the murderer."
"Hey, don't we have two young girls to help us? Otherwise, with my old arms and legs, there's no way I can beat the gangster with a kitchen knife."
"Wow, the other party is holding a kitchen knife. You are so brave."
Everyone is gossipy, no matter what their identity or occupation.
When the neighbors heard that a kitchen knife was also used, they pulled Ding Yan aside to ask about the details and why the murderer used a knife.
How would Ding Yan know this? She looked at Tong Wanyue.
This was not the first time Tong Wanyue had introduced this matter. When she explained the cause and effect of the incident, everyone's reaction was the same as Jiang Ling's, "Could that person have suddenly gone insane?"
"He's crazy, but he knows he should use the knife to cut others, not himself." Ding Yan sneered, "But, did you send him for a checkup? Is he crazy?"
"He couldn't be saved. He lost too much blood."
"The two shots you shot at his legs weren't fatal, so how could he die?"
The police officer who came with Tong Wanyue to present the banner said, "Sister, you remembered it wrongly. It was not Instructor Tong who shot the criminal, but another police officer Yang from our police station."
Ding Yan is in her forties and she always feels that she is still very young, let alone old and confused. How could she remember such a thing wrong?
She remembered very clearly that when the murderer tried to run away, another police officer fired two shots but failed to hit him.
Tong Wanyue chased after the murderer despite the blood on her body. She fired two bullets and hit the murderer before she fainted with relief.
She saw all this with her own eyes, how could she remember it wrong?
"If I remember correctly, it was Public Security Tong who shot him."
Tong Wanyue shook her head at Ding Yan and told her not to say anything more.
Jiang Ling went to work in the factory and the house became quiet again. When Song Guanshu was alone at home, he usually read books or did small experiments.
In the middle of the morning, an uninvited guest came to the house.
The middle-aged man in a suit and tie extended his hand to him, "Hello, Comrade Song Guanshu, I am Li Gui."
Song Guanshu nodded slightly, "Deputy Director Li, what can I do for you?"
Not shaking hands with him was quite disrespectful, but Li Gui was not annoyed. In his opinion, it was normal for capable people to have strange tempers.
He took his hand back without embarrassment, "I came to your house today to discuss something with you."
He glanced at the book Song Guanshu was reading and said, "I heard that Technician Song was fired from the factory some time ago and is now unemployed at home."
Song Guanshu smiled, but the smile was cold and heartless. "If you have something to say, please speak directly."
Li Gui was choked for a moment. Comrade Song Guanshu was not as easy to talk to as the rumors said!
"I came to your house today to see you. I am not representing the factory, but myself."
Song Guanshu: "Private matter."
Li Gui nodded, "It's a private matter, indeed."
"Since Technician Song is a straightforward person, I won't beat around the bush. I know you are a capable person. I wonder what your plans are for your future career."
"You just said, don't beat around the bush, just speak your mind."
Li Gui: ......
He prepared a lot of polite words in order to convince Song Guanshu, but Song Guanshu was not given the opportunity to express his views and was repeatedly asked to cut down on the content of the conversation.
He had to tell you the purpose of his visit, "I want to cooperate with you to set up a daily chemical factory."
"Why did Secretary Li come to see me?"
Li Gui smiled politely, "Of course it's because you are a talent, you have the ability, the core of the factory is technical talents, and you are an indispensable technical talent."
Under those eyes that could see through everything, Li Gui gave up being polite and said directly, "I know that you are the real developer of the new shampoo of the daily chemical factory. You don't have to rush to refuse. I have no intention of reporting you to the factory or other departments. I just think that the shampoo you developed before is very effective and far better than the shampoo on the market."
"You can develop such a good shampoo. You will definitely be able to develop other products in the future. I believe in your talent."
"Technician Song is capable. I believe that even if you leave Beichang Daily Chemical Factory, whether you go to a foreign-funded enterprise or another state-owned daily chemical factory, you will still be able to find a place for yourself and have no worries about making a living. However, as a technician, a salary of a few hundred yuan a month is already the limit."
"You've seen that those people who have gone into business are making a lot of money now. They can earn more in a month than they would in their entire lifetime working in a factory. Aren't you tempted?"
Song Guanshu was naturally not tempted, he didn't have any ideas.
But Li Gui said, "Don't you want your wife, children, parents and relatives to live in a big house and have a car to pick them up when they go out..."
His usually calm eyes flickered, and he asked, "Then why did I choose you as my partner?"
To ask this question, it is obvious that you are halfway moved.
Li Gui boasted about himself, "I joined the Light Industry Bureau right after graduation. If it weren't for the fact that the leader's child needed a lackey, I would have continued to work in the bureau. I am very familiar with the relationships between superiors and subordinates and the approval process. Believe me, you won't find a partner with more advantages than me."
Li Gui had such connections that even if he just found someone to set up a factory, the connections and experience he had accumulated in the first half of his life would be enough for him to make his first pot of gold by opening a factory.
It's just that he is a person who pursues perfection in everything he does. If he wants to do something, he must do it to the best of his ability.
Do things that are worthy of your conscience and run a business that is worthy of your conscience.
When Jiang Ling returned home, Li Gui had just left.
They all worked in the same factory and saw each other every day. Jiang Ling recognized that this was someone close to Zhao Guangping.
After he left, Jiang Ling asked, "Isn't this someone close to the new factory manager? Why did he come to see you? Do you want you to go back to work?"
It’s not impossible for her to go back to the factory to work. She has been going to and from get off work alone these days and it’s very boring on the way.
"But the compensation cannot be returned. I don't know how long the daily chemical factory can survive. Maybe the wages paid are not enough to cover your compensation."
Song Guanshu did not answer her, but suddenly asked, "Is the food at the restaurant that Ding Yan took you to last time delicious?"
"Of course it's delicious." It's so expensive, how could it not taste good?
He chuckled and said, "We'll go eat together later."
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