Chapter 108: A Kiss of Reassurance (2)

Zhou Chongshan looked at Jiang Rou and nodded slightly.

He lowered his head and kissed her.

Own those soft red lips.

The dim light in front of Jiang Rou was blocked by the man's tall figure.

She was trapped in the darkness surrounded by Zhou Chongshan, but she was not afraid at all.

On the contrary, I feel extra reassuring.

Jiang Rouqing couldn't help but open her mouth slightly.

The man's deep kiss turned into an entanglement between the two of them.

Jiang Rou's fingers once again nervously grasped Zhou Chongshan's military uniform, and her fingertips turned pink due to the force.

Compared with the previous moment, her mood at this moment was completely different.

Probably just out of shame.

She could still smell the faint smell of gunpowder, but more of it was the endless heat coming from Zhou Chongshan's body.

This man exists vividly, with a strong and stubborn vitality.

The wars that had taken his life had not taken his life, and the same would certainly be true for the rest of his life.

…

Jiang Rou didn't know when Zhou Chongshan carried her to the bed and tucked her into the quilt.

Since the couple and their two children slept separately, the whole bed seemed very large.

Zhou Chongshan lingered for the last time and took another peck.

"Wife, I'm going to take a shower, wait for me."

The man stood up, his tall figure turned off the lights first, then walked out of the room and strode to take a shower.

Jiang Rou lay in the quilt, surrounded by darkness, which just covered up her flushed body.

now.

She also heard the thumping of her heart in her chest.

This night, the spring scenery is long.

…

The next day.

"Xiaochuan, you stay at home and take care of my sister. I'm going to go out for a while. You guys play in the yard. If you have anything else, go find the aunt next door. I'll be back soon."

"I see."

After giving some instructions, Jiang Rou entrusted Zhou Xiaohua to Zhou Xiaochuan and went out carrying a bamboo basket.

The basket contained the other half of the sesame duck that she had specially kept yesterday.

It's finally time to do its job.

After a while.

Jiang Rou has already arrived at the door of Song Qingqian's house.

Still in the same position as before.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door.

Boom boom boom.

Boom boom boom.

This time, Jiang Rou believed that she wouldn’t have to wait long before Song Qingqian would come to open the door.

Because Song Qingqian knew that if other people wanted to look for her, they would not knock on the door, but would first look for He Donglai and then ask He Donglai to convey the message.

The only person who came to their house and knocked on the door during these days was Jiang Rou.

And Jiang Rou is a person who doesn't know how to give up.

Last time, Song Qingqian didn’t open the door for such a long time, and Jiang Rou kept waiting.

Now she knew that Song Qingqian had been in the room the whole time and would not leave until she saw him.

She would knock, knock, knock...

Song Qingqian has already experienced Jiang Rou's perseverance.

In order to end this undisputed confrontation as soon as possible, she should go and open the door earlier.

and……

The green rice dumplings that He Donglai brought home last time.

Song Qingqian knew that it was Jiang Rou who did it.

No one else got any, except He Donglai, who got an extra copy for him to take home.

Thinking of Qingtuan...

Thinking of Jiang Rou's friendly smile...

This time, Song Qingqian opened the door much faster than last time.

With a creaking sound.

The wooden door opened.

Jiang Rou's figure appeared in front of Song Qingqian, along with a gentle smile that did not contain any aggression.

When Jiang Rou saw her, she looked at her the same way as she did to everyone else in the compound.

It seems like I haven't heard of the rumors about her.

It seems like he doesn't know her identity.

It seemed as if she didn't understand why the other people in the compound excluded and isolated her.

If Jiang Rou associates with her, isn't she afraid that others will treat her as a remnant of the capitalists and isolate and exclude her?

Song Qingqian opened the door with doubts.

She looked at Jiang Rou, her eyes still arrogant.

Ever since the Song family incident, she hadn't met anyone who wanted to get so close to her in such a long time.

Song Qingqian is like a hedgehog covered with thorns, rejecting everyone's kindness.

"Why you again?"

Song Qingqian frowned, as if complaining in annoyance.

But the next second.

Song Qingqian's eyes changed inexplicably, as if something flashed across them quickly.

It's an alluring scent.

Very familiar.

Very delicious.

Song Qingqian tensed her expression, but her nose couldn't help but move.

It seems to be... Wenzhou sesame oil duck!

Song Qingqian's expression was slightly shaken.

You should know that her family’s previous chefs couldn’t make this dish well, so they had to buy it from sesame oil duck shops.

How could Jiang Rou, such a young girl, have such skills?

When Song Qingqian couldn't believe it.

Jiang Rou spoke straight to the point.

"I heard from Sister Yulan that you graduated from the Fashion Academy and can make clothes. I want to learn how to make clothes from you. This is my apprenticeship gift."

Talking.

Jiang Rou took out the Wenzhou sesame oil duck that she had been holding in her hand.

Song Qingqian's eyes moved, and he lowered his eyes to look into the basket.

I actually saw the delicious duck.

She was distracted for a moment.

As if in a trance, I returned to the villa in Shanghai.

And she is still in her warm home.

Memories and scents intertwined.

But the salty smell in the sea breeze immediately brought her back to reality.

She was no longer the daughter of a department store, but had become a capitalist lady that was looked down upon by everyone.

She no longer had a luxurious villa or a large family, but only a small house on the island.

Song Qingqian was in a trance, and then frowned deeply.

She refused. "I don't--"

"I've been carrying it all the way, my hands are sore, let's go inside and talk."

Jiang Rou pretended not to notice Song Qingqian's refusal, holding the fragrant duck in her hand, interrupted Song Qingqian before he could say anything, and walked straight inside.

The aroma of sesame oil duck is not only tempting, but also stirs up too many repressed emotions in Song Qingqian.

This caused Song Qingqian to lose focus again and again.

When she came back to her senses, Jiang Rou was already walking in the yard that she had carefully taken care of.

This time, Jiang Rou finally entered Song Qingqian's home.

She saw it more clearly.

There is not only a cobblestone path in the yard, but also a rose planted in a broken clay pot beside the path.

The pale pink roses are blooming beautifully.

All of this belongs only to Song Qingqian's little world.

She was excluded by everyone, but in her own little world, she was blooming just like this rose.

How could anyone not like such a beautiful and stubborn person?

…

Jiang Rou saw everything.

Walked into the house.

Song Qingqian was still in a trance.

The millet was like this last time, and the sesame oil duck is like this this time.

She wanted to reject Jiang Rou again and again, but in the end, for some reason, the words came to her lips but she couldn't say them.

Jiang Rou controlled him every time.

Like a cat with its neck pinched.

She really couldn't do anything about Jiang Rou.

At this moment, Song Qingqian still naively thought that Jiang Rou had taken control of her.

But in reality.

This seemingly helpless compromise is actually her yearning for the world around her.

Song Qingqian was waiting for someone to take her out of the yard.