Chapter 119: Husband and wife sleep in separate rooms (1) [Added]
"How is that possible? You are from the same army, comrades-in-arms, and friends. It is normal for you to interact with each other—"
Jiang Rou's answer came out of her mouth.
When the words fell.
Jiang Rou suddenly understood.
So she stopped talking halfway through.
When Zhou Chongshan saw this, he knew that Jiang Rou’s smart brain had already understood.
He said in a deep voice, "Wife, what's the difference between Captain He and Captain He's lover?"
If Zhou Chongshan really wanted to avoid danger, he would not become friends with He Donglai.
He can interact with He Dong.
Then why can't Jiang Rou interact with Song Qingqian?
They are all from the same compound, so what's the difference between that and the same military camp as them?
The equivalent conversion in Zhou Chongshan's mind is so direct, simple and straightforward.
When most people think about this question, they may think in many ways and at multiple levels.
But Zhou Chongshan is such a decisive man.
At the same time...
"Wife, we are husband and wife, we are one. There is no such a distinction between you influencing me and me influencing you. You will definitely support me in what I want to do. I will also support you in what you want to do. I want to be your support."
——I want to be your support!
Zhou Chongshan used the calmest tone to say the most powerful words.
He confessed to Jiang Rou everything he believed in about the relationship between husband and wife.
This moment.
Jiang Rou seemed to see into Zhou Chongshan's heart, and she held the hot red blood in front of him.
"Honey, you're so good to me."
Jiang Rou's mood turned into flowing stream.
She hugged Zhou Chongshan tightly, her hands against his chest.
The sound of a heartbeat.
The two were almost in sync.
At this moment, they were even more intimate than when they were touching at a negative distance.
She promised.
"Chongshan, I will definitely learn how to make clothes from Song Qingqian. Just wait and wear the new clothes I make for you."
"Okay, I'm looking forward to it, but don't be too strenuous, just take your time. Wife, go to sleep."
Zhou Chongshan spoke in a low voice, with the corners of his mouth raised high on his resolute face.
This night.
The dream was filled with the sweet scent of Jiang Rou.
…
Same late night.
There was a creaking sound.
The wooden door was pushed open and then closed again.
A tall man blended into the darkness and walked into the yard with a cobblestone path.
He Donglai saw a faint light, which actually came from the house.
His eyes were stunned, and the glasses on his nose reflected a ray of light.
Right after.
His footsteps towards the house became slightly faster.
After entering the house.
The light was on in the house.
Under the light, there is a slender and graceful figure.
Her long hair was tied behind her head, and she was wearing a light-colored long skirt. She was leaning forward slightly with her head lowered.
Song Qingqian was working at the desk, holding a pencil and a piece of letter paper in his hand.
The pencil slid across the paper, making a rustling sound.
She was painting something.
He Donglai couldn't see the content, but he could tell that Song Qingqian was very focused.
I was so focused that I didn't hear him come in.
He Donglai just stood quietly at the door, staring silently, without saying a word for a long time.
They were husband and wife and lived in the same house, but he hadn't seen Song Qingqian for quite a while.
He Donglai would go to the mine-clearing site during the day to instruct and supervise the soldiers in carrying out mine-clearing operations.
In the evening, the military organized a study session.
Let him be a teacher to train talents who can carry out mine clearance operations and let them know more about different mines and different bombs.
So that when He Donglai is too busy to leave, there will be someone to continue the task.
From day to night, He Donglai almost took root in the military camp.
In fact, he could sleep directly in the office, which had a folding bed and a military blanket, so his living conditions were not bad.
But He Donglai had a little expectation in his heart.
No matter how late it is every night, he still has to go home.
But……
The room was always pitch dark.
He came back late and Song Qingqian had already gone to bed, so the two of them didn't get to see each other at all.
Although they didn't talk much when they met before.
But it's better to see it than not to see it.
He Donglai's expectations are so humble and small.
Tonight, it happened unexpectedly.
Behind the glass, the man's eyes were passionate and focused, and he just stared at Song Qingqian silently.
He Donglai only looked at Song Qingqian's profile and couldn't see her face.
But in my mind, I was picturing those thin and long red phoenix eyes.
No matter what time it is, she will always be full of charm and elegance.
It looks like a little hook that hooks people.
He Donglai's thoughts wandered.
In the room, the rustling sound of pencils slowly stopped.
Song Qingqian was examining the pattern on the letter paper when she suddenly noticed a black shadow beside her.
She turned around and saw He Donglai standing at the door.
The couple looked at each other and were both shocked at the surprise on each other's faces.
In this kind of surprise, there was also a sense of unfamiliarity and confusion.
Right after.
The two pretended nothing happened.
He concealed all the expressions on his face, looking calm and composed.
"You're back."
"I'm back."
They both spoke at the same time, their voices overlapping.
This sound caused another moment of embarrassment.
The room fell into silence once again.
Song Qingqian bit her lower lip.
She didn't know why, but every time she talked to He Donglai, it always turned out like this.
While Song Qingqian was feeling distressed, He Donglai was feeling ecstatic.
She talked to me!
Not only did I meet Song Qingqian today, but Song Qingqian even took the initiative to speak.
If He Donglai were a dog, his tail would be wagging in excitement, leaving a shadow, and he would be happier than seeing a bone.
But He Donglai is not.
There is no fluffy and soft tail behind him that can swing left and right.
All Song Qingqian could see was He Donglai's indifferent expression and the cold light reflected by his glass glasses.
Usually at this time.
Song Qingqian would definitely turn around and leave without saying a word to He Donglai.
They were clearly living under the same roof, yet they were two strangers.
But today.
Song Qingqian heard so many things.
She waited for so long just to confirm the truth from He Donglai.
In silence.
She hesitated, struggled, and struggled.
Finally.
Song Qingqian stood up from the chair and took a step towards He Donglai.
"you……"
Just about to speak.
When Song Qingqian saw He Donglai, he actually took a step back.
Her voice suddenly stopped.
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Song Qingqian x He Donglai: The arrogant lady x the humble big dog
[Daily life of young couple]
Song Qingqian: He married me to take revenge on me.
He Donglai: What a pity! Today is another day that I didn’t see my wife.