Chapter 120 The couple slept in separate rooms (2)
Song Qingqian saw clearly the step He Donglai took back.
Her pupils shrank slightly and rapidly.
The corners of the eyes that had been slightly drooping on that beautiful face quickly rose again.
The doubt and confusion in Song Qingqian's eyes disappeared.
In a split second.
She turned back into the arrogant young lady who always looked down on others.
She held her chin high, and no one could break the wings of her self-esteem.
Song Qingqian's hands hung behind her, her fingers tightly clenched around the pencil.
Beneath the seemingly calm surface.
Her fingers clenched so tightly that she nearly broke the pencil.
Not sure if it was because of the force she exerted, or the uneasiness in her heart, but Song Qingqian's fingertips tightly gripping the pencil were trembling slightly.
He Donglai could not see these subtle physical reactions of Song Qingqian.
But he still noticed the sudden change in Song Qingqian's expression.
His wife, who had always been a stranger to him, unexpectedly waited for him today and even took the initiative to talk to him, but... he messed it up.
Even He Donglai's genius mind could not describe the regret he felt at this moment.
He could only try to explain, speaking quickly.
"I am dirty and smelly."
Even so.
He Donglai still did not tell the truth.
His eyes glanced quickly to the lower left corner, then turned back quickly and continued to fall on Song Qingqian.
This is a psychological lying response.
The biggest problem with He Donglai is not dirt, but danger.
Today, soldiers performing a mine-clearing operation dug up a bomb they had never seen before in a forest.
Suddenly everyone was so frightened that they dared not move.
Someone was sent immediately to invite He Donglai over in a hurry.
After He Dong arrived at the scene, he took a look at the appearance and structure of the bomb and immediately ordered the soldiers to evacuate.
That was no ordinary bomb.
It was a biological weapon bomb.
The bomb was not filled with ordinary gunpowder, but with harmful chemical raw materials that no one knew about.
It could even be plague, pestilence, smallpox, or other disease viruses.
Even if the bomb is dismantled, without the corresponding chemical and pathological experts, it will be impossible to know what it is.
But the bomb had been found and dug out, and the shock had already occurred.
He Donglai would never leave the bomb in the woods.
If the bomb was partially damaged or leaked, the harmful viral components would have likely affected the soil and water sources on the island.
Soil and water are closely related to everyone's life.
So He Donglai had to take the risk and dismantle the external structure of the bomb first, and then check the internal situation to ensure that the virus in the bomb was not damaged.
This busyness lasted the entire day.
On the way back just now, He Donglai's eyes and brain were aching from overuse.
It was only after seeing the lights on that I suddenly became alert.
Because of what happened during the day, He Donglai couldn't be sure whether there were any harmful chemical residues on his body.
In this case.
How could he let Song Qingqian get close to him?
Not to mention touching his clothes, even getting too close and smelling his scent could be bacterial residues.
If He Donglai wasn't really reluctant, he would have wanted to retreat out of the house.
I should have known this earlier.
He would definitely wash himself clean in the military camp's bathhouse before coming back.
He Donglai gritted his teeth in annoyance.
Song Qingqian listened to He Donglai's explanation with a cold face and no reaction.
It's hard to tell whether she believes it or not.
At that moment, her eyes swept back and forth over the military uniform that He Donglai was wearing.
She noticed that the collar of He Donglai's white shirt was fuzzy, and there were small holes on his sleeves that looked like they were burned by flames, and his trousers were actually a little too short.
Even though He Donglai's rank was not high enough, he was still a company commander.
Isn't there even a suitable military uniform?
As Song Qingqian watched, her thin eyebrows wrinkled together.
He Donglai stood there anxiously.
When Song Qingqian was staring at him, his heart began to beat rapidly in his chest.
Before I could feel happy for a moment, I saw Song Qingqian's annoyed and frowning look.
Could it be that she saw through his lies?
Maybe he was hated...
The "phantom" tail behind He Donglai rose high and then drooped down in dejection.
It was just a change in Song Qingqian's expression.
Because of her living environment since childhood and her later choice of profession, Song Qingqian pays special attention to her dressing.
Not only herself, but also the people around her.
A situation like He Donglai's, where her pants are too short, is really driving her obsessive-compulsive disorder crazy.
Song Qingqian forced her gaze away from He Donglai's military pants and back to the man's face.
He Donglai has a gentle yet heroic face, and his height proportions are perfect.
If he changes to a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and wears a custom-made suit by an old tailor in Shanghai, he will definitely be a noble young man in the foreign land.
But now...
It’s barely not ugly.
Song Qingqian is still obsessed with looks after all.
as well as……
She never forgot the guess in her heart from beginning to end.
Did He Donglai give up his bright future just to marry her?
Following He Donglai's step back just now, Song Qingqian no longer had the courage to ask again.
The room fell into an eerie silence.
Song Qingqian was still the one who broke the silence.
"That one is for you. Thank you for the Qingtuan you brought earlier. This is my return gift."
Talking.
Song Qingqian pointed to a silver lunch box on the table.
He Donglai looked in the direction of her finger and saw the silver lunch box, but he didn't know what was inside.
It was not convenient for him to walk there.
So I could only nod.
"Okay, thank you."
A polite return gift.
A polite thank you.
This couple is so unfamiliar that they can't even be considered friends.
Probably... a tenant under the same roof?
Song Qingqian finished speaking and looked away.
She no longer looked at He Donglai, but put away the letter paper and pencil she had scribbled on.
After tidying it up, hold it to your chest.
Then she turned and went back to her room.
Song Qingqian's room is on the right.
She walked over silently without saying another word and closed the door gently.
This night.
He Donglai and Song Qingqian's brief contact as husband and wife ended just like that.