Remember in one second [Jiujiu Novels Network
Xue Qingdai lowered her head to look at the wound on her chest. It was just some pink marks, which could not be seen without a careful look.
She said in a relaxed voice: "I'll go, maybe I have to wait a while."
Zhang Shuying: "Okay, I'm not in a hurry either."
Xue Qingdai pressed Xie Yan's face even tighter. It was all his fault.
Xie Yan's thin lips were covered by Xue Qingdai's hand. With just a slight movement, he seemed to lose all his strength.
His pair of black eyes stared at Xue Qingdai silently.
I felt a warm touch on my hands. This is what it feels like to sleep in the arms of my wife all night.
Xie Yan nodded slightly, feeling relieved.
The door was locked and the curtains were drawn.
Xue Qingdai placed her elbow on Xie Yan's side and shook her bare feet.
Xie Yanyi found a pair of white woolen socks as usual, and wore a set of half-worn clothes to the bathhouse, and kept a warm cotton jacket to wear when he returned, together with his military coat.
Xie Yan placed her usual shampoo and floral-scented soap in an enamel basin.
Xue Qingdai carried the bathing basket and mustered up the courage to go to the public bathhouse. She asked Xie Yan impatiently: "When the weather gets warmer, we don't have to bathe there anymore, right?"
Xue Qingdai wanted to withdraw her words as soon as she finished speaking, and curled her red lips back.
She'll run away as soon as she comes back.
No matter how bad the bathhouse is, it has nothing to do with her.
"No, except until summer." Xie Yan had a bottom line when it came to treating Xue Qingdai.
The bottom line is Dai Dai's health.
Okay, okay.
Fortunately she wasn't expecting it.
Xue Qingdai was still walking in front of Xie Yan in a rage. The bathhouse had been doing good business these days, as it was full of people who were about to finish their New Year holidays and were about to go back to work.
Seeing old customers coming and going, her signature fake smile is almost frozen on her face.
"Xiao Xue, come take a shower too? Your body is so white and tender, how can there be dust on it?"
Xue Qingdai's arms stiffened slightly. Last time she was said to be Tangyuan's sister, did it become a way of identification in vain?
"It's OK, it's OK. I like to be clean."
The other party looked a little embarrassed, as if she didn't compliment him to the point, so she asked bluntly: "Did you make the whitening cream your mother-in-law uses?"
Xue Qingdai laughed awkwardly. Aunt Shuying’s ability to promote products was really strong. She had just given me a can last night.
The publicity was released this morning.
It seemed that Aunt Shuying saw Xie Yan accompanying her, so she went to the bathhouse early and brought the bottle of face cream with her.
"It's for fun."
"Do you have any more goods on hand?"
Xue Qingdai looked embarrassed. "The cost is too high. I can't sell it. I have to see if there are many people who want it."
"I'll go ask Aunt Shuying first." Her smile was still forced.
Xue Qingdai didn't bite the bullet to death, but just waited for the big fat fish to take the bait. In her previous life, she only sold things to rich women because it was easy to make money from rich women.
Poor people don’t even bother to treat their illnesses in order to save money, let alone buy expensive skin care products.
The wool is still being taken from the rich.
She is a profiteer with principles.
Xie Yan acted like a qualified mute and removed the fallen leaves from Xue Qingdai's head.
Xue Qingdai looked at the slogan written in red on the wall, "Labor is the most glorious," and her memory was brought back to the present era.
Thinking that Xie Yan’s vacation time is almost over.
In the book, Xie Yan was sent to the northwest shortly after the new year.
In fact, Xie Yan’s position would not take him to such a remote place.
After all, Xie Yan was the son of a high-ranking official. In the past, those who went north went to the grain-rich Northeast, and those who went south went to the rich Jiangnan region.
But the problem happened that Xie Yan's leader got into trouble and she was forced to marry him in the book, so Xie Yan took her to the desolate northwest.
The Northwest is a great place for an ambitious heroine.
There are vast grasslands, countless beef and mutton, endless milk tea, various dairy products, cute little animals, and you can also go up the mountain to pick mushrooms. The picturesque scenery is like entering a fairy tale forest.
What's important is the mighty and majestic man galloping on the grassland~
Is Xue Qingdai going?
Of course not!
This was the country in the 1980s, and everything was in ruins. The local infrastructure was probably not as good as that in the village, and there might not even be electricity, not to mention the incomplete food provided.
I don’t know why she went to such lengths in the book to follow Xie Yan.
This kind of suffering...
Xie Yan likes to eat by himself.
She is the best at lying down. She can lie down instead of standing, stand instead of walking, and walk instead of running.
It is impossible to expose her delicate skin to the cold wind from the northwest while living in a damp and cold yurt or other leaky places.
Thinking of this, she looked at Xie Yan with some relief. A man who is destined to endure hardships, what courage!
Xie Yan kept looking at her, noticing this look, and touched his chin. He had shaved clean.
A rubber band and a key were put on Xue Qingdai's hand, with the locker number on the key.
Xie Yan was giving her instructions, and Xue Qingdai once thought that she was "going to school", even at the kindergarten level.
"If you are too busy to handle something, call my mom."
"The red cloth wrapped inside is your little clothes, and the body oil you applied recently is in the pocket of your cotton-padded jacket."
"The most important thing is to apply the anti-inflammatory ointment again."
Xie Yanti coughed lightly and said, "If you are shy, just apply it secretly. If you forget, I will come back and help you apply it."
Xue Qingdai waved her hands quickly. She didn't want to die anymore.
Xie Yan hung the towel around his neck and watched her disappear behind the curtain of the women's bathroom before leaving.
Still holding her pink slippers in her hand, he happened to see Aunt Niuzi's daughter-in-law whom he had met last time.
"Comrade Xiulan, I forgot to bring my partner's slippers. Can you help me bring them in? These shoes have just been brushed and are clean."
Xiulan had only seen the serious look of Zhang Shuying's military officer son, so this amiable man seemed like a completely different person to her.
When the future leadership team asked someone to do something for them, she naturally agreed.
"Okay, okay, it's just that I've always lived in the workers' dormitory and I've never seen your partner."
Xie Yan frowned. He couldn't have the nerve to say that his wife was the most beautiful.
He thought about how someone had said before that his wife was very white.
"Just find the whitest one among them. Her name is Xue Qingdai."
"Okay, I'm the most enthusiastic person!"
As she spoke, Xiulan was stunned holding the pair of smaller sandals. This feature was too subtle.
She handed over a dime to buy a shower ticket with some doubt, and then looked for the whitest person in the locker area filled with white mist.
She shouted in a loud voice: "Comrade Xue Qingdai, I brought you some sandals."
"Comrade Xue Qingdai, Comrade Xie Yan asked me to hand you your sandals."
"Everyone, please help look for a girl with fair skin."
Xue Qingdai was wearing the ill-fitting sandals handed to her by a neighbor, and she stood there with her hands and feet clumsily moving.
A new round of social death is coming.
She wanted to persuade herself to be more steady.
There are good people among the crowd, "Is it Zhang Shuying's daughter-in-law?"
"Just change clothes at locker number eight. Even a woman like me would envy that pair of white legs."
So, Xue Qingdai, who had just taken off her pants, silently covered her legs.
"I'm here. Thank you so much."
After taking a bath, Xue Qingdai had nothing to think about.
She wants to make trouble for Xie Yan.
A man stood next to Xie Yan, "My little girl will celebrate her 100th birthday tomorrow, Xie Yan, you have to go!"
"You're almost thirty years old, and you've never held a baby."
Xie Yan snorted inwardly, his old classmate was insulting people with every move, and he couldn't let these people know that he had a beautiful wife.
I envy them so much.
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