Jiang Zhiling quietly moved her hand under the cashier counter. There was an iron rod there, which she had put there before for emergencies.
Holding the iron rod, Jiang Zhiling was about to pull it out when a thin figure appeared in her sight.
"Song Chen?" Jiang Zhiling was confused.
Song Chen stood in front of the cashier, standing straight: "Dad, please tell me before you leave that I will pick you up at night."
Jiang Zhining blinked blankly. She didn't expect that the person coming was actually him.
Looking out the window at the dark night, Jiang Zhiling smiled slightly: "Okay, I'll take care of it then."
With that said, Jiang Zhiling quickly put the account book in the drawer, locked it, and put the cleared money into her bag.
Then she walked to him and said, "Let's go."
Song Chen didn't say anything, just handed her another flashlight and walked away first.
Locking the door of the small workshop, Jiang Zhiling walked behind him.
"Aren't you afraid of a sneak attack from behind?" Jiang Zhining asked jokingly.
"You won't." Song Chen responded calmly.
Hearing this, Jiang Zhiling raised her eyebrows: "So you believe me?"
Song Shen did not speak.
Looking at his look, Jiang Zhiling smiled and put her hand on his shoulder: "I'm worthy of your trust."
Feeling the weight on his shoulders, Song Chen turned away and looked elsewhere.
It was late at night, and there were only a few people walking on the road.
Jiang Zhiling was so beautiful that every time a man walked by her, he would take a second look.
Some of the looks made her uncomfortable.
Although Song Chen is only ten years old, his whole body exudes a violent energy.
Even if some people had ill intentions towards Jiang Zhiling, they still gave up their thoughts silently when they saw Song Chen's appearance.
Looking at Song Chen who was walking in front of her expressionlessly, Jiang Zhiling actually felt at ease.
When the two returned home, Song Ye and Xixi were already asleep.
Before she could say thank you, Song Chen had already turned around and returned to the house.
"This child is actually not as difficult to get along with as I thought." Jiang Zhining murmured.
What happened in the past two days has solved some of Song Chen's knots.
But it will take some time for him to fully open his heart.
Back in the room, Jiang Zhiling took a shower and put on her pajamas.
It was unspeakably hot tonight. Jiang Zhiling opened the window to cool down, but mosquitoes kept buzzing in her ears, making it difficult for her to fall asleep.
While she was half asleep and half awake, the door seemed to be pushed open.
The wind blew, and Jiang Zhiling opened her eyes in a daze, only to see a dark figure standing beside the bed.
Jiang Zhiling suddenly woke up with a startle. Just as she was about to scream, she saw a broad hand quickly cover her mouth.
"Don't scream, it's me." A deep and mellow voice sounded in the silent night.
Hearing this familiar voice, Jiang Zhining was stunned and slowly took off the hand covering her mouth: "Yu Zhou?"
"Um."
Song Yuzhou lit the lamp, and the room suddenly became bright.
Jiang Zhining raised her eyes, and her cold and resolute face came into view.
Song Yuzhou's military uniform was covered with dust, his face was dirty, and his beard had not been shaved for several days, and there were stubbles on it, making him look like a rough guy when they first met.
Jiang Zhiling chuckled.
"What's wrong?" Song Yuzhou was confused.
Jiang Zhiling sat up, wrapped her slender white arms around his neck, and said with a smile: "Throwing aside this military uniform, he really looks like a homeless man."
Hearing this, Song Yuzhou was embarrassed: "I just came back from a mission and I'm dirty. Will you take me in as a homeless person?"
After completing the mission, he immediately led his men back to the military camp. After returning to life, he went home directly without any rest.
He wanted to watch her for a while before going to freshen up, but unexpectedly she caught him looking embarrassed.
Jiang Zhiling exerted her strength with her arms, and Song Yuzhou's body leaned forward.
Bah.
Jiang Zhiling kissed him on the lips: "Well, the most handsome homeless man, I reluctantly accepted him."
Song Yuzhou looked at her closely, looking into her beautiful cut eyes.
My throat tightened, and the longing I had suppressed these days exploded wantonly.
The next second, Song Yuzhou took her lips in his mouth.
He pressed the back of her head with his right hand, pried open her teeth, and invited her little tongue to dance together.
Keeping swallowing her breath, Song Yuzhou kissed her hard.
He put his left hand against her vital door and pressed her against him with slight force.
The lingering kiss, with its hot breath, quickly engulfed Jiang Zhiling.
It wasn't until she hit his belt that Jiang Zhining let out a cry of pain. Only then did Song Yuzhou let her go, and a thin, crystalline line suddenly appeared.
"It's a bit out of control." Flames danced in Song Yuzhou's eyes, and her figure clearly appeared.
Jiang Zhiling raised her hand and put her white and soft fingertips against his lips: "Comrade Yuzhou is getting more and more horny."
Song Yuzhou hummed honestly, bent down and pressed her forehead: "Daughter-in-law, I miss you."
Although he was a little embarrassed, he wanted her to know: he missed her.
Song Yuzhou's hot breath sprayed on her face, tickling her face. Jiang Zhiling asked delicately, "How much do you think?"
"I wanted to complete the task in the shortest possible time, so I came to see you non-stop." Song Yuzhou answered seriously.
Jiang Zhiling pouted and kissed him: "I miss you too."
When his thoughts were answered, Song Yuzhou smiled naively, showing no shrewdness that Captain Song should have.
"It's very late. You go to bed quickly. I'll take a shower and shave." Song Yuzhou said matter-of-factly.
Jiang Zhiling's skin was very delicate, and she was slightly flushed when she was pricked by his beard.
"Okay." Jiang Zhiling agreed with a smile and lay down on the bed again.
Song Yuzhou helped her cover the quilt, then took a change of clothes, turned off the light, and walked outside.
Before getting married, Song Yuzhou, who was exhausted physically and mentally after performing a mission, would not care about anything else.
Just be grubby, sleep is more important.
But it's different now, he's a married man! His image in Jiang Zhiling's heart must not be ruined.
While taking a shower, Song Yuzhou brushed hard, trying to make himself clean. My hair was washed again and again, and my beard was shaved again and again.
After cleaning himself up, he returned to the house.
Looking at the person on the bed, the man who was still domineering and ruthless when performing his mission had eyes as gentle as water dripping from his eyes at this moment.
Suddenly, Song Yuzhou noticed that there were several mosquito bite marks on her slender neck.
Song Yuzhou, who was originally going to bed to catch up on his sleep, stood up and walked towards the backpack.
After rummaging for a while, he held a small bottle in his hand.
Song Yuzhou returned to the bedside and helped her apply the medicine very gently.
In her sleep, Jiang Zhiling felt a slight chill passing through her skin.
The area that was originally itchy gradually became comfortable.
Seeing that her slightly frowning eyebrows gradually relaxed, Song Yuzhou felt relieved.
Put the ointment on the bedside table and then lay down next to her.
With his hands around her slender waist, Song Yuzhou moved closer to her.
Breathing in her breath, the tense heartstrings slowly relaxed. Song Yuzhou was very tired after not sleeping for several days.
After a while, I fell into sleep.
The two hugged each other quietly and fell asleep sweetly.
When Jiang Zhiling slowly woke up according to her biological clock, the familiar handsome face enlarged in her eyes.
Um? Hallucination? Why did she seem to have seen Song Yuzhou?
While he was in a daze, a voice as sweet as a cello came slowly: "Good morning, wife."
