Wen Qian raised her eyes in surprise: "What did you call me just now?"
"Daughter-in-law."
Zhou Shilin's eyes were focused and soft, and he shouted several times in a row, and then he blinked guiltily as if he had done something wrong, pointed at Wen Qian's legs, and said hoarsely: "Your legs were stained by me. "
Wen Qian was confused.
She also had a brain cramp, so she lifted up her nightgown in front of Zhou Shilin.
Zhou Shilin didn't have time to stop him. Bai Shengsheng's tender and tender white legs were exposed to him again. He only felt that the nosebleed that had just stopped started to rush out again.
To prevent bleeding to death.
He picked up the clothes folded on the chair and put them on casually, pretending to be calm and composed. It was funny, so Wen Qian had the bad intention of teasing others.
She called Brother Lin in a delicate voice.
Zhou Shilin's tall body suddenly stiffened, and he let out a strained sigh.
Wen Qian had a bad smile on her lips, raised the toilet paper in her hand, and said softly: "I can't wipe it clean myself, so you can wipe it for me, okay?"
As she spoke, she moved her soft, white and delicate long legs.
Zhou Shilin was directly petrified.
He lowered his eyebrows, his eyes were deep, and it took a long time before he slowly uttered a few words: "You are here to take my life."
"Then will you give it?"
Wen Qian raised her face, her delicate brows and eyes were full of charm, and she was seductive without even knowing it.
Zhou Shilin had an illusion that if he didn't leave, he would have to confess here today. Yin Yin's eyes moved down uncontrollably and landed on Wen Qian's white and soft thighs, which were stained with red plums, red and The contrast between white and white has a soul-stirring beauty.
He felt a heat welling up in his lower abdomen.
Reasoningly, he told himself that he was playing with fire, and what was burning was his body, but his hand seemed to have its own thoughts. He took the paper in Wen Qian's hand and wiped it gently.
One after another.
Until all blood stains are wiped away.
Wen Qian nodded with satisfaction, with a cheerful arc at the corner of her mouth. Suddenly, she raised her hand and lifted Zhou Shilin's chin like a drama queen, looked at him from side to side for a second, and chuckled: "Good job, tell me, what do you want?" award?"
He looked exactly like a playboy who was teasing women from good families.
Zhou Shilin's head was covered with black lines.
He moved his chin slightly, raised his hand to pull down her restless little hand, and smiled helplessly: "Don't make trouble."
"I'm not making trouble."
Wen Qian blinked, thinking that after all, she was a veteran cadre from the 1980s and didn't even understand the little fun between husband and wife. She asked relentlessly, which seemed to mean that she would carry out her dandyism to the end.
"Tell me what reward you want."
The person in front of him smiled brightly, her red lips slightly pursed. Zhou Shilin suppressed the desire in his heart, glanced around her body with unclear meaning, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm afraid you can't afford it."
His gaze was too aggressive.
Wen Qian instantly turned into a coward. She laughed twice, kissed Zhou Shilin on her own initiative, then leaned against the bed and began to say, "It's time for you to go for morning exercise."
Zhou Shilin: "..."
Little heartless.
Light the fire and run.
He returned Wen Qian's light kiss, got dressed and went out for a morning run.
Had breakfast.
When Zhou Shilin went to work, Wen Qian watched Sister Wang cleaning the room boredly, chatting from time to time, and spending most of the time worrying about her stockings business.
My leg is injured and I can’t set up a stall.
The art troupe also took sick leave, which was a delay in making a lot of money.
She still has less than a hundred pairs of stockings and a dozen pieces of underwear in her hands. Seeing that summer is halfway through, she doesn't have to worry about selling underwear. People also buy them in winter, but not stockings.
Who wears stockings in winter?
At that time, even two yuan would be too expensive.
After thinking for a while, Wen Qian decided to set up a stall as usual in a few days. It would be better to sell the goods if they were idle and moldy at home. The best way is to convert the goods into money as soon as possible.
Sister Wang talked to herself for a long time.
When Wen Qian didn't respond, he was about to help her downstairs.
"Comrade Zhou said, you should get more sunbathing, and you should also have these calcium tablets. He specifically told me to keep an eye on you while you eat them. You won't miss a meal. Girl, tell me how good your life is and how many men you can find." I feel sorry for you."
Wen Qian nodded in agreement.
"He's really good."
"It's good to cherish it. It's fun to be a little tempered when appropriate, but it's not good to be awkward all the time."
Sister Wang is indeed a poet.
Speaking of the truth, it was like an old sow wearing a bra, one set after another. Wen Qian was afraid that she would suddenly become interested in reading a poem to herself, so she ran downstairs with a cane.
It's still very lively downstairs.
Most military wives are unemployed and like to get together to laugh and chat when they have nothing to do. When Wen Qian passed by, everyone was talking about the Shen brothers and sisters.
"Shen Shaowen is also unlucky."
"I have become disabled, and my sister has made such scandalous news. I heard that he will move out of the family home when Shen Xuening is discharged from the hospital. It doesn't matter if she moves out. Now Shen Xuening is a big nuisance in our home."
Mentioning Shen Xuening, the conversation started.
Wen Qian sat silently under the melon field and ate the melon with great interest.
"I know Aunt Huang. Her son is very good and he is a good match for Shen Xuening."
"Her husband sacrificed his life to save collective property, and was later named a martyr. Huang Youde is a descendant of a martyr, and he is not unkind in appearance. He is 1.75 meters tall, so he is filial."
A military wife happened to know the details of the Huang family.
"But Aunt Huang is the more powerful one. Shen Xuening will be able to bear it when she gets married. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law will not have to fight all day long."
Then again.
A widow was dragging her child alone. If she hadn't been more aggressive, she might have been eaten to the bone.
This way.
Several people were talking animatedly.
On the other side, the Shen brothers and sisters appeared at the door of the family courtyard.
In just a few days, Shen Xuening was like a rose that had lost its moisture. Her face was sallow and shriveled, her lips were pale and bloodless, and her whole person looked extremely haggard.
Shen Shaowen is still the same.
Limping over, she smiled and said hello to the military wives as she passed them. They all responded with kind smiles. When it was Shen Xuening's turn, she went upstairs with her chin held high and her eyes straight.
Anyway, I can't stay in this family home any longer.
She was too lazy to pretend to be a little white lotus in front of these long-tongued women, especially when she saw Wen Qian's rosy face full of blood, her heart felt like it had been fried hundreds of times in a frying pan, and she was filled with jealousy.
We can't just let it go!
Since God has given her a chance to be reborn, she cannot accept her fate!
As soon as you enter the house.
Shen Xuening began to rummage through the boxes.
"Brother, did you see a red wooden jewelry box?"
Shen Shaowen took care of everything in the house. He found it from under the cabinet and handed it to Shen Xuening. He asked doubtfully: "What is in it? Is it locked?"
Shen Xuening took it preciously.
He took out the key and opened the small brass lock hanging on it, and carefully lifted the lid. There was a red velvet bag lying quietly inside, which looked very mysterious and precious.
Shen Shaowen joked.
"Xue'er, you still have a family heirloom hidden?"
