This time it was Wen Qian's turn to cry.
"No, my hero, please spare my life."
The two of them talked and laughed all the way back home.
Lunch was served at a state-owned hotel in the county town. As soon as we got home, Wen Qian rushed into the bathroom and fucked her face.
The injury on her face had long since healed.
It's just that the newly grown tender meat is still a little red. Because I'm afraid of leaving scars, I apply a special scar removal cream every day. It costs more than fifty yuan for a small box that's less than half the size of a palm.
I hope it’s not an IQ tax.
After applying the ointment, Wen Qian came out of the bathroom and sighed to herself: "It would be great if there was skin care gel to ensure that the skin is as smooth and tender as new."
Zhou Shilin raised his eyebrows: "Shuhen Glue is very effective?"
"Of course."
"Where can I buy it?"
Wen Qian almost laughed. Where else could it be sold? It was sold in TV series.
She mumbled and mumbled over, sat down on the sofa, leaned her whole body into Zhou Shilin's arms, and talked about her plan to go to Yangcheng again.
"After summer, stockings will definitely be hard to sell."
"I plan to buy a batch of autumn and winter clothes to test the waters."
Zhou Shilin slightly frowned, thinking that if he handed over his bankbook, his wife would stop setting up a stall, but he didn't expect that she was so ambitious that even tens of thousands of dollars could not stop her from making money.
"The money I gave you is not enough?"
Wen Qian waved her hand: "Of course that's enough."
"But I must have the ability to survive independently, otherwise one day you won't want me anymore, and you won't be able to drink the northwest wind."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Shilin's eyebrows instantly twisted into the character "Sichuan".
"Not that day."
Hearing his cold tone, Wen Qian kissed him: "I know, just say it casually, we will never be separated."
Zhou Shilin looked directly into Wen Qian's eyes and said seriously: "Qianqian, don't say anything about leaving me."
Because he is just like her.
They are each other's only ones in this world, and they only have each other left.
Wen Qian saw clearly the suppressed emotions in Zhou Shilin's eyes, her heart softened, she hugged him hard and nodded heavily.
While he was stirring up emotion, there was a sudden noise outside.
"Fight me. If you can, beat me to death!"
Zhao Suqin's hysterical crying and cursing were particularly harsh, mixed with the muffled sound of fists hitting her body, which made people's hearts skip a beat. Wen Qian immediately opened the door and ran out.
There were already many people gathered in the corridor.
Some people who came forward to start a fight were frightened by Fang Guodong's fierce look.
I saw him riding on Zhao Suqin, punching her one after another, and scolding her at the same time: "Do you dare to make trouble again? I'm asking you if you dare to make trouble!"
"dare!"
Zhao Suqin's hair was disheveled and her eyes were scarlet.
"If you can, beat me to death. If you can't beat me to death, I'll beat you to death. I'll make you mad. You want to find that little goblin, right? I'll beat her every time you see her in the future. Look at her long, thin skin and tender flesh." How many blows can your face take from me?"
These words completely angered Fang Guodong.
He didn't care about his dignity, so he raised his hand and grabbed Zhao Suqin's neck, as if he was sending her to the west.
Everyone panicked when they saw it.
This is going to cost lives.
The guys hurriedly stepped forward to start a fight, and finally pulled away. Fang Guodong spat viciously on the ground and cursed angrily: "I want to divorce you, a shrew who can't lay eggs!"
After that, he stamped his feet and walked away.
Zhao Suqin was left with scars all over her body, and it took her a long time to cover her face and cry.
"You heartless thing!"
"I want a divorce unless I die!"
No one could get involved in the couple's affairs, and they finally went back to their homes after a few words of persuasion. Wen Qian waited until the crowd had dispersed before twisting out a hot towel and handing it to Zhao Suqin.
"Wipe your face."
"You're not even afraid of death but still afraid of divorce?"
Zhao Suqin sobbed: "Divorce is a shame."
"The child is gone, and the uterus is gone too. Fang Guodong has made me feel like a human being and a ghost, so I want to just let go. There's no way!"
Wen Qian knew that people these days would rather live together than get divorced, so she simply stopped trying to persuade her and whispered a few words into Zhao Suqin's ear before leaving.
Back home.
She asked about Xiaoju’s background.
Zhou Shilin shook his head: "Her background is very clean, and nothing unusual can be found."
"What should we do?"
Wen Qian was a little worried, always feeling that Xiao Ju was the female spy seducing the officers.
Seeing her frown, Zhou Shilin put his arms around her slender waist, moved closer, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, I have everything. Instead of worrying about things that haven't happened, it's better to think about how to feed your man."
As he spoke, the desire in his eyes was undisguised.
Wen Qian was embarrassed.
Are men who eat meat so shameless?
While he was dazed, Zhou Shilin was getting closer and closer, his arms tightened inch by inch, and his dark eyes were brewing with a violent storm. When he had never tasted the taste of love, he didn't feel anything, but once he had it in his mouth, he would know the taste.
I don’t want to endure it anymore.
Without waiting for Wen Qian to respond, his lips pressed down with heat.
The air suddenly became thinner.
Feeling the intertwining of lips and tongues, Wen Qian's breathing became faster and faster, and her whole body was lifted up by Zhou Shilin and held in his arms, softly bearing his heat...
This noon was full of enthusiasm.
By the time everything was over, it was already an hour later. Zhou Shilin felt comfortable all over, while Wen Qian's legs were trembling and she lay on the bed for a while before she recovered.
When you regain some strength, you have to curse.
Zhou Shilin threw the towel into the washbasin, picked up Wen Qian and helped her get dressed, and said without changing his face: "You'll get used to it if you do it more."
Wen Qian: "..."
What's going on when your hands feel itchy and you want to hit someone?
After all the fuss, it was almost time to go to work. The two of them went out together and came back together after work. For three days in a row, Wen Qian didn't let Zhou Shilin mess around until the night of the fourth day.
Captain Zhou couldn't hold it in any longer.
The couple was about to applaud their love when the sound of stabbing and sharpening suddenly came from outside, which was particularly scary in the quiet night, followed closely by Fang Guodong's cursing voice.
"Are you crazy?"
"What kind of knife are you sharpening at night?"
"I'm just crazy. I only kill heartless people!"
Listening to Zhao Suqin's scolding, Wen Qian's eyes gradually filled with smiles, well, children can be taught.
Zhou Shilin was very annoyed.
He was so good at sharpening the knife that he felt chills all over his body. When he saw his little wife burst out laughing, he couldn't help but turn over and press her under him, biting down on those soft lips.
Early the next morning.
Zhou Shilin went to the unit first.
When Wen Qian went out, she happened to meet Zhao Suqin leading Zhao Di upstairs, holding a lunch box in his hand. As he got closer, a smell of meat wafted out, and it smelled strange.
she joked with a smile.
"Sister-in-law, isn't this human flesh?"
Zhao Suqin laughed: "It's pork, but the method you told me is really effective. When Fang Guodong came back last night, as soon as he asked me for divorce, I sharpened the knife. I sharpened the knife for half a night, so scared that little kid ran away overnight. "
That’s what we’ll do from now on.
Anyway, if the scumbag man and bitch woman are not happy, you will be happy.
Wen Qian smiled and reminded Zhao Suqin not to scare the child.
"I know."
Zhao Suqin touched Zhao Di's little head and sighed: "Don't worry, I will treat Zhao Di well in the future. I can atone for the wrong things I did before when I go to hell."
After saying that, she smiled apologetically.
"Wen Qian, I have done many bad things to you in the past, and I apologize to you."
"I have long forgotten those things before."
Wen Qian waved her hand magnanimously: "Just be nice to Zhaodi."
The prodigal son returns with gold.
After such an incident, it would be great if Zhao Suqin could be a new person.
The two chatted for a few more words and were about to separate when a burst of mournful crying came from the gate of the family home.
