It was nearly midnight when the warship arrived at the dock.
The fine snow is flying in Suzhou City, and the cold wind is whistling, making the bells of cargo ships in the port jingle.
The men at the dock, who had been working all night long despite the wind and snow, wearing bamboo hats, saw the warships docking, and they all gathered together and cheered without hesitation.
The news of the victory of the Daliang Navy had already spread all over the country. The heroes who defended their country and their country were deeply loved by the people.
The cheers one after another are the most comfortable warmth in this cold night.
Song Che and Coco got off the boat.
The soldiers wanted to send him away, but Song Che waved his hand and refused: "Everyone is tired after a day's work. Suzhou City is my home. There will be no more danger, so I won't bother my brothers to escort him."
Having said this, he greeted the man at the dock again: "Does anyone know me, Song Che?"
"Hey! It's really Aunt Song! I thought our eyes were dazzled!"
"Is there anyone in Suzhou who doesn't know Mr. Song?"
"Uncle, uncle, I, I, Gouer, have fought with you in the 'Datong Gambling House' before!"
A rough man wrapped in a big black cotton-padded jacket came forward with a smile.
After he mentioned it, Song Che was a little impressed, "Okay, now he looks like a dog."
Gou Er scratched his head and said, "Uncle, don't bother me. If you hadn't given me food, how could I be where I am today? Now I have gathered a group of brothers to work on freight at the dock."
Song Che said: "You can't bully the market like Hong San!"
Gou Er said quickly: "That can't be done, that can't be done. If you look at the brothers behind us, they are still working in the dead of winter. You will know that they are diligent."
"Hey, uncle, where did you come from? There was a fleet of military officers escorting you, how impressive!"
"Of course Mr. Song came back after doing something important. A big man like Mr. Song will naturally be sent off on a big ship!"
Hearing these flattery, Song Che's face was filled with shame.
But he is not humble either. He also takes some credit for Suzhou to have such peace. He deserves this respect and these flattery.
Now it’s time to return home!
"The soldiers behind me are all heroes who fought against Japanese pirates at sea. They have worked hard today and haven't had much to eat. Gou Er, you can help me with wine and meat. For the money spent, please ask Liu San." Just pay.”
It was indeed tiring after a day's sailing. There were many restaurants on the pier, and the soldiers would not refuse to have a meal of wine and meat.
Gou Er readily agreed and prepared a carriage for Song Che to be sent to the Shen family in the north of the city.
"If one day I return to my hometown and tell you my feelings on your pillow..."
Song Che was humming a little tune, and before he got home, his heart was already flying to the bed he longed for.
"It sounds really nice." Coco tilted her head and asked, "What's the name of this piece of music?"
Song Che smiled and said: "It's called "Beyond the Bed"."
Coco muttered, "Weird name..."
Horses are racing, cars are driving fast.
Half an hour later, the carriage stopped at the gate of Shen Mansion.
"Wow...is this your husband's home? It's so big!"
Coco opened her mouth wide in surprise.
To say who has the best luck, it must be the little girl Coco. From the moment she became "Mr. Bai's" maid, the gears of fate began to turn.
Song Che knocked the door knocker.
No one answered for a long time.
He kicked the door hard again.
Only then did I hear footsteps.
"Creak——"
"Who dares to kick down the door of the Shen family? I can't bear to live...my uncle!"
"Shh!"
Song Che quickly covered his servant Akun's mouth and warned: "Don't make any noise, I want to give her a big surprise."
Akun nodded knowingly.
Song Che asked A Kun to arrange a room for Coco, while he tiptoed into the inner courtyard.
When he came to the bedroom door, he pushed it gently. What a careless woman. She didn't even lock the door. What if she encountered a flower picker?
He was very much like a "flower picker". He sneaked into the bedroom with a cat's pace, walked softly and slowly to the bedside, breathed into his hands, rubbed his palms together, took off his shoes, socks and coat, lifted the quilt and got in.
She groaned but was not woken up.
Song Che gently hugged the thin waist from behind, and used the wonderful technique of "understanding people's clothes" to dig deeper bit by bit.
It's really strange. She used to be a mimosa, but she shrank when touched. Why was she indifferent tonight? Is it because you are too tired from working during the day?
Song Che then increased the intensity, like peeling an onion, reaching the deepest layer layer by layer.
It seems to have touched the reverse scale.
Her body trembled and she woke up suddenly.
Song Che covered her mouth from behind, bit her ear, lowered his voice, and asked softly: "Little lady, guess who I am?"
"Well...well..." She squirmed, she struggled, she was excited.
Pretending to be quite similar.
Interesting!
Song Che catered to her, ravaging her from top to bottom, inside and out.
But the more I touched it, the more I felt something was wrong.
The size is wrong, the size is wrong, the density is wrong, the depth is wrong, the water level is wrong, the sound is wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong...fuck, it's all wrong!
Song Che's mind buzzed, and Yan'er was stunned for a moment. He quickly got out of bed, wrapped himself in clothes, and lit the bedside candlestick——
Under the firelight, a young girl of sixteen or seventeen years old was seen on the bed, hugging the quilt tightly, looking pitifully at Song Che with tearful eyes.
"You...who are you?"
Song Che quickly searched in his mind. It was impossible. He knew all the maids in Shen's house. He had never seen this girl before!
Tears flowed down the girl's face, and she murmured: "Help, sister, help..."
elder sister?
Song Che suddenly realized something and wanted to go up and ask. The girl dragged the quilt and shrank to the foot of the bed. The cry for help got louder and louder: "Help! Sister, help -"
It's okay to call someone in!
Regardless of who he is, as a son-in-law, even if he has an affair with a maid, he will be imprisoned in the pig cage.
Song Che pounced, pressed the girl on the bed, covered her mouth, and shouted: "Don't scream, I won't hurt you, this is obviously a misunderstanding, a huge misunderstanding! "
The girl was so frightened that she burst into tears.
"Stop crying, I still want to cry!"
Song Che quickly asked: "Is your sister's name Shen Wenjun?"
The girl nodded.
Song Che seemed to have been struck by five thunders. Oh my God, I have bullied my sister-in-law. This misunderstanding is bigger than breaking the sky.
"Listen to me, I am your brother-in-law, and I thought you were your sister, so I...I just...Oh! In short, don't make any noise about this matter, put on your clothes, and treat it like it's nothing. It has happened, otherwise it would be a small matter for me, but it would be a big matter if your honor is not guaranteed, do you understand?"
The girl was stunned.
"Understood!" Song Che increased his voice.
The girl had tears in her eyes and nodded vigorously.
Song Che loosened his grip on her, picked up his shoes and walked out of the door!
