Chapter 86: Don't look

Gu Chenghuai's black eyes deepened abruptly, his arms exerting force, holding the person in his arms tighter.

"Yeah, I want to do something bad, I want to so much it hurts all over." He said frankly, his gaze burning.

Lin Zhao was completely defenseless, her face turning bright red. She was very bold when she was teasing, but when it came to the real thing, she was like a sensitive plant, wishing she could shrink her whole body into the soil.

"Gu Chenghuai!"

When nervous, her unhurried voice lifted, carrying anger.

A low laugh overflowed from Gu Chenghuai's throat, his chest vibrating slightly, the laughter pressed to the bottom of his throat, but he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes.

He held his wife with one hand, pressed the other hand to the back of Lin Zhao's head, and lowered his head to kiss her.

It wasn't intense, but lingering and tender.

Between their lips and teeth, their hearts were very close.

Lin Zhao felt her soul trembling.

Her hands gripped Gu Chenghuai's shirt tightly, pulling his clothes into a wrinkled mess.

Having not been close for a long time, this person was extremely excited. At first, it was gradual, patient, and gentle, but after kissing, the long-suppressed desire was like a dam breaking, hard to restrain.

From the initial shallow tasting, it turned into conquering the city and seizing the land.

Time passed.

Lin Zhao felt her breathing was blocked and patted the man's shoulder.

Gu Chenghuai retreated slightly, lowered his head, his forehead against hers, and between their intertwined breaths, his dark eyes stained with dark light gazed at her flushed face and plump red lips, his gaze gentle.

Lin Zhao was stared at until her face turned even redder, and she reached out to cover his eyes, "Don't look."

Her sweet and soft voice was stained with a tremor.

Gu Chenghuai accurately buckled her hand, rubbed it with his fingertips a few times, and kissed her charming little face that looked like it had been painted with rouge.

"Beautiful." His breath sprayed against her ear, carrying a low, hoarse, muffled laugh.

Lin Zhao's eyes bloomed with smiles, her slender and beautiful fingers moving unhurriedly on his face, along his straight nose, his pitch-black and spirited eyes, and then to his lips.

She suddenly laughed out loud, her eyes curving, ten thousand stars appearing in her eyes.

"What are you laughing at?" Gu Chenghuai asked with a smile.

"Sister Fen said I eat really well, and I think so too." Lin Zhao's fingertips brushed across the man's solid arm, pointing at something.

She was too happy.

These words were undoubtedly the highest praise.

Those pitch-black, cold, and stern eyes were suddenly lit up.

"Come?" Gu Chenghuai pecked Lin Zhao's corner of the mouth, inviting her straightforwardly, his warm palms sliding over her graceful waistline.

"Come!"

Almost the moment Lin Zhao responded.

The world turned upside down.

Her vision flipped abruptly, and what came into view was the familiar wooden beam swaying before her eyes.

The man leaned over, his scorching body temperature coming through the thin clothing, making her heart tremble.

The candlelight flickered, casting two overlapping figures on the wall.

Wei Xiangdong and Gu Chan returned home.

Big Stone hadn't slept yet, sitting in the courtyard reading a book, waiting for his parents.

Hearing the small knocking and his dad calling the door, the teenager stood up and ran to open the door.

"Dad, Mom, why are you back so late?" He examined his parents.

Gu Chan smiled: "Your Third Uncle is back, we talked for a while."

While speaking, the family of three entered the house.

"Third Uncle is back?!" Big Stone's tone lifted.

Gu Chenghuai was a soldier, he admired soldiers, and deep down he was still quite close to his Third Uncle.

It was just that the teenager was proud and didn't want to say it directly.

"Right, just got back." Gu Chan took Wei Xiangdong's hand, shook the iron pot in his hand lightly, and said to her son: "Look what this is?"

"Pot!" Big Stone said happily, "Mom, where did the pot come from?"

"Your Third Aunt sent it." Gu Chan's face was full of smiles, she took the cloth bag from Stone's dad's arm and hung it on Big Stone's arm, "The candy your grandma and Third Aunt gave you and Little Stone, you keep it."

Her son was self-disciplined, she didn't worry about them eating it all at once.

Big Stone felt the cloth bag, it had some weight.

He opened it to take a look, there were many he hadn't seen before.

Oh my, this... the human favor is owed too much!

"Don't think too much, keep it well. Human favors are what I, as a dad, should consider." Wei Xiangdong glared at his eldest son, a sentence interrupting his wild thoughts.

Big Stone's ears turned red, and he said stubbornly: "Of course it's what you should consider, do you think a child like me should consider it."

"I'm going to sleep."

After the words fell, he returned to the room with his hands and feet in sync.

Gu Chan held back her laughter.

Wei Xiangdong snorted.

Before he could speak, he was hit in the lower abdomen by his wife's elbow.

"Don't tease the child, he's already grown up." Gu Chan's expression was serious.

Wei Xiangdong didn't care, and didn't want to make his wife angry, "Okay, won't tease."

Gu Chan lifted her foot and entered the room.

The room was an earth house, the walls were earth walls that dropped dust, the windows had no glass, Wei Xiangdong just pasted them with paper for now, planning to change them when he got glass.

"Zhao Zhao gave some newspapers, paste them now?"

Wei Xiangdong raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you sleepy?"

Knowing his wife was an impatient person, thinking of one thing and another, she had already said to paste, if they didn't paste, she wouldn't be able to sleep all night.

He added immediately: "Or you sleep, I'll paste, I guarantee you won't have dust falling on the bed when you wake up tomorrow morning."

"No need!" Gu Chan took out the expired newspapers and spread them on the table, "Paste together, sleep after pasting."

"Okay."

In the county, textile factory family building.

Song Uncle had just arrived home, and learned from his younger son that Gu Chenghuai had returned to visit relatives, his brow furrowing.

"What was your sister's reaction?"

Song Yunjin said: "Quite happy, said she would bring her husband and four cubs over this weekend."

"I'm not talking about this." Song Uncle's brow furrowed deeper.

"Then what are you talking about?" Song Yunjin was a bit confused.

"Dad, if you want to ask something, just say it, I'm not the roundworm in your stomach, I can't guess." The teenager pouted, his expression aggrieved.

Plus his butt hurt, sitting on the sofa, his body sideways, the half of his butt that was hit didn't touch the sofa.

"Sit properly! What does it look like to be crooked!" Song Uncle said seriously.

"Mom!" Song Yunjin immediately shouted toward the direction of his parents' room, complaining: "Mom, look at Dad, he hit me yesterday, and today he's fierce to me again, so fierce that my brain is buzzing, if I can't get into university in the future, it must be old Song's fault."

The moment the tail tone fell, Song Aunt appeared at the door, looking at her husband.

Song Uncle: "..."

Song Uncle laughed out of anger, "Song Yunjin, is your brain tofu? I raise my voice a little and it becomes slag. It's fine if you can't get into university, I'll send you to your aunt's house, you go feed pigs, it's also a contribution to the country."

"Feeding pigs isn't bad either, eating meat until full, and I can share some with you, it couldn't be better." Song Yunjin said, courting death.

He touched his chin, looking thoughtful, "I don't know if there are books specifically teaching people how to raise pigs, I'm not unable to learn. What can't an excellent person achieve? Maybe I can raise the fattest, heaviest pigs in the country and become a pig-raising expert."

Song Yunjin was at the age of idealism, and imaginative imagination was a common disease at his age.

After fantasizing, he became even more energetic.

"If this day really comes, the people of the whole country will be able to afford meat pigs."

Song Uncle raised his hand to pinch his brow.

He changed the subject, "Your brother-in-law is back, your sister... is her reaction normal?"

Hearing this, Song Aunt became interested, shuffled over in slippers, and sat on the sofa.

"Talking about Zhao Zhao?" She said, "What's wrong with Zhao Zhao?"

Song Uncle said concisely: "Chenghuai returned to visit relatives, and is coming over this weekend."

"Chenghuai is back, good thing. Coming back also gives Zhao Zhao and the four cubs some support, so no one bullies them." Song Aunt was very happy, looking at her husband and earnestly exhorting: "No matter how much you are unhappy, don't show a face this weekend, even if you have to pretend, pretend to be kind, be enthusiastic."

Song Uncle: "..."

Song Uncle was speechless.

After a moment of silence, he couldn't help but say: "Can I not know?"

He was the biological uncle!

"Also, if Zhao Zhao comes over, you won't be able to straighten your face, smiling like you're worthless." Song Aunt complained.

Song Uncle was a senior technician in the factory, leading several apprentices, from the factory director to the warehouse manager, who didn't smile and call him Song Gong when they saw him? It was only at home that he was given no face like this.

At this time, Song Yunjin performed a magic trick, took out a meat can from his bag, and showed off to his parents, "Dad, Mom, my sister gave it to me, said let me have a treat."

"I can't eat alone, so... we'll eat together tomorrow morning."

The Song family was a three-employee family, not short of money, but in this world, you need a soap ticket to buy a piece of soap, many things can't be bought even with money, and meat is also rationed. If you want to satisfy your cravings, you have to take risks and try your luck in the black market.

Seeing this meat can, the couple was surprised and warmed.

"You accepted it when your sister gave it to you!? Song Yunjin, why are you so impolite." Song Aunt's expression was disapproving.

"Your sister hasn't been working for many days, her salary hasn't been paid yet, she sent three braised chicken legs a few days ago, and today she stuffed you with a meat can, what about herself? What about the four cubs? Don't tell me they aren't greedy for meat, I don't believe anyone isn't greedy for meat."

"In the future, if your sister stuffs things to you again, don't take them, let her keep them for herself and the four cubs, if it really doesn't work, let her send them to your aunt."

Xiwei had great strength, if she wanted to eat meat, she could go up the mountain for a turn, and she would never come back empty-handed.

However.

Hearing people say that every brigade was managing more and more strictly, some people would be raised to the level of principles if they caught a fish.

Song Yunjin said: "My aunt is my sister's biological mother, can my sister not think of my aunt?"

"Mom, I think you're thinking too much, my sister has money, she is a rich person who can even buy a camera."

"Camera?" Song Aunt looked shocked.

A camera was nearly two hundred, and the film was an additional expense, also very expensive.

And it had to be a big city to have one.

I don't know how Zhao Zhao bought it?!

"Right, my sister took two rolls of film, asked me to send them to the photo studio, and asked the old master to help wash them, it cost a few yuan!" Song Yunjin was full of envy.

As a student who asked his parents for money, he was really poor.

Song Uncle's brow relaxed, looking a bit relieved.

"It's hard for your sister to take care of the children, having a camera makes her feel good, so buying it is fine."

Song Yunjin saw that his dad actually supported it, his expression moved slightly, looking at him eagerly, and tentatively said: "Dad, I want a camera too."

"Go buy it." Song Uncle said.

Without waiting for the teenager to be happy, he added: "The money in your pocket, you can spend it however you want."

Song Yunjin's smile disappeared.

"..."

Song Yuncheng, who was watching the fun, laughed out loud.

"Brother!" Song Yunjin shouted angrily.

Song Yuncheng made a surrender gesture, indicating he would shut up.

"I have no money." Song Yunjin didn't give up, wanting to fight for it again.

Song Uncle didn't deny it blindly, and patiently reasoned with him.

"Your mother's and my money didn't come from a strong wind. The money for a camera could buy another bicycle, after buying the camera, you have to keep buying film, which is another expense, you don't even have a temporary job, what are you using to buy it."

Song Yunjin had nothing to say.

"Why do you want a camera?" Song Aunt was a bit curious and asked one more question, "Is it because you see your sister has one, and you want to get addicted to it, or do you have other considerations?"

"Didn't think so much, I wanted it before, I'm curious." Song Yunjin thought for a moment, and said solemnly.

Thinking his dad made sense, he changed his words: "Forget it, I'll learn using my sister's."

Song Aunt was surprised, "Your sister said she would teach you?"

"Of course!" Song Yunjin was as proud as a blue-and-white porcelain peacock, lifting his chin slightly, his tone light and smug.

"I am my sister's brother, the only brother, my sister is very generous to me, she took the initiative to say she would teach me, took the initiative, oh!" He emphasized.

Song Yuncheng felt Song Yunjin was so annoying, originally he wanted to find a connection, inquire about tickets, and save some money, waiting for him to graduate to give him a camera, but seeing his arrogant face, forget it!

Song Yunjin didn't know yet that the camera he could have gotten by just saying a soft word had flown away like a little bird.

Regarding his son's arrogance, Song Uncle didn't say a word, just got up unhurriedly, took out the tea Zhao Zhao sent, and made tea to drink in front of him.

What are you showing off?

He had the white tea Zhao Zhao sent, did he show off!

Song Aunt & Song Yuncheng & Song Yunjin: "..."

Song Uncle was calm, and poured half a cup of tea for his wife by the way.

It wasn't stingy, drinking too much tea at night wasn't good.

The tea Zhao Zhao sent was drawn from the lottery system, with excellent quality and superb taste. The tea leaves were as green as the new buds of early spring, and the fragrance overflowed when brewed.

Song Yuncheng and Song Yunjin's eyeballs were almost popping out, and they didn't wait for a sip of tea, the two brothers' expressions were complex.

Tsk, look at this stinginess!

"Yuncheng, go to your aunt's house tomorrow after work." Song Aunt took a light sip of tea, sighed as if enjoying it, and then opened her mouth to say.

"What should I send?" Song Yuncheng was used to it, not even blinking.

"Your Xiangxiang sister is staying at your aunt's house for the time being. I prepared some things for her, you send them over." Song Aunt said.

Song Yuncheng leaned back, spread out in a big character on the sofa, occupying a large piece of space, his whole body exuding laziness.

He turned his head and muttered suspiciously, "Mom, why don't you take the initiative to mention letting my Xiangxiang sister come to our house to live."

"If this were my Zhao Zhao sister, you would have definitely asked for leave to pick her up early."

Song Aunt rolled her eyes at him, and said unhappily: "Why do you say that?"

"Having one more person at home isn't an easy thing, there are many things to worry about. Do you have time to manage so much, or do I have time."

"Your Zhao Zhao sister is different, she is someone your dad and I watched grow up, we know her personality, we also know her living habits, we can say whatever we have to say, without worrying about saying something that shouldn't be said and hurting her heart. Your Xiangxiang sister... do you know her personality?"

Their whole family, the number of times they met Yuan Xiang, could be counted on ten fingers.

They didn't understand her character, and the little girl just encountered such a troublesome thing, they didn't even know how to grasp the scale of getting along?!

Song Uncle was dissatisfied with his son taking Zhao Zhao as a reference, and said in a deep voice: "Your aunt has such a fiery personality, no one dared to return Zhao Zhao's engagement."

His younger sister had a fiery temper, great strength, and was protective, never easy to bully. She cared most about the husband she snatched home, and secondly about Zhao Zhao.

Whoever dared to touch these two soft ribs, she could beat them to death!

If not, there was still him, who dared to bully Zhao Zhao like this, he would definitely take his two sons and several apprentices and beat them to the door!

Don't bully people like this.

Delaying a good girl into an old girl, suddenly wanting to return the engagement, return it if you want, as long as the compensation is in place, no one has to marry over, after all, marriage isn't enmity, but you can't take all the good things, wanting to return the engagement and not wanting to carry a bad name, and splashing dirty water on the girl...

Getting engaged to such a family is also Xiangxiang's bad luck.

Song Yuncheng agreed with his parents' words, didn't argue anymore, and turned to ask: "Did my Xiangxiang sister just accept it like that? What will she do in the future?"

"In the countryside, being returned an engagement, it should be quite difficult, right."

Toward Yuan Xiang, although not very familiar, she was family after all, so he was also concerned.

Song Aunt shook her head helplessly, not to mention the countryside, city girls were the same, it wasn't easy.

"Accept it?" Song Uncle smiled coldly, a cold light flashing across the bottom of his eyes, "Your aunt has a soft personality and no confidence to face that family, but I do, I will naturally vent my anger for her and Xiangxiang."

His own niece, not any cat or dog could bully her.

"Dad, what do you plan to do?" Song Yuncheng sat up straight, his eyes suddenly brightening. ===== CHAPTER 87 =====