Time space: the rough man's sick beauty, she turned wild

Shen Zhihuan's eyes were a little astringent for no reason.

For a man to reach his current position at such a young age, he must have gone through a lot of hardships, and Shen Zhihuan knew this.

But after hearing Wang Dayong's words, her heart couldn't help but clench.

Sensing the change in his wife's mood, Su Ziyu's big, calloused palm under the table grasped her small white hand soothingly.

"Wife, don't listen to his nonsense." Su Ziyu lowered his head slightly, leaned close to his wife's ear and whispered softly.

Although Su Changjiang had a smile on his face, he already had mixed feelings in his heart.

He knew it was dangerous for the second boy to go on a mission, but he could hear the amputation...

Although it was something in the past, Su Changjiang was still anxious in his heart.

Zhang Fengxia's expression even changed.

If the Wang family hadn't been here, she would have pulled her precious son to wipe her tears.

Perhaps sensing the mood changes of Su Changjiang and Zhang Fengxia, Xie Yufang gently touched Wang Dayong with her elbow and signaled him to stop talking.

Which parent can hear his son suffering hardships outside? !
Not to mention something as big as almost amputation.

Wang Dayong also regretted it.

He is just a mouthful.

The atmosphere became awkward.

"Shen Zhihuan!" A familiar male voice came from the door of Courtyard No. 2.

Before Shen Zhihuan could get up, Su Lili had already gotten up and ran to the next door to open the door.

Only then did Wang Dayong and Xie Yufang realize that the Su family had two courtyards.

After a while, Su Lili led Chai Yufeng in.

At noon, the sun is scorching, and it is the highest temperature of the day.

Seeing that most of Chai Yufeng's clothes were wet, Shen Zhihuan picked up the bamboo fan on the lounge chair and handed it over.

"Have you got a meal yet?"

"I have to go back in a hurry!" Chai Yufeng took the fan and started fanning it fiercely.

Even so, the beads of sweat on his forehead were like rain.

"No matter how urgent it is, let's go wash up at the well and eat before leaving." Shen Zhihuan had just moved his legs and was about to get the dishes and chopsticks for Chai Yufeng.

Su Ziyu stopped him and said, "I'll go."

"There's really no need..." Chai Yufeng still wanted to refuse.

He really didn't want to eat with Su Ziyu.

Not to mention eating, Chai Yufeng felt uncomfortable standing with him.

Just like a thief meeting the police...

Inexplicably guilty!

"Why don't you use it? How can you not eat when you're home?!" Zhang Fengxia went into the house and got a new towel to wash Chai Yufeng's face.

"Yu Feng, listen to your aunt, wash up quickly and come have a few drinks with your uncle." Su Changjiang went to the short cabinet and took out a wine glass.

It’s hard to refuse such hospitality.

Chai Yufeng had no choice but to take the handkerchief and wash his face at the well.

In one meal, Chai Yufeng ate as much as Xing.

Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, Shen Zhihuan, Su Ziyu and Chai Yufeng returned to Courtyard No. 2.

Only Su Changjiang and Zhang Fengxia knew about Shen Zhihuan and Qin Bin's business partnership.

Su Zijun, Zhou Xiuqiao, and Su Lili all thought that Shen Zhihuan bought the clothes and things Chai Yufeng sent on the black market.

These days, a lot of people go to the black market to buy and sell things.

Snakes have snake paths, rats have rat paths.

As long as you don't get caught, who cares where your stuff comes from.

"Why are there so many?" Shen Zhihuan looked at the two big bundles on the recliner.

She drew a few pictures and asked them to make a change of clothes for the little guy, little Weidong, little Qiping, Daya, and Erya...

Summer clothes are thin. How many clothes can be packed in two big bags?

"Fifth Master said that your son is young and often pees and poops, so he asked the master to make more clothes on your son." Chai Yufeng explained. Do more exercises...

Shen Zhihuan bent down to unpack the baggage.

She wanted to see how many more times he said he would do.

Seeing Shen Zhihuan about to unpack the baggage, Chai Yufeng hurriedly said: "The bag of red floral flowers is your son..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Zhihuan pulled out a slim-fitting dress.

Shen Zhihuan smiled, "Can my son wear such a long skirt?"

"The skirt is this year's new style. Mr. Wu said he wanted you to see what the style looks like." Chai Yufeng explained with a smile.

Shen Zhihuan touched it. It was a blended linen fabric. It was light, breathable, and not easy to wrinkle. It was very suitable for making a dress. The style also looked very fashionable.

"Not bad! Not bad! They are all very good!" Shen Zhihuan looked at them one by one.

It is not easy to make this kind of style these days.

"Fifth Master said, if you like someone, then stay." Chai Yufeng shook his bamboo fan.

"Okay, then keep all of these! You can put them in my share next month." Shen Zhihuan put the dresses aside and began to pack the little one's summer clothes.

One set, two sets, three sets...eight sets.

One set a day, not the same thing every day, and you can’t get eight sets a week!

He pees and poops for a while, and he thinks he is still the baby who just landed!

"Okay! I'll go back first!" Chai Yufeng put down his bamboo fan.

As the weather heats up, summer clothes are in short supply.

In order to catch up with the work in Guangcheng, the workers have been working continuously for half a month.

"Wait a minute, there is fruit in the house, take some back." Shen Zhihuan stopped the person.

While she was talking, she had already stepped into the storage room.

The daughter-in-law was too worried to carry it, so Su Ziyu also followed in.

When Su Ziyu came out again, he was carrying two large bags of lychees and mangosteens.

After sending Chai Yufeng away, Shen Zhihuan and Su Ziyu washed all the little guy's new clothes.

Eight sets of clothes, enough to dry on a clothesline.

White, yellow, blue, green, cyan, red, purple...

This color looks really extraordinary...

lively!

"What colors are these?!" Su Ziyu couldn't help but frown.

So fancy!
In Su Ziyu's heart, boys should wear olive green.

Shen Zhihuan hugged the man from behind, "Brigadier Su, you..."

Shen Zhihuan wanted men not to go out on those dangerous missions.

But when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back.

For soldiers, obeying orders is their bounden duty.

Orders must be carried out and prohibitions must be stopped.

There is no task that cannot be completed, no enemy that cannot be defeated, and no difficulty that cannot be overcome. This is a soldier, a soldier with blood.

"What's wrong?" Su Ziyu turned around and hugged his young wife into his arms.

"I want to hug you." Shen Zhihuan raised her head and smiled at the man.

Since she chose him, she should support his beliefs and be his strongest backing.

Rather than holding him back.

Guessing that the young daughter-in-law was frightened by Wang Dayong's words, Su Ziyu comforted her softly, "Don't listen to Wang Dayong's nonsense. The river is also looking anxious up there..."

Shen Zhihuan raised his eyes and looked at the man, wanting to see what kind of flowers he could weave.

Meeting his young daughter-in-law's resentful eyes, Su Ziyu quickly admitted his mistake, "Daughter-in-law, I will be more careful when I go on missions in the future."

"Pull the hook!" Shen Zhihuan stretched out her little finger.

"Compared with pulling a hook, I think stamping has more legal effect." Su Ziyu grabbed his wife's hand, lowered his head and kissed it. (End of chapter)