After three years of marriage, she didn't go home? 70's Jiaojiao wants a divorce

Chapter 36 Live a Good Life

Shen Qingqing was drunk and Jiang Zhixun couldn't leave her alone in the guesthouse.

I helped her take off her shoes, then her heavy coat, and covered her with a blanket.

With nothing to do, I just sat on the edge of the bed in a daze.

Unconsciously, his eyes fell on Shen Qingqing's face.

Because of the effect of alcohol, her face was flushed, and Jiang Zhixun inexplicably thought of the best quality apples.

Just like her, it smells fragrant.

Seeing Shen Qingqing frowned, Jiang Zhixun asked hurriedly: "Are you dizzy or want to vomit?"

Shen Qingqing hummed vaguely, and Jiang Zhixun quickly found the basin.

Half hold the person in your arms.

After waiting for a long time, she showed no signs of vomiting and fell asleep again.

Her brows were still furrowed, and it could be seen that she was not feeling well. Jiang Zhixun accepted his fate and helped Shen Qingqing massage her scalp.

Only then did I realize that she hadn't taken off her hairband yet.

He took the hairband, then leaned over to get a small comb from the table and combed Shen Qingqing's long hair.

The movements were clumsy, but the force was gentle.

Shen Qingqing's hair is well maintained, black and smooth, and feels like silk in the hands.

Jiang Zhixun thought to himself, no wonder Xiaobao kept grabbing her hair, it felt really good.

Although his movements were very gentle, they still disturbed Shen Qingqing.

Open your eyes drowsily.

"Brother Zhixun..."

"Ah."

Her eyes were confused and her mind was still confused.

Jiang Zhixun was too lazy to argue with a drunk person.

He patted her back and said, "Go to sleep."

The person in his arms looked at him intently, tears falling from the corners of his eyes one by one.

"Jiang Zhixun, let's get divorced."

Jiang Zhixun's heart skipped a beat.

Seeing Shen Qingqing's red eyes, aggrieved expression, and the haziness in her eyes, he concluded that she was talking drunkenly.

After all, she was indeed wronged today.

And he didn't coax her.

His fingertips brushed across the corner of Shen Qingqing's eyes and felt something wet.

Jiang Zhixun's cold heart was suddenly stabbed.

When Shen Qingqing first came to the Jiang family, he really treated her like a younger sister.

I want to save all the delicious food and drinks for her.

I was afraid that she had no money and was too embarrassed to ask her elders for help, so every time I went home on vacation, I would put a few copies of the Great Unity in the books she often read.

After spoiling Shen Qingqing for so many years, Jiang Zhixun really couldn't ignore her.

Unless Shen Qingqing doesn't appear in front of him.

Wiping away her tears, Jiang Zhixun said gently, "You can only say drunken words once. I won't let it go next time."

Shen Qingqing didn't know whether she heard it clearly or not, and tears kept flowing out.

It was as if I wanted to cry out all the grievances of the past three years.

Jiang Zhixun sighed, "If you don't want to live apart, then stay here. I'll apply for a house tomorrow."

"You want to have children, and I agree. It doesn't matter how many you have, as long as you are happy."

He said it seriously, but Shen Qingqing only said one word in return, "Annoying."

Jiang Zhixun was so angry that he laughed.

"I shouldn't care about you!"

Throw the person back onto the pillow.

Shen Qingqing turned over, her long hair sticking to her face in a messy manner.

It looks even more pitiable.

Jiang Zhixun stood by the bed, looking down at her, "If you keep talking nonsense, I won't care about you anymore."

I don’t know if it was the threat that worked or the influence of alcohol.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

The corners of the eyes are a little red, as is the tip of the nose.

So innocent.

It was like a punch hitting cotton, Jiang Zhixun looked frustrated.

What's the point of him talking so much to a drunkard? He fetched a basin of hot water with an expressionless face and wiped Shen Qingqing's face.

Seeing her pulling at the collar of her cashmere sweater from time to time and feeling a little breathless, Jiang Zhixun was in a dilemma.

Logically speaking, he should change Shen Qingqing into loose clothes.

But they haven't completely reconciled yet.

He is not yet able to do such an intimate act as changing clothes.

I walked around the room twice and found the skirt she was wearing that night.

Pure cotton fabric, very comfortable to touch.

He had never seen this style of skirt in the mall. He had a sewing machine at home, so Shen Qingqing must have made it herself.

Jiang Zhixun stood by the bed, feeling troubled.

Should he change it for Shen Qingqing, or should he go downstairs and ask a female comrade for help?
But he and Shen Qingqing are husband and wife, and everyone knows it.

If he asked someone for help, the rumor about the breakdown of his relationship with Shen Qingqing would spread throughout the compound in less than a day.

At that time, the leader will talk to him and Shen Qingqing again.

Jiang Zhixun felt a headache when he thought about that kind of situation.

Finally, he told himself that he and Shen Qingqing had a marriage certificate.

Besides, they were planning to have a baby, so changing clothes was no big deal.

He took a deep breath and then pulled the person out from under the quilt.

Shen Qingqing's cashmere sweater is very slim-fitting and not easy to take off.

In addition, Jiang Zhixun was nervous and deliberately tilted his head, causing half of his clothes to get stuck around his neck.

Hearing her uncomfortable hum, Jiang Zhixun ignored the awkwardness and his eyes finally fell on Shen Qingqing.

The cashmere sweater was successfully taken off.

Large areas of snow-white skin were exposed to the air.

Jiang Zhixun didn't dare to look closely and quickly put the skirt on Shen Qingqing.

The heartbeat was like a drum, clearly heard in my ears.

With his body stiff, he covered Shen Qingqing with the quilt again.

Jiang Zhixun sat on the edge of the bed and brushed away the hair that was stuck to her face.

Looking at that impeccably beautiful face, I was stunned.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Zhixun held Shen Qingqing's face and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"Don't ever mention those two words again."

He doesn't care who is right or wrong about what happened during the marriage.

It was his fault that he hadn't returned to Beijing for the past three years, leaving her to face the pressure from her elders alone.

He would make it up to me later.

It is not easy to start a family. He is 28 years old and Shen Qingqing is 23 years old. They are not young anymore.

Some things need to be moved on.

After figuring it out, Jiang Zhixun felt much better.

He stroked Shen Qingqing's forehead again and again, and combed her long hair neatly with his fingers.

Looking at her sleeping face, I felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in my heart.

Jiang Zhixun's mouth curled up.

It feels pretty good to have my wife by my side.

No wonder Lin Zhidong always shows off his wife, children and warm home to them.

When Shen Qingqing gives birth to a child, it will be his turn to show off.

The moment he held Shen Qingqing in his arms, Jiang Zhixun completely let go of what happened three years ago.

Life is short, and they have already wasted three years. If the cold war continues, there won’t be much time left.

It's called a double bed, but it's actually not much wider than a single bed.

Jiang Zhixun was big and it seemed a bit crowded for the two of them to lie together, so he could only hold Shen Qingqing in his arms.

Shen Qingqing felt uncomfortable and changed her sleeping position in his arms.

Resting her head on his shoulder, a slender, soft arm rested on his chest.

Jiang Zhixun seemed to be frozen in place, not daring to move.

Their breaths intertwined, and the scent of a girl became stronger.

Jiang Zhixun pinched Shen Qingqing's chin again.

He didn't pry open the teeth, but just rolled on the soft lips.

"Qingqing, let's live a good life."

(End of this chapter)