Sixty years old with the army, the heirless boss loves his fertile wife

Chapter 12 A Quilt

Chen Dazhuang and Hu Peng were kicked out by Zhan Zeye. He looked at Tang Qiyue with a smile on his face, which was particularly dazzling in the night.

"Damn, he's like a goblin!"

Zhan Zeye muttered and stopped reading. He thought that looking at himself too much would shake his willpower.

Tang Qiyue did not hear Zhan Zeye's muttering, but followed Zhan Zeye back to the room. Looking at the big red quilt on the bed, both of them were dumbfounded.

I didn’t think about this problem during the day, and only discovered it when I was about to go to bed.

Zhan Zeye glanced at Tang Qiyue. He was a man, so he naturally couldn't show any unnaturalness. Instead, he turned around and took the basin to go out to wash.

When Zhan's mother heard the noise, she followed out. She stood beside Zhan Zeye and watched him brush his teeth.

"Son, I know you don't want to marry a wife, but now that she's married, you can't bully her, do you hear me?"

Mother Zhan's worries are not without reason. Judging from her youngest son's personality, he will really cause trouble.

Zhan Zeye spit out the foam from his mouth.

"Mom, who dares to bully her?"

He couldn't help but think of what Chen Dazhuang and Hu Peng said, and he was speechless. He guessed that everyone would worship Tang Qiyue as an ancestor in the future.

Zhan's mother didn't know the reason and thought her son was speaking in a sarcastic way. She slapped Zhan Zeye on the back and said, "Speak nicely. I went to inquire about it today. Your wife is a pitiful woman. Although she has the reputation of a young lady, her life is not easy!"

During the day, Zhan's mother was also uncomfortable with the replacement of her daughter-in-law. While Zhan Zeye and Tang Qiyue were busy in the house, she was not idle either. She went out to visit neighbors. They all lived in the same city, although not in the same district, but if she asked around, she could still find out about the situation in Tang Qiyue's family.

The Tang family is a wealthy family and is very open to inquiry. Zhan's mother knew what kind of person Tang's mother was like, and also knew about Tang Qiyue's life with her mother.

To put it nicely, she had a shop to support her life, but after all, she was a divorced woman with a child, and life was tight. The key point was that on the day Tang Qiuyue got married, her mother went out of town to purchase goods.

This is also the reason why Tang's mother has never appeared.

I heard that Tang's mother likes to drink and doesn't care about anything when she's drunk. It's all up to Tang Qiyue, a little girl, to support the family.

"Tomorrow when you send your wife home, remember to visit your mother-in-law. I think she should be back by now!"

Zhan's mother reminded him that she had prepared two gifts for the return visit and had given him all the necessary instructions.

Zhan Zeye was impatient with these things. He planned to have a good talk with Tang's father the next day. If he dared to cheat him, he should be prepared to be punished.

He nodded perfunctorily and finally sent Zhan's mother back to the house. Zhan Zeye put the towel on his shoulders, carried the washbasin back to the house, put the washbasin on the washbasin rack, wiped his face with the towel from his shoulder, and then saw that Tang Qiyue had actually changed her clothes and got on the bed.

Under the dim light, there was a bright red mandarin duck quilt on the bed. Tang Qiyue, with a rosy face, tilted her head to tidy up her shiny black hair. She looked up inadvertently, like a charming fairy, captivating people's souls.

Zhan Zeye stood there in a daze, but luckily he was only panicked for a moment. When Tang Qiyue looked over, he shifted his gaze, bit his back teeth hard, and cursed inwardly with a swear word that only he understood.

"You don't want to wash up?"

Zhan Zeye asked the question in a cold voice. Tang Qiyue noticed that his expression was wrong and thought that he disliked her for not being clean.

"It has already been washed. There is water in the house!"

She pointed to another one next to the washbasin rack used by Zhan Zeye. The washbasin, toothbrush and towel on it were all damp. It was obvious that Tang Qiyue had finished washing up when he went out to talk to her mother.

Zhan Zeye was not the type to let himself be wronged. This was originally his room, and there was only one bed. He was still injured, so he didn't plan to pretend to be a saint and sleep on the floor. He walked to the bed, glanced at the big red quilt, and then glanced at Tang Qiyue who had moved inside.

Tang Qiyue was afraid that he would get angry, so she hurriedly explained: "This is the only quilt my mother gave me as a dowry. Your original quilt was taken away by my mother!"

It wasn't that she wanted to share a blanket with Zhan Zeye on purpose, it was just that she had no other choice.

Zhan Zeye sighed, took off his clothes, lifted the quilt and lay down.

Even though Tang Qiyue had anticipated this outcome, she was still very nervous when she actually lay in the same bed with an unfamiliar man.

She lay down stiffly.

The switch rope of the light bulb was originally at the door, but last night Tang Qiyue considered it convenient to turn off the light before going to bed, so she pulled a rope and extended it to the head of the bed.

The rope was tied to the outside leg of the bed. If she wanted to pull the rope to turn off the light, she could only lean out, and in that case she would inevitably run into Zhan Zeye.

But if she sleeps with the lights on, she really can't fall asleep.

Zhan Zeye watched Tang Qiyue tossing and turning in the quilt. He couldn't sleep in the first place, and now it was even worse. He couldn't sleep even more.

"Do you want to make up for last night's wedding night?"

Suddenly, Zhan Zeye turned around and met Tang Qiyue's gaze. The distance between the two was only a fist, and the hot air they exhaled could spray on each other's faces.

Tang Qiyue's face turned red under the quilt. She wanted to shake her head, but was restrained by the pillow. She quickly stretched out her hand and waved it anxiously: "No, I just want to turn off the light!"

As a girl, even though she had experienced the end of the world when people were very open about matters between men and women, she still couldn't face this topic calmly.

But because of her eager movements, the pajamas with ties on her body loosened, and the fair skin under her neck appeared so clearly in Zhan Zeye's sight under the orange light.

He was at an age full of vigor and vitality. Although he had said a lot of dirty words to those rough men and naturally boasted a lot, when such a beauty appeared in the bed, Zhan Zeye still overestimated his body's reaction.

If it weren't for the stinging pain from the wound, he would probably have lost control on the spot.

Grab the rope with your backhand!

Click!

With the crisp click of the switch, the lights in the room disappeared instantly, and the vision was temporarily replaced by darkness.

Zhan Zeye exhaled silently, trying to calm the whiteness that remained on his retina, but the more he tried to forget, the clearer the image became.

That touch of whiteness was engraved into his mind like magic, and he couldn't help but indulge in it.

Just when he was about to give in, he suddenly felt a finger poking his chest.

The darkness breeds not only fear, but also desire.

Out of conditioned reflex, Zhan Zeye subconsciously grasped the mischievous fingers, and instantly moved closer to control her, preventing her from moving an inch: "Behave!"

Tang Qiyue never expected such a situation to happen. She was held in Zhan Zeye's arms. Her mind was confused and she didn't understand how she was turned around in an instant and was held in his arms.

The harsh scolding in her ear made her start to struggle in shame and anger, but she was only met with a crisp sound.

(End of this chapter)