The miserable heroine of the sad novel of the period was penetrated

Qin Dashuang has often been hanging out in various occasions since he was a child, and he always speaks nonsense.

Especially now that he had drunk some wine, he spoke without restraint, which attracted the attention of people around him.

Xia Songlan was quite good at drinking even though he was drunk. He was quite nice. He just looked at Qin Dashuang with sparkling eyes and smiled foolishly.

It looks even more tempting.

If Ning Jingmo, who was wearing a military uniform, hadn't been sitting at the table, perhaps a man would have come up and chatted with her.

Qin Dashuang poured another glass of wine for Xia Songlan, "Songlan... come on, let's go for another one."

Xia Songlan saw double, and reached out to take the wine glass, but it was empty.

She said in a drunken and naive way, "Why is this wine glass shaking?"

She blinked again, trying to see more clearly, but through the wine glass, she saw Ning Jingmo sitting opposite her.

Ning Jingmo looked at her with a smile across the wine glass.

Xia Songlan was stunned for a moment, "Why do you look so familiar? Like our family...like our family...Jing Mo."

She leaned forward to get a better look.

Unexpectedly, he shook his head and said, "No, no, no, you must be a vixen. Jing Mo's smile would never be as seductive as yours... burp~~"

Xia Songlan burped, waved at Ning Jingmo, and sat back down, "It's useless even if you smile seductively, you are not our Jingmo.

Our Jing Mo is the most handsome man in the world. I only like our Jing Mo...hehe..."

She sat down and started laughing again.

“Puchi! Hahaha…” Qin Dashuang laughed so hard that his stomach hurt, “Oh my god, Songlan you are so cute.

Open your eyes and look, who is that?"

She pulled Xia Songlan, wanting her to continue to see clearly.

Xia Songlan pushed her away and said, "Don't pull it. I'm dizzy."

Qin Dashuang hadn't put down the wine glass yet, and he tilted his head back and drank the wine.

"Okay, that's enough for today. I'm really drunk. Boss, please pay the bill."

The boss came over and said, "This PLA comrade has already calculated the price for your table."

He pointed at Ning Jingmo and said.

Qin Dashuang smiled at Ning Jingmo, "Thank you!"

He picked up his backpack and was about to leave.

Ning Jingmo had already walked around the table and came to Xia Songlan's side. He raised his hand to hold her arm and half-carried and half-lifted her up.

Qin Dashuang walked out and said, "Comrade Dashuang, wait a moment, I'll take you back together."

Qin Dashuang staggered outside, found the jeep driven by Ning Jingmo, and leaned against the door frame waiting for them.

Xia Songlan was originally very well-behaved, but after being picked up by Ning Jingmo, she pushed him away in resistance and was unwilling to be taken away by him.

She was yelling, "Let me go, I'm married. My husband is a PLA comrade, he's a good fighter, let me go."

Maybe because he had drunk a little, his movements were not smooth, but he was quite strong and hit Ning Jingmo's waist with his elbow.

Ning Jingmo frowned slightly, and carried her to the shadow of the door, "Song Lan, it's me."

"You, who are you?" Xia Songlan tilted her head back, her eyes blurry with drunkenness, and twisted her body like a candied haws, trying to break free from his arms.

Ning Jingmo restrained her slightly, face to face, lowered his head and approached her, "Do you see clearly? Little Isatis, who am I?"

Xia Songlan held Ning Jingmo's face and tilted her head, "Oh~ I know who you are."

The two were very close, and her alcohol smell almost sprayed onto Ning Jingmo's face.

Ning Jingmo's Adam's apple rolled, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Who am I?"

Xia Songlan smiled and tapped his forehead, "Big fool, you are Ziqing and Tianya's father.

Hahahaha, you think I'm stupid.

I'm telling you, I wasn't drunk at all."

Qin Dashuang took out a cigarette from his bag, lit one, then leaned against the car door and watched them being affectionate in the shadows.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and he shivered from the cold. "Comrade Jing Mo, are you okay? How about I help you hold her?"

Ning Jingmo coaxed Xia Songlan, "Songlan, go home. The children are still waiting at home, and you still have classes tomorrow."

Xia Songlan was sure that it was Ning Jingmo who was holding her, and she collapsed in his arms.

He kept muttering, "Go home, go home, I want to go home."

After finally carrying Xia Songlan into the car, Qin Dashuang had already sat in the back seat.

Ning Jingmo asked for Qin Dashuang's address, sent her home, and then took Xia Songlan back to the compound.

When we arrived at the door of the house, Xia Songlan had already fallen asleep.

Ning Jingmo was reluctant to call her, so he put his arms around her shoulders and legs and carried her into the bedroom sideways.

The next day, Xia Songlan was woken up by Ning Ziqing and Ning Tianya's kiss.

Ning Ziqing said softly, "Mom, hurry up and get up, or you'll be late."

"Dad has brought the meal back, Mom, hurry up and eat!" Ning Tianya also whispered in her ear.

Ning Ziqing held Xia Songlan's hand and said, "Mom, I have squeezed the toothpaste for you. Hurry up and get up."

Xia Songlan still had a headache, but the effects of the alcohol had long since worn off, and she got out of bed at the urging of the two children.

Just as she was about to wash up, Ning Jingmo went upstairs again and urged the two children, "Come on, let's eat first and let mommy wash up quickly."

Ning Jingmo ate while taking care of the two children. He ate fast, as he was used to it in the army, and finished his meal in just a few bites.

When Xia Songlan came down, he had already started packing.

He handed Xia Songlan a bowl of soy milk and fried dough sticks, "You eat, I'll go send the two kids home first and pick you up later."

But when he got home, the meal was still on the table. Xia Songlan brought Zizheng a glass of honey water, which he drank slowly.

The expression on his face was disgusted.

"Why don't you eat? Is your stomach upset?"

Xia Song Lanyan shook her head, "I don't want to eat. Let's go to school first and eat at noon."

Ning Jingmo had no choice but to take Xia Songlan out. On the way, they turned into a restaurant and packed a portion of health-preserving porridge in an iron lunch box and took it out.

He packed it tightly, placed it next to Xia Songlan's bag, and said, "If you're hungry when you get to school, drink some.

If it's cold, don't drink it, or you can go to Dad's office to heat it up."

Beijing had a light snowfall a few days ago, the temperature dropped sharply, and stoves were lit in the school offices for heating.

Xia Sumu brought steamed buns from home and roasted them on the stove. Some teachers also brought meals and heated them on the stove.

Xia Songlan nodded weakly. When getting out of the car, Ning Jingmo explained it again before driving away.

Xia Songlan was very busy for the next period of time.

First, she had to make up for the previous courses, second, she had to help Xia Jinxing arrange the next plan, and third, Qin Dashuang would find her from time to time to discuss the next plan.

I've been so busy that I've become a spinning top.

During this period, Ning Jingmo took on another urgent mission and left Beijing.

I don’t know when it started, but Xia Songlan has become accustomed to the nature of Ning Jingmo’s work, which requires him to receive sudden tasks from time to time.

He also developed a habit. Every time before Ning Jingmo left, he would remind him repeatedly to be careful and come back safely.

Ever since Ning Jingmo was on the verge of life and death last time and was controlled by the plot, Xia Songlan was afraid that the plot would play some weird tricks again.