The fat wife is rebellious: she was spoiled by the group on the way to escape famine

"What are you singing?"

Song Wenqin's breath was strong, and even his voice was magnetic, which made her heart beat faster.

Jiang Jinhe struggled slightly in his arms for a few times, but soon found that she could not break free, and her body gradually relaxed.

Feeling her weakness, Song Wenqin laughed even more heartily and held her tighter with his hands, as if he wanted to merge her completely into his arms.

"Tired?"

His gentle words were like a spring breeze blowing past your ears, making you intoxicated.

Jiang Jinhe just hummed but did not answer. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned gently on his shoulder, enjoying this rare warmth and peace of mind.

"Why don't you speak? Huh?"

Song Wenqin's eyes were fiery and focused, almost seeing through Jiang Jinhe's face.

"Hey, can't you just be quiet for a moment?"

Faced with the other party's eager gaze, Jiang Jinhe really couldn't resist it. She simply buried her hot cheeks in the man's solid and broad chest, and was unwilling to get up again.

"I can't calm down."

Song Wenqin held Jiang Jinhe and paced slowly in the room, blowing warm air gently on her soft cheeks.

His breath was warm and gentle, as if trying to calm the pounding of both their hearts.

Jiang Jinhe was stunned at first, then she realized that what he meant by "can't calm down" was actually referring to her own pounding heart.

It was unknown what the man was nervous about, but it was obvious that he was also very uncomfortable. His heart was beating violently like a drum, almost making her feel that it was about to jump out of her chest and jump directly into her mouth.

"Jinhe."

His voice was gentle and low.

"Ah."

Jiang Jinhe responded, and ripples appeared in her heart.

Song Wenqin suddenly stopped, lowered his head and kissed her lips deeply.

The kiss was passionate and lingering, causing both of them to breathe faster.

After a long while, the two slowly separated from the kiss, their eyes flickering with lingering affection and love.

"All day."

Song Wenqin gently let her go, stared into her eyes and said seriously, "You haven't paid much attention to me all day."

The sky had darkened and the surroundings were shrouded in darkness, but in this darkness, Song Wenqin's eyes were unusually bright.

Jiang Jinhe clearly saw a hint of grievance in that look.

Oh, this guy can actually act like a spoiled brat?

How rare!

Isn't this kind of thing something that a little girl like me is good at?

"Why didn't you come into the house when you got home this afternoon?"

He leaned over and asked in a softer but inquiring voice.

Those dark, inky eyes stared at her closely, giving her an inexplicable attraction and sense of security.

At this moment, Jiang Jinhe suddenly understood his abnormal behavior.

It turned out that she thought the other party was busy with farm work or went to the mountains to cut bamboo or other physical labor, and did not notice that he was actually hiding in the house and secretly waiting for her return.

Because I was extremely busy during the day, I had no time to pay attention to the situation at home, so I went straight to the backyard to continue working.

"Tell me, have you never thought about me at all?"

This sentence rang in her ears again with a hint of blame, but the tone and the scene were so familiar and kind.

That’s right, this is what she used to say when she teased Song Wenqin!

Thinking of this, Jiang Jinhe suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

She struggled gently to get out of Song Wenqin's arms, and then wrapped her arms around his broad and strong body.

"How is that possible? Of course I was thinking of you."

She said softly, "It's just that I had so much to do today that I accidentally forgot to say a word to you. I will never ignore you like this again."

Faced with Jiang Jinhe's proactive comforting gesture, Song Wenqin immediately smiled.

"Well, I believe what my wife said."

At this moment, under the moonlight, his smile was particularly bright.

However, for some reason, the smile she saw in the dim night made Jiang Jinhe feel a little strange - as beautiful and unique as a shiny black tulip with a special shape.

Jiang Jinhe couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

She realized once again that the man in front of her was not as simple and boring as an ordinary countryman.

In fact, it’s not just him. All members of the Song family are surrounded by a mysterious aura.

Another puzzling point is that this family seems to have some special connection with her adoptive father, but she still hasn't fully figured out what's going on.

For some reason, she became more and more curious as time went on.

The original owner's identity, background, and the mysterious Song family...

These unknown things shrouded her heart like a fog, and she wondered whether they would become hidden dangers or troubles in her future.

"Jinhe, you've worked hard all day, let me carry you over."

Song Wenqin's low and gentle voice interrupted her thoughts.

Before Jiang Jinhe could come back to his senses from his thoughts, his feet suddenly felt empty and his body was steadily picked up, as if it was being held on a cloud.

"I'm really fine. I'm not tired at all. You've been busy all day."

Jiang Jinhe tried to break free from Song Wenqin's warm and solid embrace and twisted her body gently, but Song Wenqin held her waist tightly with both hands, leaving her nowhere to escape and she could only stay in his arms peacefully.

"Even if I'm tired, I won't feel tired holding you."

Song Wenqin's tone was firm, his eyes full of pampering and tenderness.

The man insisted on holding her like this and seeing this, Jiang Jinhe felt a warm current in her heart. She no longer resisted and leaned on his broad chest to enjoy this rare warm time.

After all, Song Wenqin was extremely strong and tall, and he walked forward with her in his arms, steady and calm, giving her an unprecedented sense of security and satisfaction.

However, considering her position and dignity, before approaching the crowd, Jiang Jinhe still begged Song Wenqin to let her go.

She really didn't want to attract the attention of the dozen or so people in the Song family, and was especially afraid of the discomfort that would come from having their scrutinizing gazes cast upon her.

So, when they stepped into the front yard, according to Jiang Jinhe's request, Song Wenqin gently put her on the ground, then held her hand tightly, and the two walked forward hand in hand, leaning on each other.

However, as soon as he stepped into the door, he heard a heated argument coming from the kitchen - it was obvious that Song Yuyu was angrily questioning something.

“…Mom, we can’t let this woman eat!

“The sound was sharp and piercing, and it was so powerful that it chilled people to the bone.

Jiang Jinhe's first reaction was that the firewood Li Yue brought back was not enough, which made the little girl dissatisfied.