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Qin Yuanzheng pulled Qiao Lanshu's scarf down, revealing her fair face.

She smiled ingratiatingly and started praising him without thinking: "Brother Zheng, you're so punctual after get off work! You even drove over to pick me up. You're so kind. You parked your car so neatly, unlike other cars that are parked crookedly."

Qin Yuanzheng looked out the window; he was the only car there.

The young wife was just feeling awkward; was she trying to make conversation?

Qin Yuanzheng stared at Qiao Lanshu without saying a word, his gaze deep and unfathomable, his eyes carrying a certain emotion that reminded Qiao Lanshu of her first time with Qin Yuanzheng, when Qin Yuanzheng looked at her with the same expression.

Qiao Lanshu blushed instantly, reached out and pinched Qin Yuanzheng's coat, and whispered, "Your clothes are also very neat, you look better than others..."

Qin Yuanzheng couldn't resist reaching out and ruffling her hair, then pressing the back of her head and kissing her on the lips.

Very hard.

Qiao Lanshu quickly begged for mercy: "Brother Zheng, I have to go to work tomorrow."

Qin Yuanzheng started the car and said to her, "Don't worry, you've already said it, so I definitely can't let you go back on your word. Seven times a night is not out of the question. I'm just worried that you won't be able to handle it and will faint again, making me worry for ages."

Qiao Lanshu: "..."

Qin Yuanzheng turned his head, glanced at her, and said with a smile in his eyes, "So, you need to eat a good meal tonight, and then we'll stretch out the battle line, attacking one stronghold after another, to ensure the mission is completed in the end."

Qiao Lanshu: "..."

This is a couple making love, not going to war, Commander Qin!

Last night, Qiao Lanshu, perhaps afraid of Qin Yuanzheng, used the excuse of having to go to work to stop Qin Yuanzheng from causing trouble.

Qin Yuanzheng had just tasted the sweetness of the flesh, how could he possibly resist?

He spent the whole day thinking about his sweet and soft little wife.

In any case, he couldn't hold back tonight.

On the way, he asked while driving, "How's work in the pastry factory? Which shift are you on? Are you settling in well?"

Qin Yuanzheng thought that since his cousin Yang Wenyan was the factory manager, Qiao Lanshu would probably have a relatively easy job in the pastry workshop.

Then, Qiao Lanshu said, "The pastry workshop is no good. The workshop supervisor is targeting me and assigned me to the deep-frying team to fry twisted dough sticks."

Qin Yuanzheng immediately stopped the car, turned to look at her, his brows furrowed and his face dark: "Is that so? I'm going back to find my cousin."

How dangerous is deep-fried meat?

What if the oil splashes and burns Comrade Xiao Qiao?

His young wife has fair and radiant skin, and her face and hands are clean; she can't have any scars.

Besides, his cousin is the factory manager. What's wrong with him pulling some strings to get his wife a relaxed job?

So many people use connections to get ahead; he didn't see anything wrong with using connections to get ahead for his young wife.

Qin Yuanzheng was already unhappy with how his cousin had handled things.

Qiao Lanshu quickly stopped him, saying, "No need. I was in the deep-frying team for less than an hour before they transferred me to the pickling team. Now I'm in charge of cutting radishes, which is very easy. My colleagues are also very easy to get along with. After these ten days or so, once the pickles are finished, I'll be free."

Qin Yuanzheng: "..."

Qin Yuanzheng knew that Qiao Lanshu could cook, and she cooked quite well.

Slicing radishes is definitely a piece of cake.

Moreover, slicing radishes does sound relatively easy, much better than deep-frying them.

He pulled Qiao Lanshu's hands over, took off her knitted gloves, and examined her hands thoroughly.

Qiao Lanshu is beautiful, and her hands are also very pretty. Her palms are small, her fingers are slender, her nails are pink and smooth, and they feel soft and fluffy when you pinch them, as if they have no bones.

Qin Yuanzheng liked her hands very much. He cupped them in his palms, gently massaged them, and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay cutting radishes? Will your hands hurt?"

Qiao Lanshu shook her head and said, "Of course not, they don't wear gloves, but I do, so don't worry."

Qin Yuanzheng was still worried. He said, "I'll go ask my cousin tomorrow to see if there are any other positions available..."

Qiao Lanshu quickly said, "No need, it's fine as it is now, you don't need to say anything more."

Qiao Lanshu remembered that when spring comes next year, the machinery factory will send a batch of new machines to the factory. At that time, the pickled vegetables will be cut by machine instead of by hand!

The machines wash and cut the radishes; the female workers only need to put the radishes onto the conveyor belt one by one and then put the cut radish strips into baskets. It couldn't be easier!

Qiao Lanshu likes this job. It's easy, close to home, and the salary is good. She can also eat in the cafeteria at noon.

If she could work steadily in the food factory for two years, she could take the college entrance examination when it was reinstated in 77.

Both her parents went to university, and she herself graduated from high school, so she was determined to take the college entrance examination.

Qiao Lanshu had her own plans in mind.

So she said to Qin Yuanzheng, "Brother Zheng, thank you for thinking of me so much. It's because of you that I have a stable job and life now. You're so kind."

She held Qin Yuanzheng's hand, kissed it, and said with a beaming smile, "I'm so lucky to be able to marry you."

Qin Yuanzheng: "..."

Qin Yuanzheng swallowed hard, his eyes growing serious.

He suddenly leaned in, pressed Qiao Lanshu down, and kissed her.

Very hard.

Qiao Lanshu was having trouble breathing, and her eyes were red as she pleaded, "Brother Zheng, there are people on the road..."

Qin Yuanzheng's breathing was a little heavy. After a long while, he finally let go of her, reached out and pressed his hand to her lips, and whispered, "Okay, let's go home."

Qiao Lanshu thought Qin Yuanzheng was too easy to flirt with.

She didn't seem to have done anything wrong, so why was she so fierce?

Thinking about their first night together, she suddenly felt a little uneasy, wondering if she might not be able to handle it.

Qin Yuanzheng also realized that he was being a bit impatient.

It's really strange. He's not one of those naive eighteen or nineteen-year-olds anymore. He's almost thirty, so why is he still so impulsive and impatient?

Whenever I'm with Qiao Lanshu, I feel hot and my whole body goes numb.

It felt as if a ball of fire was raging inside my body, searching for a way to break through and release itself.

As soon as they got back to the residential area and got out of the car, Qin Yuanzheng took Qiao Lanshu's hand without saying a word and quickly led her upstairs.

Hearing the noise, Huang Erling from next door guessed that it might be Qiao Lanshu from next door returning.

The thick mattress, large quilt, and thick cotton-padded coat that Qiao Lanshu asked her to make have all been finished.

She thought she needed to get Qiao Lanshu to come over and take these things back quickly.

As soon as she opened her door, the door next door slammed shut.

Huang Erling: "..."

Huang Erling walked next door, and just as she raised her hand to knock, she heard Xiao Qiao's soft, pleading voice coming from inside: "Oh, Brother Zheng... Husband, wait a minute..."

Huang Erling: "..."

Huang Erling, who already has two children, still couldn't help but blush with embarrassment.

She covered her mouth and chuckled, thinking to herself: As expected of Commander Qin, he is indeed fierce.

Comrade Xiao Qiao is going to suffer a bit.