Chapter 33 Quarrel Cold War

The relationship between Song Zhaodi and Zhong Jianguo is very simple, each gets what he needs. But even if Song Zhaodi wants to divorce Zhong Jianguo in the future, this relationship will have to last seven or eight years.

Liu Ling had never wronged himself before, no matter what. Transmigration became Song Zhaodi, and after marrying Zhong Jianguo, she thought that she would have to be husband and wife with Zhong Jianguo for at least seven or eight years, and she had no intention of wronging herself.

Zhong Jianguo was not one of those male friends in her previous life. If she had a relationship with Zhong Jianguo, she would kick Zhong Jianguo away if she wanted to be a little unhappy.

When Song Zhaodi was ill, she realized that Zhong Jianguo was very nervous. She was shocked and did not dare to provoke Zhong Jianguo these days.

Seeing Zhong Jianguo honestly chopping green onions and cooking vegetables at this moment, such a man is rare now, and it is rare for later generations. Song Zhaodi suddenly felt that it would be good to be a husband and wife with him for a lifetime.

"Master, how are you going to move me?" Song Zhaodi asked with a smile.

Zhong Jianguo was short of breath, put down the knife and vegetable, looked at Song Zhaodi and asked seriously, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"I know." She hooked Zhong Jianguo's neck very naturally and skillfully. Song Zhaodi found him tense and wondered in her heart, this man is the father of three children, how can he be like a baby, "I don't have to bear it if I want to touch him. Come on, you can anytime, after all, we are husband and wife." He glanced around and nodded with satisfaction, "It's pretty good here."

Zhong Jianguo's face flushed red, he pushed Song Zhaodi's arm away suddenly, and pointed to the door: "Get out!"

Song Zhaodi was stunned, she recovered, she couldn't believe she was rejected by a man? Or by her nominal husband? Fuck me, this is the first time in my past and present life.

"Zhong Jianguo, you are fucking sick!" Song Zhaodi took a deep breath and gritted her teeth, "There is a kind of monk for a lifetime!" After saying that, she turned around and left.

Zhong Jianguo looked up at the woman who strode outside, sneered, and put the pot on the stove to stir-fry.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, Zhong Jianguo, who was sitting in the yard watching the stars and the moon, guessed that the eldest baby and the second baby were asleep, so he got up and went upstairs. Pushing open the door of the two sons, he took out the key on the east door from the drawer of the desk, walked to the door, paused for a moment, and put the key back.

Song Zhaodi opened her eyes when she heard the sound of the bedroom door: "I thought you weren't sleeping anymore."

Zhong Jianguo glanced at her expressionlessly, opened the cabinet, pulled out two quilts, and walked away.

"You—" Song Zhaodi suddenly stopped, got out of bed and followed out, and saw Zhong Jianguo put the quilt on the bench, "Sleep on the chair tonight?"

Zhong Jianguo, as if he had never heard of it, continued to tidy up the quilt.

Song Zhaodi leaned against the door frame and put her hands around her chest: "It's cold to sleep here at night."

Zhong Jianguo's hand paused, looked back at her, took off his shoes and got into the quilt. But he was too tall, with a short chair and his feet hanging out.

Seeing this, Song Zhaodi said, "You're still afraid that I'll be hungry and use force in the middle of the night? I'm not that thick-skinned."

Zhong Jianguo pulled the quilt over his head.

Song Zhaodi supported her forehead: "The urinal is behind the chair. The eldest baby and the second baby got up in the middle of the night to pee. When they saw you lying on the chair, they thought we had a fight."

Zhong Jianguo opened the quilt, put the urinal in the room of his two sons, came back and passed by Song Zhaodi, without looking at her, laying down on the chair again, covering his head with the quilt.

Song Zhaodi was speechless: "Okay, you can sleep."

Back in the house, looking at Sanwa who was sleeping soundly, he couldn't help poking the child's face with his hand: "Your dad, he is not only a coward, but also a cheapskate, stubborn!"

Zhong Jianguo sat up suddenly, thought about it, and lay down again.

The next day, Song Zhaodi woke up and saw that there was no quilt and no one in the living room. She opened the window and found that the car parked in the yard was gone. Song Zhaodi sighed and went downstairs to find a big lock and locked the wardrobe door. .

In the evening, Zhong Jianguo looked at the lock on the wardrobe, dumbfounded, turned to Song Zhaodi and asked silently, what do you mean?

"I threw the key into the sea." Song Zhaodi did not deny it, but also reminded Zhong Jianguo that you have done similar things, let's not talk about anyone else.

Zhong Jianguo turned to carry the eldest baby and the second baby into his room, let them sleep with Song Zhaodi, and went to the two sons' rooms by himself.

Song Zhaodi looked at the three children beside her and laughed angrily. Pushing open the door next door, seeing Zhong Jianguo taking off his shoes, he couldn't help sighing: "It's been a day, still not relieved?"

"Go out!" Zhong Jianguo pointed at the door, "I don't want to talk to you."

Song Zhaodi sat beside the bed: "Headmaster Zhong, it's good to find out who we are a woman. If you go further with me, it's me who suffers."

"I don't think so." Zhong Jianguo bypassed her, lying on the bed with his back to him.

Song Zhaodi smiled silently: "You don't want to talk to me. It stands to reason that I shouldn't bother you anymore. But you should tell me why you are angry. Because I said you were sick?"

In terms of eloquence, Zhong Jianguo knew that he was not Song Zhaodi's opponent, so he simply continued to remain silent for fear that she would catch a loophole in his words.

Song Zhaodi is not a flattering personality. When she wants to flatter someone, she is very patient, but if the other party does not get in, Song Zhaodi will not stick her hot face to her cold butt again and again.

Finding Zhong Jianguo pretending to be dead again, Song Zhaodi turned around and went back to the next door.

When Zhong Dawa woke up in the morning and saw that she was sleeping in his father's house, she ran downstairs to find Zhong Jianguo. I didn't find him, so I went to Song Zhaodi instead: "Mother, why am I in your bed?"

"Your dad slept in your room last night." Song Zhaodi said, "Go and wake up your brother, I'll cook something, and we'll have dinner."

Zhong Dawa didn't move: "Why does Dad sleep in my room?"

"Because he didn't want to sleep with me, I made him angry." Zhong Jianguo didn't have breakfast at home for two days in a row. The eldest child didn't ask today, and he will ask tomorrow. Song Zhaodi simply told the truth, "Your dad will sleep in your house these days."

Zhong Dawa hurriedly asked: "Dad is still angry? Mother, did you fight with Daddy?"

"No." Song Zhaodi said, "I can't beat your father. I just broke my mouth and said things that shouldn't be said. By the way, it's me who speaks too much."

The first time Zhong Dawa encountered this situation, she couldn't help but grab her head: "Have you apologized to Dad? You have to apologize if you do something wrong."

"Apologize?" I don't even know what made him mad. How can I apologize? Song Zhaodi thought back, "Apologize. Your dad is very angry this time. I plan to apologize again tonight."

Zhong Dawa thought for a while: "If you apologize again, Dad ignores you, and you also ignore him. Well, don't get used to him."

"Pfft!" Song Zhaodi laughed, "Okay, I'll listen to what Dawa said. Go and tell my brother to get up, I'll cook now." However, at night, Song Zhaodi didn't apologize to Zhong Jianguo, and didn't even look at him. The couple begins a formal Cold War.

For two days in a row, Song Zhaodi didn't say a word to Zhong Jianguo. Zhong Jianguo was surprised and started to have a headache. He couldn't live in his son's house all the time.

On Friday evening, when Zhong Jianguo came home, Song Zhaodi had already prepared the meal, and there were his bowls and chopsticks on the table, but Song Zhaodi washed the faces and feet of the three children after eating, and took the children upstairs. Zhong Jianguo said a word.

Zhong Jianguo couldn't help sighing, what is this called?

While Song Zhaodi was going downstairs to take a bath, Zhong Jianguo rushed a jar full of wheat milk essence and brought it to his room, "Daddy, Dad accidentally soaked too much wheat milk essence, do you want to drink it?"

"Don't drink." Zhong Dawa said without hesitation.

Zhong Jianguo pretended to be very distressed: "It's a waste to throw it away, you should drink it with your brother."

"I can't drink it." Erwa said, "Mother said that if you drink too much water at night, you will wet the bed in the middle of the night."

Zhong Jianguo pointed to the door: "There is a urinal there, get up when you want to pee."

Although there are urinals upstairs, the eldest baby and the second baby hardly get up at night. Usually, when the sky is dawn, the two children wake up, stumble into the urinal, and release the water they have saved overnight, and then go back to sleep.

The big baby hooked his head and looked at the tea jar. Seeing that there was more than half of the jar of malted milk in it, he thought for a while: "I can drink a little."

"Dad, I'll drink a little too." Erwa continued.

Da Wa felt that he would be able to get up when he wanted to pee at night. Er Wa had a precedent for wetting the bed. Da Wa reminded: "You can't drink too much. If you wet the bed, Mother will beat you."

"I don't want to wet the bed if there is a urinal." Erwa threw the teapot vigorously.

Zhong Jianguo pointed at his two sons: "You are not allowed to tell your mother. If she finds out, she must run against me again."

"You two haven't reconciled yet?" the eldest asked hurriedly, "Dad, mother said that she made you angry, so you ignore her. If you give us wheat milk essence, mother will be angry when she finds out. You are angry, mother I’m also angry, don’t be angry with both of you, just make up with your mother, Dad.”

Really his good son.

Zhong Jianguo rubbed Dawa's head and said with a smile, "I can't say a few words about the relationship between your mother and I. Don't worry about it, I know it. I'm going to bed. You should go to bed too."

"Dad, have you forgiven your mother?" Zhong Dawa asked.

Zhong Jianguo took a step: "Sleep your sleep!"

"If you don't dare to yell at your mother when you're angry, you dare to yell at me. Bully my little one." Zhong Dawa snorted.

Erwa was curious: "Brother, how do you know that father doesn't dare to yell at mother?"

"Dad didn't dare to let mother know if he gave us wheat milk essence." Zhong Dawa said, "I'm still angry with my mother, but I'm still afraid of my mother? Dad is really useless."

Erwa looked at the door and saw that his dad didn't come back: "Don't talk about it, Dad is very good."

"That's right." The big boy suddenly thought that his father was in charge of a large group of soldiers, and he heard that the war was also very strong, so he quickly pulled up the quilt, "Cover your head, don't let Dad hear."

When Song Zhaodi went upstairs, she found the three children sleeping with their heads covered, and was startled. She quickly pulled the quilt away, took out the three children who were in the innermost part of the quilt, and patted the three children on the cheek.

Little Sanwa swiped with her hands in annoyance, Song Zhaodi breathed a sigh of relief, and squeezed the faces of Dawa and Erwa. These two naughty children let him sleep with his head covered without looking at how old his younger brother was.

Zhong Jianguo opened the closed door, saw that the light next door was off, and stood at the door for a while before going back to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Song Zhaodi touched a handful of water, opened her eyes abruptly, lifted the quilt to find the menstrual belt. When turned on the light, suddenly thought that hers had only been ten days, it was early.

so?

Song Zhaodi had a bad premonition in her heart. She lifted the quilt, and Sanwa was covered in water.

Sanwa is almost one and a half years old, but he still can't understand that he can't wet the bed, so every night before going to bed, Song Zhaodi wraps Sanwa in diapers. It can't be the third baby who wets the bed, it can only be the second baby or the big baby.

Song Zhaodi lifted the whole quilt, and saw that the eldest baby and the second baby were covered in urine.

The widest quilt in the house was wet with urine? Song Zhaodi realized this, her sleepiness disappeared, and she wanted to pull the two children up and beat them. But the top priority is to quickly change the quilt, otherwise, the brothers will catch a cold.

"Zhong Jianguo, wake up." Song Zhaodi hugged Sanwa to look at the door next door.

Zhong Jianguo, who didn't dare to sleep, turned over and sat up when he heard the sound, opened the door and rubbed the corners of his eyes: "Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night?"

"Your son wets the bed." Song Zhaodi leaned on her side, "Go downstairs to get some water and wipe some children."

Zhong Jianguo was overjoyed, these two boys deserved to be his sons.

Without further ado, he went downstairs to get half a basin of cold water, then poured a thermos of hot water and washed the baby. Zhong Jianguo asked, "Where should he sleep?"

"Sleep on your bed, of course." Song Zhaodi said, "Hurry up, don't freeze him."

Zhong Jianguo tucked the big baby into the warm quilt, and went to drag the second baby out. Immediately, he took off the wet quilt: "Give me the key to the cabinet, and I'll get the quilt."

"The key is in the small drawer under the cabinet." Song Zhaodi snorted.

Zhong Jianguo turned it out and made the bed immediately. Seeing that Song Zhaodi didn't say anything to let him go to sleep, he pouted, and he had to sleep on the bench? Reluctantly, he took out the only two quilts in the cabinet and held them in his hands: "These two quilts seem to be a little thin."

"Nonsense." Song Zhaodi said, "That's the quilt you put on in the spring and autumn. It's not that thin. Put it back and come up to sleep. It's almost dawn, and I don't know why your spirit is so good."

Zhong Jianguo relied on him to face the cabinet and his back to Song Zhaodi. Song Zhaodi couldn't see it. He pursed his lips and smiled, turned around, and hummed expressionlessly.

Song Zhaodi raised her eyebrows: "You're still mad at me. I said Zhong Jianguo, such a big thing, what about you?"

"It's been three watch and you haven't slept yet, why is your spirit so good?" Zhong Jianguo asked rhetorically.

Song Zhaodi choked: "I shouldn't have reminded you just now. I should have asked you to cover a thin quilt and sleep on a chair."

Zhong Jianguo turned off the lights.

Song Zhaodi's eyes turned dark, and she wanted to curse: "You're not childish."

"Not as naive as you." In the darkness, Zhong Jianguo smiled.

The next morning, Song Zhaodi was cooking, and Zhong Jianguo led Sanwa to play under the eaves. Hearing the sound of going downstairs, Zhong Jianguo hurriedly picked up Sanwa and went into the house: "Big baby, Erwa, wash—"

"Dad, I didn't wet the bed." The eldest child hurriedly interrupted Zhong Jianguo, "It was Erwa who wetted the bed."

Erwa said loudly, "I didn't wet the bed, it was my younger brother! Dad, don't beat me."

"Your little brother's diaper isn't wet." Song Zhaodi came out of the kitchen, "How many times have I told you that you are not allowed to drink water before going to bed at night, do you two think what I say is farting?!"

Dawa and Erwa said in unison, "No!"

Zhong Jianguo's heart shrank, it was broken!

"No? I was the one who wet the quilt." Song Zhaodi stared at them both with burning eyes.

The brothers pointed to Zhong Jianguo in unison: "It's Dad."

"Your father slept in your house yesterday." Song Zhaodi reminded.

Big baby: "Dad give us water."

"No, brother, it's wheat milk essence." Erwa said, "Mother, Dad said that you won't wet the bed after drinking it."

The big baby waved his hand: "No, no, brother, Dad said that he soaked the wheat milk essence too much and asked us to help him drink it. Mom, we don't want to drink it. Dad said, if we don't drink it, he will beat us up."

"When did I say that?" Zhong Jianguo was about to hide, but he almost didn't react when he heard the words of his two sons, "Don't think you two said that—"

Song Zhaodi interrupted him: "Are you going to beat them up? Let's not mention it for now. Zhong Jianguo, let me ask you, did you soak in wheat milk essence last night?"

"It's soaked." Zhong Jianguo spit out two words.

Song Zhaodi took a deep breath and suppressed her anger: "Give the third baby to the eldest baby and the second baby, and come to the kitchen with me."

"Dad, give me my brother quickly." The big baby patted Zhong Jianguo, turned around when she saw Song Zhaodi, pushed Zhong Jianguo, and whispered, "Come on, make up."

Zhong Jianguo had a headache and couldn't help but suspect that his son was shouting loudly on purpose.