Song Wenqi slept very quickly. Just when Zhang Min was still struggling, he had already entered a deep sleep.

Listening to Song Wenqi's steady breathing, Zhang Min sighed a little.

She took a deep breath, then took up Song Wenqi with her fate and took off his dirty clothes.

Zhang Min tried her best to not look at it too much, but she still saw Song Wenqi's muscles.

This man looked weak and didn't expect that he was so well-known.

Zhang Min, who noticed what she was thinking, her face turned red like a ripe shrimp.

Fortunately, Song Wenqi fell asleep, otherwise she would have been embarrassed to death.

Zhang Min threw Song Wenqi on the bed and used a hot towel to wipe his body. His face kept burning.

She has never done these things to men.

After doing this, Zhang Min was exhausted and felt her back was wet. I don’t know when the sweat had already wet her clothes.

Zhang Min looked at the sleeping Song Wenqi and found that he was quite handsome under the light.

She shook her head vigorously.

What are you thinking?

This man is full of President Shen.

Zhang Min quickly woke up, then went to the bathroom to wash Song Wenqi's clothes.

After doing all this, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Zhang Min packed up the room and went back to his room.

She fell directly on the bed and fell asleep.

When Song Wenqi got up the next morning, he wanted to find his own clothes but couldn't find them. Seeing his wife fluttering in the wind on the balcony, the corners of his mouth twitched directly.

He doesn't need to ask who washed it.

Zhang Min was originally kind-hearted, but she actually washed Song Wenqi's suit by hand.

How can I wash that material by hand?

Even if you can wear it, how can you wear it like this now?

Song Wenqi took a few deep breaths hard and told herself that Zhang Min did not mean it, she was kind-hearted.

When he turned around, he saw that there were wardroasting medicine and a thermos bottle of hot water on the table, which should have been left by Zhang Min.

Song Wenqi knew that he had come back last night and it was already past twelve o'clock in the morning. He remembered that he drank a little too much, but everything after entering the room was broken.

He quickly ran to the bathroom and took a look. It was clean everywhere and there was no other smell on himself.

It should be done by Zhang Min.

When she thought of this, Song Wenqi called the front desk and asked them to go out to help buy two sets of clothes to deliver them. She went to the bathroom to take a shower.

There must be nothing that can happen to Zhang Min. He is not stupid. He is the most honest thing about his body.

But suddenly I felt that it was not bad to have a little secretary like Zhang Min, at least I didn’t have to be too embarrassed.

After taking a shower, Song Wenqi took the sobering medicine to take the sobering medicine, and felt warm in his stomach.

He hasn't felt this way for a long time.

It seems that only my mother gave him this kind of warmth when she was a child.

Thinking of this, Song Wenqi quickly called the sanatorium.

"How is my mom doing recently?"

"Mrs. Song is still the same, but she is sleepy recently and has eaten less. We have been paying attention to it, don't worry, Mr. Song."

The nurse's words made Song Wenqi relieved, and he explained a few more words before closing the phone.

At this moment, the doorbell of Song Wenqi's room rang.

Song Wenqi went over and opened the door in his pajamas.

Zhang Min had already bought breakfast. When she saw Song Wenqi awakening, she smiled and said, "I specially bought millet porridge for you to warm your stomach.

If you drink too much wine, it is best to eat some coarse grains in the morning, which is good for your stomach."

Song Wenqi looked at Zhang Min who was in a state of dust. Her face was covered with a hint of sweat. Her face was not too white and filled with warmth and smile, which made people feel warm for a moment.

He leaned against the wall and said for the first time: "You reminded me of my mother."

Zhang Min's mouth twitched directly.

"Am I that old?"

"My mother is not old, she is pretty."

Song Wenqi suddenly had something to talk about.

Maybe it was because Zhang Min was too warm at this time and the sun was shining. Maybe it was because he had been alone for too long and just wanted to chat with someone.

"Come on, I'll show you my mother's photos."

Song Wenqi grabbed Zhang Min's hand and entered the room, and sat on the bed.

He opened his cell phone and showed it to Zhang Min one by one.

"Look, I didn't lie to you, did you?

If I don’t say it, can’t you tell that my mother has a son as old as me?”

Song Wenqi said proudly.

But Zhang Min discovered the common points in these photos.

She looked at Song Wenqi and asked carefully: "Is your mother sick?

I looked at all the photos and seemed to be in the hospital.”

Song Wenqi's face suddenly became a little heavy.

After struggling for a few times, he whispered: "My mother has been in the nursing home for almost twenty years."

"What disease?"

“They are not in good spirits.”

Song Wenqi said, wanting to drink again.

Seeing that he was unwilling to say more, Zhang Min quickly brought the millet porridge to him and said, "Drink it quickly, otherwise your stomach will be uncomfortable."

Song Wenqi was stunned for a moment.

Most women want to know about Song Wenqi because this is the only way they can get close to Song Wenqi, but Zhang Min did not do so, but instead changed the topic directly.

Song Wenqi's mood suddenly felt a little relieved.

"You are pretty good, no wonder Mange values ​​you so much.

I don’t know which brat is lucky to marry you in the future.”

"Didn't you say I can't find a boyfriend?"

Zhang Min directly returned Song Wenqi what he had said.

Song Wenqi was choked directly.

However, Zhang Min was not aggressive and stood up to help Song Wenqi make up the bed.

"Stop busy, these things will be cleaned up by the waiter later.

Besides, there are breakfast hotels.”

"oh."

Zhang Min agreed and cleaned up the bed, which was folded squarely, which reminded Song Wenqi of life in the military region.

"I don't know, I thought you had been a soldier."

Zhang Min paused for a moment and said regretfully: "I want to go, but my altitude is not enough, so I have passed by the military camp in this life.

Actually, I really like the military camp.

I thought, when I turned around, I must find a soldier man to marry him.”

"What's the best thing for a soldier?"

"It's good to be a soldier! Just like you, no one wants you if you want to be a soldier."

Zhang Min thought that Song Wenqi was the kind of person who couldn't eat the grape tarts and said that the grapes were sour, so she couldn't help but get angry.

She just had a better impression of Song Wenqi. Can this man keep her favor for a few minutes?

When Song Wenqi heard Zhang Min's words, he smiled and said, "No one wants me?"

What a joke! I automatically asked to change my career, otherwise I would be a commander now."

"Just blow it."
To be continued...