Song Shishan endured his jealousy, and although the adjutant beside him was obsessed for a while, he would not die, lingering on the delicate body of the handsome lady.

They all blushed, withdrew their gazes, and looked away.

It's just that uncontrollably red to the roots of their ears, which still shows their irrepressible dirty thoughts.

Song Shishan just thought about it, and he hated to take a gun, and suddenly made this room full of drunkards abrupt.

There is nothing wrong with the adjutant in the end, and it is also a disaster. Fortunately, the woman was still familiar with each other, and knew that she had done something wrong, so she nodded and went upstairs again.

The nightdress swayed, growing lotus step by step, looking at the back of her leaving, that touch of grace always lingered.

Song Shishan smoked two more cigarettes, but he didn't suppress the agitation, he simply waved his hand, and told the adjutant to retreat in annoyance, and talk about it in the Japanese camp tomorrow.

Stepping up the stairs with his legs open, his military boots creaking on the wooden ladder.

I selfishly thought about my bad attitude, whether it scared her.

thinks she is Miss Jiao in Shanghai, and she is a big old man who rolled out of the rain of bullets, and she should be softer next time.

I didn't ask her why she came down late at night.

I guess she came to look for herself in the middle of the night, also because she missed her, right?

Also, I brought her over, and before the two officially got married, they left her alone in the boudoir, which is really not like words.

Presumably it was even more cold, sleeping until half the night, touching the emptiness around him, so he didn't care about going downstairs to find himself.

When Song Shishan thought of this, he felt a little uncomfortable. scolded himself, and couldn't help but speed up his pace. I just want to hurry up upstairs and take her into my arms and do her hard.

As soon as I walked to the door of the boudoir, I heard the Peking Opera coming out of the old record inside, squeaky and squeaky.

"Gaoting Company, invite Boss Zhang Xicheng to sing "Qin Qiong Sells Horses" ......"

Before the gramophone could hear the man's majestic singing voice, Song Shishan had already kicked open the door and let the night breeze pour into the window lattice, blowing the white curtain up.

Shuangyan turned around in horror, and saw the handsome man in a straight military uniform, his sword eyebrows furrowed, as if he was about to explode in the next moment.

A few words were squeezed out from between his teeth: "Get out of here!" ”

Although Shuangyan was worried about his own young lady, he didn't dare to anger this tyrannical lion at the moment.

Song Shishan tore off his military jacket, threw it to the floor, raised his hand and smashed the gramophone, and then ordered:

"In the future, don't let me see these things in the Shuai Mansion. Whoever dares to mention the drama again, I want his life! ”

The loud sound of the gramophone crashing to the ground made Liang Yueying temporarily deaf.

Then, the beautiful eyes looked at him resentfully, and there was also a little hatred:

"Song Shishan, why are you? That's my stuff, why are you destroying it! ”

"Huh! Why? Just because I'm your man. Song Shishan only felt that he treated her too favorably.

When I thought of going upstairs, I scolded myself for being a bastard because I was dealing with military affairs until late at night and letting her stay alone in the empty room. I thought I would spend more time with her in the future.

At this moment, I feel sincere, I am all fed to the dogs. No, this woman who has no heart is not as good as the military dog in captivity in his army.

"Liang Yueying, you are married now, and you are my woman. Remember your duty as a wife! ”

"Wife?" Liang Yueying held back her throat and choked, sneered, and mocked back word by word.

"You are also worthy of mentioning the word wife? Have you ever had any respect for me? I am a slave in your eyes, a livestock, a maid, not even a finch. ”

Song Shishan's heart was tight, and all his love was trampled under her feet, so he also decided to break the can.

"Good. Even if you have self-knowledge, today, I will show you how to be a slave! ”

With that, he roughly tore open her nightdress and reached down with his big hand.