Chapter 32: Can You Feed Me?

Song Shengsheng had figured out why she was feeling so down earlier, and now she felt enlightened, as if she had reached a sudden realization.

Hearing Fu Cheng ask her that, she thought for a moment and said sincerely, “Do you not like me coming to find you? I won’t be so inconsiderate in the future.”

Anyway, everyone in the military district had seen her come to deliver food to Fu Cheng, her outward virtue had been witnessed, so she didn’t need to care whether Fu Cheng liked it or not.

If he didn’t like it, he could just not eat it.

After all, she was using Fu Cheng’s food rations, and she didn’t mind at all.

Fu Cheng looked at her soft and white face, her clear and watery eyes seemed to only contain him.

Her voice was also soft when she spoke.

Unlike last night, when she pinched and bit him, and said she hated him in a soft whimper.

Fu Cheng took the lunchbox she handed him and asked, “Have you eaten?”

Song Shengsheng’s lies came out effortlessly, and she could lie to him with a straight face. “No, I didn’t have time.”

Fu Cheng knew she couldn’t stand being hungry for even a moment. “Come on, let’s eat in my dorm.”

Song Shengsheng nodded with a smile. “Okay.”

In the corridor, there were many young men looking over, their smiles ambiguous, and they were all trying to hold back their laughter.

The cadres from the organization department also ran out to watch the show.

They saw Captain Fu holding his delicate little wife, and they knew he was considerate enough to let her walk on the shaded side, afraid that she would be sunburned.

It was clear that no matter what people said outside.

Captain Fu still loved his wife.

The cadres’ children from the capital all knew how to love their wives, but some people in the team always treated their wives like maids, full of bad habits.

Song Shengsheng wanted to pull away her hand, which was held in his palm.

“We’re outside.”

He usually said that, very restrained, afraid of being seen and causing a bad impression.

This time, he wasn’t afraid.

Fu Cheng was in the army, and he wasn’t afraid of being seen.

He curled his lips and said lightly, “Let them see.”

Song Shengsheng hid her face behind his back, like a little rabbit, following him.

Fu Cheng’s dorm looked as clean and tidy as last time.

There were a few military books on the bedside table. She flipped through them casually, but couldn’t understand them at all.

They were all complex theoretical knowledge.

Only at this moment did Song Shengsheng remember that Fu Cheng was once a publicly funded student abroad.

Fu Cheng went back to the canteen in the army and got two more dishes.

The canteen chef teased him. “Little Fu, I heard your wife came to bring you food today.”

Fu Cheng smiled faintly, almost imperceptibly. He hummed and said, “She’s waiting for me in the room, I’m afraid she’ll be anxious, I’ll go back first.”

The chef was an old hand, and he waved his hand at him. “Go quickly, don’t keep her waiting.”

Fu Cheng was afraid that Song Shengsheng would be hungry, and he practically ran back.

He went back to the dorm, set up a table, and on the table were white-cut meat, chestnut chicken, and a stir-fried cucumber.

He handed her a pair of chopsticks. “Eat quickly.”

Song Shengsheng was still full, and she only ate a few bites perfunctorily before putting down her chopsticks.

Fu Cheng thought it was because of the hot weather, she had no appetite.

He thought to himself, he had to install a fan at home.

Song Shengsheng was a delicate and hard-to-raise flower, if she wasn’t well cared for, she would wilt.

Sometimes Fu Cheng would wonder, she was even more delicate than some of the girls in the compound.

This wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

It meant she was worth cherishing.

She was just a little less stupid in this regard.

After Song Shengsheng finished eating, she was about to go home. Fu Cheng had been deliberately keeping his distance from her these days, and now that their relationship had eased somewhat, he felt a little reluctant.

Fu Cheng was also a young master who wouldn’t treat himself badly.

He said, “It’s cool here, you can take a nap and go back after you wake up.”

Song Shengsheng thought what he said made sense, so she nodded obediently and said, “Okay.”

Fu Cheng had something to do in the afternoon, so he couldn’t stay here with her.

“Remember to lock the door.”

“I know, I know.”

The dorms in the army, could anyone dare to break in?

Fu Cheng was really cautious!

She was full and the weather was hot, it was easy to feel sleepy.

Song Shengsheng took off her clothes and climbed onto Fu Cheng’s bed. The pillow and blanket seemed to still have his scent.

Clean and refreshing.

She was a restless sleeper and she was also hot.

Fu Cheng brought a watermelon over in the afternoon. He opened the door and saw her long, white legs.

Song Shengsheng was sleeping soundly, hugging the blanket. She vaguely heard the sound of the door opening, her eyelashes fluttered twice, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Fu Cheng looked away, his voice hoarse. “Awake? Put your clothes on, come and eat watermelon.”

Song Shengsheng didn’t think there was anything wrong with her clothes, in the future, all the young girls would wear this way!

She sat up frankly, she was still a little sleepy, and she looked at him lazily and sweetly. “I don’t want to move, can you feed me?”

Fu Cheng was silent for a while, he didn’t want to indulge her domineering little temper, but when he spoke, he was honest. “Okay.”

The watermelon was sent by the company below.

Eating watermelon in the summer was the best way to beat the heat.

Fu Cheng usually didn’t have much appetite, if he didn’t know she liked to eat it, he wouldn’t have brought it over.

He dutifully fed her the watermelon, his gaze inevitably fell on the girl’s delicate and white skin. The little clothes she was wearing were a bit bold.

Fu Cheng swallowed, his voice calm. “Put on your shirt.”

Song Shengsheng saw his serious look, and she wanted to tease him on purpose, to break his pretense of being serious.

He clearly liked it.

He wasn’t blind.

Song Shengsheng tilted her head and looked at him, then grabbed his hand and climbed onto him. Her slender arms gently wrapped around his neck, she pouted. “There’s no one else here.”

She pressed against his body, smiled sweetly at him, and asked, “Fu Cheng, don’t you like it?”