The beauty is in my arms, the young marshal's eyes are red at night

The two of them walked from the door panel to the bed, and then lay on the edge of the bathtub, fooling around for a long time. In the end, her whole body went limp, and she lay weakly on the bed.

It turns out that this is what comes up on the wall.

His arms were so strong that he didn't tire of holding her for so long.

Shen Yuqing's sticky kiss fell on her back shoulder.

The back shoulder has recovered very well, but the scar cannot be seen clearly unless you look carefully.

But he still felt distressed.

She didn't deserve this.

Song Huiyi lay on the bed and could clearly feel the small area where his lips were constantly moving away.

"Lie down quietly." She raised her hand and patted his slightly wet head, "You haven't kissed me enough. You will kiss me off a layer of my skin by then."

He stopped and lay down next to her.

He washed his hair, and the hair strands hung down in front of his forehead, with water dripping down.

Holding her in his arms, he told her what happened in the past few days.

He said that he had settled the matter in Ningcheng and went to the north.

He told her that he solved Lin Kaiqi.

He told her of his recent plans to establish his own military government in Ningcheng.

He also said that he would return to Nancheng in the next two days. The military governor sent him several telegrams, each of which urged him to return quickly.

"You robbed the plane without telling him, and then captured Ningcheng without his knowledge. He will definitely want to find out." Song Huiyi said.

"He doesn't care about that," he said. "He cares about the plane I have!"

Song Huiyi was noncommittal.

The warlord had built an airport in Nancheng early and wanted his own plane.

But airplanes are a treasure, and even Nanjing doesn’t have one.

Now there are only two planes in China, both of which are in the hands of Shen Yuqing.

"Isn't it boring in Sioux City?" he asked.

"Kinda." She said matter-of-factly.

My father and brother are not around, and I don’t know anyone. Everything here is strange.

She occasionally goes out for a walk, but no one can accompany her.

When her father and brother got the news that Ningcheng had changed hands, they sent her a telegram, saying that it would take some time for Shen Yuqing to return, so it was better to go back to Nancheng first. He asked Song Heping to pick her up.

Song Huiyi thought for a while and decided to wait here for him to return.

"In a few days, it will be your birthday."

Shen Yuqing asked her, "Huiyi is twenty, what birthday gift do you want this year?"

Song Huiyi didn't know.

She hasn't had a birthday in several years.

She also made some friends in Europe. Friends wanted to celebrate her birthday, but she didn't like birthdays.

She always felt homesick, and birthdays always made her feel a little sad.

Shen Yuqing knew the reason why she left Nancheng.

After his mother died of illness, and Nancheng was not as peaceful as it is now, the Qing Gang was in a troubled time. Song Peiwen was worried that his daughter would be in trouble, so he sent her away.

He knew that in the past few years in Europe, she had no worries about food and clothing, but she was not happy after all.

"Huiyi, your father and brother love you, I love you, and your friends love you too. Every birthday in the future will be very happy!" There was a soft light in his eyes.

"I want to spend your birthday with you."

She said, "Your birthday is at the end of the month. Our birthdays are very close. I want to celebrate your birthday with you."

He smiled: "Okay!"

He held her in his arms and laughed loudly, "I'm very happy that Hui Yi will accompany me on my birthday this year!"

Song Huiyi also laughed.

Shen Yuqing was running around for days. Thinking that she would be relieved in two days, she did not rush back to Nancheng to listen to the military governor's training. Instead, she took her around Su City for two days.

Two days later, they returned to Nancheng.

This time I was flying back.

Shen Yuqing flew the plane himself.

He learned quickly and was up to speed in just a few days.

Song Huiyi looked at this silver-gray bulky thing, not daring, but wanted to try it again.

She sat on the chair, and her heart was already beating up and down before the plane started flying.

"Hui Yi, don't be so nervous!"

Shen Yuqing adjusted the equipment and comforted her with a smile, "I have sat on it several times. This thing will not bump and is more stable than a car!"

Song Huiyi didn't believe it: "It's in the sky, how can it be more stable than a car?"

"Just try it and you'll know!"

Her heart was still pounding.

Fortunately, the plane was really stable. Even if there was a little bump in the middle, it quickly became stable again.

With the plane, returning to Sioux City is just a blink of an eye.

They took the kitten back with them.

Song Huiyi raised it for a while, but it couldn't last two days for Shen Yuqing.

It rubs against his legs every day, meows and grabs his trouser legs, begging for a hug.

Shen Yuqing had never raised a kitten or puppy before, so he found it novel.

Watching it rub against his legs several times, turn its belly and lick its paws, he was so happy that he almost danced: "Huiyi, it likes me so much!"

He held it and basked in the sun.

He played with it again, threw it into the sky, and caught it steadily.

Song Huiyi was a little jealous.

Looking at the kitten nestled lazily in Shen Yuqing's arms, she snorted softly: "This little white-eyed wolf, feed it good food and drink every day, but you have only been back for two days and you don't recognize me!"

"It must be a little female cat!" Shen Yuqing smiled.

"Oh? The woman likes you, and the little she-cat also likes you?"

"uh-huh!"

A hint of smile flashed in Song Huiyi's eyes, with a hint of teasing: "I disappoint you, this is a male cat."

"..." He was a little embarrassed.

Looking at the kitten in his arms, he couldn't hold himself any longer.

The "deep love between father and son" just now turned into a hot potato, and he threw the cat directly into Song Huiyi's arms.

However, I just ignored him right now.

Song Huiyi liked it, and Shen Yuqing also liked it.

The two named him Milk.

On the plane back to Nancheng, Niu Rui had been sleeping on Song Huiyi's lap obediently without making any fuss.

The plane was parked at the airfield built by the warlord.

"You are cutting into the warlord's heart." Song Huiyi said, "He doesn't have an airplane, but you still parked at his airport like crazy."

"It will all be wasted if it is no longer needed! He still has to thank me!"

Song Huiyi covered his mouth, not wanting to listen to him.

The car was waiting for them outside.

They got in the car, and Shen Yuqing sent her back to Song Mansion first, and then back to the Governor's Mansion.

When they arrived in Nancheng, the news reached the ears of the governor.

Shen Yuqing slowly wandered into the study.

Governor Shen looked at his eldest son with an indescribable feeling in his heart.

I stand or sit down every day, looking like I am carefree, but when I do things, I am decisive and resolute, and I do so many things without making a sound!

"warlord."

"Where did you get the plane?"

"Just grab it."

He lazily sat down on the stool next to him, crossed his legs, and said, "This thing is priceless but not available in Nanjing. How can I buy it?"

The warlord was so angry that he puffed his beard and glared: "You have seen a lot of eyes outside these years!"

He heard no movement, and there was no movement from Nanjing either, so Shen Yuqing took the lead!

Shen Yuqing picked his ears carelessly and remained silent.

"Has everything in Ningcheng been dealt with?"

"It's done."

"Does the destruction of the Five Gates have something to do with you?" the governor asked. "The day after you were assassinated, the Five Gates were destroyed."

The governor could not find any evidence related to Shen Yuqing, but he also knew that it was him who did it.

"Yeah." He didn't deny it, "They hurt Hui Yi."

Just as the warlord was about to continue speaking, he interrupted him: "What exactly are you going to say? Are you going to have a long talk with me?"

The warlord paused.

His son had long known what he was thinking.

"...Give me a plane."