Rebirth in the 70s: A rough man’s husband pinches his waist and dotes on him

Lin Qingping chuckled, "Didn't you say that? There is sea all around, with no end in sight. There is only endless loneliness and solitude. My career has come to a halt. There are no feasting and revelry, no entertainment, and I can't even leave the island a few times a year."

Gu Juncheng was silent.

"Okay, now tell me, what are the benefits of going to the island for me?" Lin Qingping held the notebook in his hand and looked at him jokingly, "Do you want me to take minutes of the meeting?"

Gu Juncheng was choked by her words, but he still had to say what he had to say, "No one looks down on you..." At this point, he suddenly remembered what Teacher Lu had told him a long time ago: female comrades all like to hear nice things.

He hesitated for a moment, "Although it is surrounded by endless sea water, but... I am here, I will protect you."

Lin Qingping looked at him and suddenly laughed. This was probably the most corny thing Gu Juncheng had ever said in history, in his past and present lives.

Gu Juncheng was stunned by his smile. Smile? What does it mean?

"Gu Juncheng." Lin Qingping said, "You heard what Lu Chuang's family said, right? You feel guilty? And you feel sorry for me, right? So you want to make it up to me by marrying me?"

Gu Juncheng frowned slightly. It seemed that what she said was all right, but also seemed a little wrong.

Lin Qingping smiled and said, "Gu Juncheng, I don't need protection. No one in this world can hurt me."

Gu Juncheng's mind was in a mess. Why was the conversation going in a different direction than he had imagined? He was frowning in thought when he heard Lin Qingping say "but".

"But..." Lin Qingping looked at him with a smile, "It's not impossible to pledge your love to me."

Gu Juncheng's brows furrowed even tighter, "Lin Qingping, now is the time to talk about serious matters!"

Lin Qingping looked at him. His expression was just short of saying "We are in a meeting" written on his face.

Lin Qingping couldn't help but laugh, "Gu Juncheng, you've done all the improper things thoroughly, what serious things are you talking about now?"

Gu Juncheng really felt a headache. Why didn't the conversation go in the expected direction? Why did the atmosphere of the conversation disappear?

"Lin Qingping!" He was somewhat helpless, "We were...we are..." He became more and more incoherent, and finally said, "Lin Qingping, we are making the biggest decision of your life now. Can you put aside all that and just talk about your inner wishes?"

Lin Qingping nodded slowly, her eyes full of teasing, "Okay! Then I'll tell you my wishes. If a man tells me in a meeting that we can talk about the pros and cons of being together, then I will never agree to it."

"Then how do you want to talk?" Gu Juncheng asked with a frown. After asking, he immediately thought of a question and frowned even tighter, "How did the child talk to you?"

Lin Qingping was a little speechless. If you say he is dull, his thinking is quite divergent. If you say he is not dull, what is he doing?

And then, his divergent thinking made Lin Qingping look at him with new eyes.

"Could it be that he is trying to talk to you about promising himself to you?" Gu Juncheng not only frowned even more tightly, but also raised his voice a lot.

Lin Qingping simply stopped explaining and just looked at him with a smile.

"Lin Qingping! You..." Gu Juncheng's eyebrows raised.

"Me? What's wrong with me?" There was provocation in her eyes.

"How could you..." He couldn't say the rest.

Lin Qingping just responded sharply, "Why can't I? I'm single, what can't I do?"

"So, you just like chatting like that?" His voice became rough.

Lin Qingping turned around and went to collect the notebooks on the table, saying leisurely, "Didn't you always say that I'm not a reserved person?"

Lin Qingping heard a loud noise, which was the sound of the room door being slammed shut. Then, someone hugged her from behind and turned her over. The familiar, yet unfamiliar warmth and roughness blocked her.

It seemed to be expected, yet like a summer rainstorm, overly violent.