Reborn in the 1980s: The Rough Man Brother Loves Me So Much

After everyone left, Song Qi asked Chen Yun to drive home.

Ling Ju was sitting in the car thinking about Sun Yun's performance just now. It could be seen from her eyes and body movements that she had completely forgotten about Jiang Chi's relationship.

But what's going on in Yanjingtang? If you can't sit in the car of your own, why would you get in Sun Yun's car?

Could it be that he also wants to learn how to do business from Sun Yun?

After all, whether it was Sichuan Xiaoxiang or guiding Song Wei to manage the industry, it was not difficult for Yan Jingtang to find out what Sun Yun was good at.

Since you bought a Suitang, you must run it well.

Tonight is the wedding night of two middle-aged people, Song Zhiqing and Sun Yun. After dinner, their family members kicked them back early.

Because Song Zhiqing's dormitory was 'renovated' by Shen Chun, Sun Jun didn't come to his place for a while.

When Sun Jun came in this time, he almost didn't recognize him. Is this still Song Zhiqing's 'single' dormitory?

It feels so warm and homey now.

Even the curtains in the house have been replaced with light colors that ladies like, a brand new double bed has been replaced with a brand new red four-piece set, even the cover covering the sofa has become red, and the tiles have been polished.

“What a big change!

There were even artificial flowers placed on the dining table and beside the bedside table.

Song Zhiqing watched her stare at the flowers in a daze, and scratched his head in embarrassment, "I told my sister-in-law that you like flowers and plants, but you can't buy fresh ones this season, so you can only buy two pots of fake ones."

"It's okay, it's okay. I like them both real and fake, as long as they are flowers. Besides, I don't have a lot of them on my balcony."

Sun Jun was very touched that Shen Chun had such a heart, because others might not have bought fresh flowers this season because they couldn't find them. Shen Chun just bought fake ones. Not only did they hold up well, but the shape was also quite nice, but the color was a bit off. A bit ugly.

"As long as you like it, we'll stay here for a few days anyway."

The two of them came back quite early, and it was only half past seven when they got home. They simply packed up, changed their clothes, took a shower, and then sat in the living room and started checking the gift money.

Nowadays, the gifts are not very big. For ordinary people, the gifts may only cost one or two yuan.

But Song Zhiqing's people here are basically from the compound, or colleagues, and they all eat from the government, which is a bit more than usual.

Shen Chun's family gave a lot, Qian Jing, Song Zhiwei and his wife gave a lot; then Ling Ju's parents and the Yan family gave a lot.

The rest of the people basically live on five or six yuan.

After finally counting the money, there was more than 400 yuan in one pile, which was no small amount of money anymore.

After counting the gifts, they started to count the money given by the elders in the family. The meeting gifts and betrothal gifts given to Sun Jun by Song Qiangjun and Song Xiulan totaled 500 yuan. Song Zhiguo and Shen Chun gave Sun Jun another 200 yuan personally.

After laying out the counted money and putting it aside, Song Zhiqing stood up and said, "Wait a moment, I'll get something."

Sun Jun saw what he took out from the closet when he entered the bedroom, then walked out and put it next to her, "This is my bankbook. My salary over the years is in it. Here it is for you."

Sun Jun took it and looked carefully at the amount. It was more than two thousand five hundred. He was a little surprised and said, "You haven't touched much on your salary! Don't you usually spend money?"

Song Zhiqing smiled and said, "There is nothing to spend money on. We either eat at home or in the cafeteria, and my sister-in-law buys all the clothes for my brother and me, so I save money."

Sun Jun knew that Shen Chun was rich, but this was the first time she had seen her brother-in-law treat him like this.

But think about it, Song Zhiqing is the poorest of the three children in the Song family, and the spouses of the eldest and the third are extremely wealthy.

Sun Jun also put the bankbook on the table and looked at the money on the table. "I manage the money, no problem. I am better at managing money, but I am not humble about this. You also know my family background. My brother and sister-in-law have worked hard. I manage the family business well.

But I don’t care about how much you spend. I hope you spend more. Men should carry more money with them when they go out. From now on, I will give you thirty pocket money every month, and you can spend it on whatever you want. "

Song Zhiqing frowned, "Thirty is a bit too much, I can't spend that much."

Sun Jun chuckled, "Silly man, you're already married. You can't just wait for your sister-in-law to buy everything for you! We have our own small family, food, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. Even if we have tickets, there will always be times when we don't have enough. You have to spend money to buy it. It also costs money to buy some non-staple food or small items from time to time.”

"Okay, but I still think thirty is a bit much, twenty is enough."

Sun Jun knew that one bite would not make him fat, "Okay, twenty."

She took out 20 yuan from the cash and gave it to Song Zhiqing, "Put it away. I'll check it at the end of the month. If it's not all spent, I'll give you 25 yuan next month, and if it's not all spent, I'll give you 30 yuan."

"Ok."

Sun Jun put all the money in different denominations one by one, folded them up, and planned to keep only a little cash in his hand and deposit the rest in the bank.

After counting the money, I looked at the time. It was almost ten o'clock.

Sun Jun raised her head and found that Song Zhiqing had been staring at her. She suddenly felt a little uncomfortable...

I was busy counting money just now and forgot that tonight was their wedding night.

Song Zhiqing saw her embarrassment and stood up, "Go and wash your hands. Money is dirty. I'll make the bed."

Sun Jun watched Song Zhiqing enter the bedroom and quickly ran into the bathroom.

She washed her hands thoroughly with soap and looked at her blushing face in the mirror. She lamented that at her age, she was still shy about such things.

However, this was the first time for both of them, so Song Zhiqing was probably very nervous as well. But men are generally self-taught, so he should know it.

Sun Jun wiped his hands and walked out of the bathroom.

Entering the bedroom, I found that Song Zhiqing had already made the bed, and even turned off the headlights, leaving only a dim bedside lamp. The dimly lit room made people feel charming.

"Go to bed, it's getting late."

"okay."

Sun Jun slowly got into bed, got into the red quilt, and lay down with only his head exposed, looking at the ceiling.

There was still some soap in the quilt, and I remembered that these four-piece sets had also been washed before being laid out.

After a while, Song Zhiqing also got on the bed quickly. In an instant, a warm body full of male scent sent waves of heat to her.

She felt her throat was dry and swallowed.

Although the two of them had held hands and kissed twice before, they had only touched upon it briefly.

Now they were lying on the same bed, thinking about what was about to happen, both of them were very nervous, but looking forward to it.

After a while, she felt her hand being held by a big hand and slowly rubbing it.

But Song Zhiqing rubbed it for a long time without taking any next step. Sun Jun felt a little strange. He tilted his head to look at Song Zhiqing and found that his forehead was a little reflective under the dim light. "Why are you sweating? Are you hot?"

Song Zhiqing pursed his lips and thought for a long time before denying it, "It's not hot. I, I just haven't done it before. I'm a little nervous."

Seeing his aggrieved look, Sun Jun couldn't help but burst into laughter.

A tall and strong man in his forties actually sweated nervously on his wedding night because he had never done that before.

Is this still Song Zhiqing?

Sun Jun laughed so hard that she sat up in the end. Seeing her happy smile, Song Zhiqing also sat up and laughed with her, "You still laugh at me, laugh at me, who made you my sister!"

Sun Jun's shyness just now disappeared. She moved a little closer to Song Zhiqing and whispered, "Don't tell me that you have had no desires or desires for more than forty years?"

Song Zhiqing's face was a little red, but he still told the truth, "What, I, I have hands..."

"Then, don't use your hands now, you have a legal wife."

After Sun Jun finished speaking, she took off her pajamas and lay on the bed. She had to give Song Zhiqing some stimulation. Otherwise, this man is really like a piece of wood.

A large expanse of white skin was exposed in front of Song Zhiqing's eyes, in sharp contrast to the redness of the sheets.

Sun Jun's skin was very delicate, and he couldn't help but touch it gently with his big hands.

His eyes became darker and darker, stained with lust.

Finally, instinct overcame reason, and he took off his pajamas, then lowered his head and kissed Sun Jun's lips, tasting the sweetness.