After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

An embarrassed smile appeared on Song Huiling's lips. Yang said, just don't take her with you.

But she would not take such dirty money as it would easily lead to divine punishment.

Seeing his wife and mother looking at him with suspicion, He Zhan's grievances turned into a sullen anger. He paused for a few seconds, trying to remain calm and said to Yang: "Mother, who do you think I am?"

Yang was still worried: "Ah Zhan, you are not going to advance the military pay again, are you?"

Song Huiling let go of his hand and sighed, "Isn't this just eating up the food that will be given to you in the future? It's fine if you advance it once or twice, but if it happens too often, I'm afraid the higher-ups will get angry."

He Zhan was extremely depressed that he was still questioned for giving money. He said in a cold tone: "This is the reward I got for my military merits. It comes from a legitimate source. You can rest assured."

"Military merit?" Yang couldn't keep calm for a moment, "Son, are you willing to risk your life for so much money?"

He Zhan didn't want to continue this topic, so he said carelessly, "Mom, do you think I'm going to risk my life?"

Yang walked around He Zhan suspiciously, and only felt relieved when she saw that he was standing tall and in high spirits. "Ah Zhan, it's getting late, so you should go to bed early. We can talk about it tomorrow."

Song Huiling thought that with A'mo's skills, he would not suffer any harm outside, so she temporarily suppressed her worries and followed Yang to prepare to return to the west room.

She slowly opened her mouth as she walked, and was interrupted by a stern voice in the middle of a yawn: "Where are you going?"

Song Huiling turned her head and met He Zhan's gaze. She pointed in the direction of the west room with a confused look in her eyes: "Of course, go back to the room and sleep."

"Your room is here." He Zhan raised his chin and pointed in the direction of the east room.

"No...I..." Song Huiling felt like thousands of horses were galloping out of her heart. She tugged at Yang's sleeve and said coquettishly, "Mom, I want to go back to the west room with you."

Yang thought of what Song Huiling said about him being killed in bed, and her cheeks suddenly felt hot again.

She didn't know how to explain this to her son, so she could only stare at He Zhan and said vaguely, "Hui Ling is weak, let's wait until she recovers."

What does it have to do with health?

He Zhan was stunned for a while, and suddenly realized the hidden meaning of his mother's words, and was speechless for a moment.

He raised his hand and pressed his throbbing eyebrows, and said with a headache: "Mom, you are really worrying too much."

Seeing Song Huiling's lifeless look, he had no interest in doing anything to her at all. He just simply didn't want to make her feel comfortable. The more she didn't want to live in the same room with him, the more he would not give in to her wishes.

Song Huiling pretended not to hear and took a step forward, but her neck suddenly tightened and her whole body froze. She shrank her head and looked over. He Zhan gave her a death stare: "Do you want to leave on your own, or do you want me to ask you to leave?"

Song Huiling wilted, her little face wrinkled in misery, she looked at Yang with a pout, winking at her frantically.

But Yang turned her eyes away, stamped her feet and said, "I can't intervene in the affairs between you two young couples, you should solve it yourselves!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and quickly went back to the west room and closed the door.

"Mom, don't close the door, I'm still outside!" Song Huiling's soft voice was filled with deep grievance, but the next moment, she heard the sound of Yang locking the door from inside.

Song Huiling stopped shouting instantly and complained fiercely in her heart that Yang was such a liar. She obviously couldn't control her own son, but she still lied that she could control He Zhan.

"Alright, alright, can't I just leave by myself?" Song Huiling struggled in He Zhan's hand and said unhappily.

He Zhan raised his eyes slightly, let go of Song Huiling, and watched her turn and walk towards the east room.

At the same time, Yang was sticking to the door panel and eavesdropping on the noise outside the house. When she heard the two people at the door seemed to have left, she tiptoed to the bed, muttering to herself.

Hui Ling, don't blame your mother. It's not reasonable for a newlywed couple to sleep in separate rooms. If they stay apart for too long, they won't be able to develop feelings for each other.

As soon as Song Huiling entered the room, He Zhan followed. She turned around, stared at him viciously, pointed her finger at him, and threatened: "If you dare to touch me, I will kill you!"

This level of warning had no deterrent effect on He Zhan. In fact, because Song Huiling's voice was naturally soft, his fierce and fierce appearance was actually somewhat cute.

He Zhan raised the corners of his lips slightly and couldn't help but chuckle.

"What are you laughing at? I'm serious!" Song Huiling was so angry that she raised her hand and pushed him hard, "You evil husband! You chased that kid Ah Mo away in the middle of the night!"

He Zhan grabbed the little hand that was restless on his chest, and with a little force, he pulled her into his arms. His other hand went around her and pressed against her fair and slender neck. He said in a low and cold voice, "If you curse again, do you believe I will chase you away too?"

Song Huiling felt a tingling sensation spreading from her neck to every corner of her body. He Zhan had clearly come in the cool night, but she did not feel the slightest bit of coolness on her body. Even the big palm against the back of her neck was emitting a scalding temperature that seemed to burn her skin.

She said nothing, pushed He Zhan away and walked towards the bed, but when she was about to take off her shoes and get on the bed, He Zhan reached out to stop her.

"What's wrong again?" Song Huiling raised his head, his tone filled with obvious impatience. Can't people sleep in the middle of the night?

He Zhan bent down and lifted up the sheets on the bed: "Wait, this bed is dirty."

Song Huiling narrowed her eyes in confusion, and looked from the head of the bed to the foot of the bed, back and forth several times, almost staring a hole in the bed, but she couldn't find where the dirt was.

Although A'mo was a dull kid, he was very clean and would not dirty his bed after just one day's sleep.

Just when she was at a loss for words, she suddenly heard He Zhan's voice: "I don't want another man to appear on this bed again!"

Divine gold! Song Huiling secretly rolled her eyes. It turned out that He Zhan had mysophobia. He was really seriously ill.

We are so poor, what else do we need to be particular about?

It's just a broken bed, who cares who sleeps on it?

Just don't sleep together!

Song Huiling stepped aside and watched He Zhan go crazy in silence. After he changed the bed sheets and made the bed, she climbed onto the bed without saying a word and shrank to the innermost side, wrapping herself in the only quilt on the bed.

Didn't He Zhan insist on sleeping with her? Then he'd just freeze to death!

Song Huiling moved very quickly, and He Zhan was a little uncomfortable for a moment, but she actually got on the bed so obediently.

Now it was his turn to feel uncomfortable. He just wanted to scare her and didn't really want to sleep in the same bed with her.

He Zhan stood there as if his feet were glued to the ground. Noticing that no one had come to lie down beside him, Song Huiling turned over, poked his head out from under the quilt, looked at He Zhan, and blinked in confusion: "Are you not capable of this?"