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Although she knew that the man was trying to sell miserably on purpose, Shen Mingzhu still couldn't control her heart and gave in.

"Okay, then tell me, and I'll listen."

"Let's go to bed and talk."

Shen Mingzhu:? ? ?

Facing Shen Mingzhu's cool eyes of "what are you talking about, are you looking for death", Pei Yang hurriedly explained: "What I mean is, let's go to bed and talk, just talk, I promise not to do anything else .”

Seeing Shen Mingzhu's expression of "Do you think I'm easy to deceive", Pei Yang lifted up his shirt directly.

"Look at my body, even if I want to do something, I'm powerless."

Shen Mingzhu stared at the man's flat, thin, skinny abdomen, and there was only one thought in her mind: I lost my six-pack abs?

Standing at the door of Pei Ziheng's room, looking at the bare bed, Shen Mingzhu turned her head and complained to the man, "There's not even a pillow."

"I'll get it!"

Seeing the man gently unscrewing the door of the master bedroom, and the back of the dog sneaking in, Shen Mingzhu couldn't help but smile secretly.

In order not to wake up Pei Ziheng on the bed, Pei Yang walked more cautiously than when crossing the minefield on the battlefield, and did not turn on the light. Using the moonlight outside the window, he first wrapped up his daughter-in-law's quilt and pillow, and then walked around to the other side of the bed. While taking the pillow, he deliberately didn't take the quilt.

After taking the things, Pei Yang turned around and walked out of the room lightly, closing the door, feeling relieved.

The moment the door was shut with a click, Pei Ziheng on the bed rolled over heavily.

In the second bedroom, Shen Mingzhu saw that the luggage beside the closet hadn't been sorted, so she tidied it up.

Not to mention tidying up, the clothes are all folded and just need to be sorted and put in the closet.

Pei Yang came in with his pillow and quilt in his arms, seeing his wife who was packing his luggage, his heart was so beautiful that it bubbled up.

After Shen Mingzhu finished packing her luggage, Pei Yang also spread out the pillows and quilt.

Seeing that there was only her own quilt on the bed, Shen Mingzhu looked at the man, "Where's your quilt?"

"Being suppressed by my son, I didn't take it because I was afraid of waking him up."

This explanation is reasonable, but Shen Mingzhu turned around and took a new thin quilt from the closet, "You cover this."

Pei Yang's eyes were as big as a bull's eye, "Where did it come from?"

"Your sister gave it to the internal benefits of the cotton spinning factory, which is two yuan cheaper than the outside ones. She bought one for me."

"..."

Two dollars!Is he short of the two dollars?
……

After the dream of sleeping in the same bed with his wife was shattered, Pei Yang stopped messing around, and honestly covered his new quilt and chatted with his wife about his experience of participating in search and rescue at sea.

Regarding the danger encountered, Pei Yang did not elaborate, but only briefly mentioned it.

But even if he didn't say anything, Shen Mingzhu could guess that his experience this time must be extremely dangerous. The injuries on his body, his thin body, and his pale complexion were enough to explain everything.

But he didn't want to say that the other person had returned safely, and she didn't want to delve too much into it.

"Then the search and rescue work on the Tai'an is over?"

"Ah."

Pei Yang's deep face showed sadness and sadness, "I have searched the sea area with a radius of nearly a thousand miles for the accident site, and it will be useless to search any further."

He even almost caught up with him and the entire search and rescue team.

If it hadn't been for a torrential rain, if it hadn't been for a yaw freighter that happened to pass there, he would really have stayed in the Pacific Ocean.

"Mingzhu, I've applied for a job transfer."

Lin Fuguo's original words were to ask him to come back and discuss with his wife before making a decision, but it would be strange for Pei Yang to listen.

After experiencing life and death, he doesn't want any career future now, he just wants his delicate and soft wife, and he just wants to watch her live a good life, and he doesn't go anywhere.

Shen Mingzhu looked at him in surprise, "When?"

Pei Yang was also looking at her, his eyes were gentle, "I won't leave when I come back this time, and I will work here from now on."

Regarding the transfer of the man, Shen Mingzhu was very happy in her heart, but she did not forget to tease, "Didn't you say that you love the profession of sailors and the feeling of being in the sea? Why did you suddenly give up?"

"Because I was ignorant before, and I didn't understand your worry and reluctance for me."

"Who is worried about not letting you go? I don't know how happy I am with my son every day when you are not here. My husband is not at home, and I earn money every month for me to spend. This is the life that many women dream of."

Shen Mingzhu rolled her eyes at him while talking, her eyes were full of coquettish charm, Pei Yang's heart seemed to be sparked and ignited.

He turned over and fell on top of Shen Mingzhu, his deep eyes seemed to suck Shen Mingzhu in.

Shen Mingzhu was tensed and nervous by his movements, "What are you doing?"

Pei Yang lowered his head to hold her lips, and let her know what he wanted to do to her with practical actions.

——There is no dividing line of the bridal chamber——

before the table.

Pei Ziheng rubbed his eyes sleepily while looking into his own room, "Where's mother?"

Pei Yang put the egg custard mixed with sesame oil and chopped green onion in front of him, "Your mother is still sleeping, eat quickly, and send you to school after eating."

Pei Ziheng stared at the egg custard in the bowl, his snow-white face was unlovable, "I don't want green onions, and mom mixes them with lard."

"...It is fragrant when you add chopped green onion and sesame oil. If you don't believe me, take a bite."

"I don't want it, I want to mix it with lard."

"..."

Pei Yang took a steamed bun and stuffed it in his hand, "Eat the steamed bun."

Pei Ziheng glared at him depressedly, his cheeks bulging like a puffer fish.

Seeing him like this, Pei Yang hurriedly raised his hand to rub his hairy head, and coaxed him in a nice voice: "Father won't put onions in the future, I'll mix lard for you."

Only then did Pei Ziheng pick up the steamed bun and gnaw it in satisfaction.

After breakfast, seeing that Pei Ziheng didn't wake up, Pei Yang simply hugged him and went out.

As soon as I went out, I met Feng Huiying who was also going out.

Seeing Pei Ziheng leaning on Pei Yang's shoulder with his head drooping, Feng Huiying joked with a smile: "Ah, Ziheng hasn't woken up yet? Children at this age are just sleepy, just like little piglets."

Pei Ziheng raised his little head unconvinced, "I'm not snoozing, but my parents quarreled. I tossed and tossed around in this room and that room all night, noisy..."

Pei Yang's big hand was like a rag that directly covered Pei Ziheng's entire face tightly.

"Children are ignorant and talk nonsense."

Feng Huiying teased, "Pei Yang, you have to pay attention to your body."

Pei Yang nodded politely and awkwardly, and hurried downstairs with his son in his arms.

After leaving the family home, Pei Yang wanted to teach his son not to talk nonsense in the future, but he turned around and found that his son had fallen asleep lying on his shoulder.

His eyes softened, and he subconsciously hugged his son a little tighter.

When they were about to arrive at school, the father and son met Pei Ziheng's head teacher, Ou Liya.

Knowing Pei Yang's identity, Ouliya briefly chatted with him about Pei Ziheng's studies at school, and then took the initiative to take over the task of sending Pei Ziheng to school from Pei Yang.

Ouliya didn't lead Pei Ziheng away, not because she didn't want to, but because Pei Ziheng didn't want to.

Pei Ziheng only holds his own mother when he leads women.

When approaching the school gate, Ouliya couldn't help but turned her head and glanced at Pei Yang's tall and straight figure.

"Ziheng, what does your father do?"

"Seaman."

"What about your biological mother?"

Pei Ziheng raised his pretty snow-white face and said seriously: "Mr. Ou, I only have a mother, who is closer than my biological mother."

Oulia smiled, didn't say anything more, but secretly scoffed in her heart: This rural woman is quite capable of coaxing children.