The wife of Xiangjiang boss who disappeared for ten years is back

Chapter 45 I moved my great-grandfather’s grave from Babao Mountain~
When it was eleven o'clock, Song Yi urged her to go to rest again.

"You're not well yet, don't stay up all night, just leave the rest to me."

Fang Zongtang didn't want to yawn. He just wanted to sleep after taking the medicine.

After ten o'clock, she could hardly keep her eyes open, and she was able to last until eleven o'clock, all thanks to the idea of ​​preparing things for grandpa.

"Okay, I really can't stand it anymore, you should go to bed early too. If you don't do a few things, Grandpa won't be so greedy to ask us for it."

Song Yi smiled and took her hand and sent her into the house.

"Go to bed early."

She closed her eyes, plunged into the quilt, and said vaguely: "You should go to bed early too."

Song Yi stood at the door and watched for a while. Seeing that she was asleep, he walked over, helped her take off her shoes, covered her with a thin quilt, and looked at her quietly by the bed for a while before leaving.

When Fang Zongtang got up at night, he saw that the kitchen light was still on, so he turned his head and glanced at the wall clock in the living room.

It's past two o'clock, still not asleep?

When she passed by, Song Yi was still busy in the kitchen, as if he was tireless, his movements were smooth and smooth, and he didn't mean to be sleepy at all.

"Why aren't you asleep?" she asked, yawning.

Song Yi's hand sifting through the filter stopped, and turned around with a smile.

"Grandpa's death day can't be sloppy, wait until I'm done before going to bed."

She turned her head to look at the dough on the chopping board, blinked her eyes, and became more awake.

"You don't intend to steam the steamed buns now, do you?"

Song Yi turned around to hide his discomfort.

"It's too early to make the face. If you don't do it now, it will be sour tomorrow morning and it won't taste good."
Fang Zongtang frowned, this person~
"If it is sour, it will be sour. Even if it is stinky, as long as we prepare it carefully, my great-grandfather likes to eat it. Now turn off the fire and go back to sleep!"

Song Yi still wanted to persevere, but Fang Zongtang glared at him, put down the filter in his hand, and turned off the fire on the stove.

"Okay, listen to you!"

Fang Zongtang hummed in satisfaction, turned and walked out.Before entering the house, he glanced at Song Yi behind him and saw him taking off his apron and turning off the light, and then entered the house.

No dream all night, wake up with singing birds and fragrant flowers, today is a fine weather.

Fang Zongtang chose a relatively low-key lavender dress with handmade pearls. He still wore yesterday's black and white spliced ​​sneakers. He simply put his hair up and fixed it behind his head with a rubber band.

She used to have short hair, and she didn't know what she had been doing for ten years, but she was able to grow the long hair she hated the most.

Thinking about finding time to cut it, Song Yi came in.

"I have something important to tell you."

Fang Zongtang glanced at Song Yi's chin: "What's the matter?"

Song Yi: "Say it first, you can't be angry."

She can't make this promise.

"What are you talking about first?" She walked out the door in a few steps.

The table in the living room is full of old-fashioned pastries, as well as tributes such as chicken, duck and fish.

Song Yi knew it was useless to argue, so he told the truth.

"I moved my great-grandfather's grave from Babao Mountain to Zhaixing Mountain."

Fang Zongtang felt his mind buzzing and went blank for two seconds.

"What did you say? Tell me again?"

Song Yi hurriedly explained: "Zhaixing Mountain has been counted by a famous master. It is a treasured place of geomantic omen. The people buried there are either rich or noble. I bought a large area specially to ensure that no one will disturb my grandpa's cleanliness."

She looked at the speaker in disbelief, did she care about geomantic treasures?
Is rich or expensive?

"You didn't even wait for me to come back to discuss it before you moved a place for my great-great-grandfather. What if I come back to pay homage to my great-great-grandfather and still can't find my great-grandfather?"

This is what she cares about!
　The sixth chapter begins again, rush to the duck!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)