Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 12 It's fucking amazing!

When the wedding date is set, Wen Wan's top priority during this period is to stay at home and embroider the dowry, her own wedding dress and shoes, and outfits for her fiancé and future in-laws.

It was snowing outside, and it was white everywhere, and when the wind blew, it was bitingly cold.

A kang was burned in Wen Wan's room, and a rabbit fur blanket was covered on her legs. It was a rabbit that Father Song had killed himself. After peeling the skin, Song Wei sent it to the county town to process it. It had been sent along with the betrothal gift. It's just that Wen Wan wasn't willing to cover it, fearing that it would be damaged if it was torn, but it was too cold today, so she took it out as a last resort.

Putting down the embroidery tensioner, Wen Wan put her hands to her mouth and rubbed them together in a breath. Just as she was about to pick it up and continue to embroider, she heard voices coming from outside.

"It's so cold today, the road is not easy to walk, right? Why didn't Saburo pick a good day to come? Stop sticking around outside and go inside. I'll boil water and make you a cup of hot tea to warm your stomach."

It was Zhou's voice.

Immediately afterwards, Song Wei gave a soft "hmm", "Thank you, mother-in-law."

"My family, why are you being polite to me?" Mrs. Zhou took the man to the main room, greeted him and sat down, seeing that he brought a lot of gifts, he was satisfied, and said politely, "Come as soon as you come. Bring so many things, don’t you see yourself outside?”

"It's the Chinese New Year pig that was just killed today. I'll give some meat to my father-in-law and mother-in-law to try. —By the way, father-in-law isn't home?"

Mrs. Zhou said: "My uncle's family also butchered a pig today. He went to help. Sanlang hasn't eaten yet, right? You sit down for a while, and I'll cook for you right away."

Song Wei shook his head, "I ate before coming here, mother-in-law doesn't have to work."

Zhou laughed dryly, "Then I'll boil some water for you to make tea."

When going out, Mrs. Zhou called Wen Wen who was playing in the snow outside, and ordered, "Go and call your eldest sister, and tell her that your brother-in-law is here."

She curled her lips meekly and dissatisfied, "I didn't bring me delicious food, so I won't go!"

Zhou gave him a palm, "Little brat, why can't I bear you to death?"

Wen Wen suffered from pain, knelt down and squeezed a hard snowball, stood up and threw it at Wen Wan's door, shouting loudly, "Little dumb, your fiance is here!"

Zhou's face darkened, afraid that Song Wei in the main room would hear it, so she hurriedly covered her meek mouth.

Song Wei naturally heard it, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a coolness in his eyes that was beyond calm.

The sound of "dong" on the wooden door pulled Wen Wan's thoughts back, she lifted the blanket under the heating bed, pushed the door and walked out.

The snowball thrown by Wen Shun had already smashed into pieces, leaving a messy watermark on the door, covered with some snow.

Her gentle gaze moved from the door to Mrs. Zhou, questioning.

Even if he couldn't speak, and couldn't open his mouth to reprimand Wen Wen, there was absolutely no reason to let things go.

Five or six years old, the age to pick up and say something, if Zhou hadn't called her that more than once, how could she come here casually?

Song Wei had already walked out of the main room, watching the scene in the courtyard, silent.

Embarrassed, Zhou said with a smile, "Wanniang, Shunzi is still young, he doesn't know how to speak and do things properly, don't be as knowledgeable as him, I will definitely deal with him later."

Just as Mrs. Zhou finished speaking, two balls of snow flew from the courtyard wall, one hit Zhou on the back of the neck, and the other hit Meek's ass.

The strength is quite strong, and the meekness hurts so much that I want to scold my mother.

Mrs. Zhou frowned, turned around, and faced Song Yuanbao's smiling face astride the courtyard wall.

What is this little brat?
The words that Zhou was about to scold people were swallowed back in his stomach in an instant, and the corners of his mouth were pulled, "It's Yuanbao, it's here, why don't you go into the house? You're still climbing so high, you fall carefully."

After finishing speaking, he nudged Wen Wen with his elbow, "Go get Yuan Bao a ladder and step on it."

Wen Shun was so angry that he couldn't stand still.

Song Wei walked over with his hands behind his back, looked at Mrs. Zhou, and returned the original words, "Yuan Bao is used to beating Xiaoye, and there are no rules in how he behaves. Mother-in-law doesn't need to be as knowledgeable as him. When I go back, my son-in-law will definitely teach him well."

"..." Zhou choked hard.

Meek and unyielding, she grabbed Zhou Shi, "Mother, Song Yuanbao hit me, why didn't you scold him for me?"

"Shut up!" Mrs. Zhou dragged Wen Shun into the stove and asked him to help add firewood and boil water.

Song Yuanbao jumped off the stone courtyard wall, hopped up to Song Wei, glanced at Wen Wan who was standing outside the door not far away, and asked his father, "Father, what shall I call her from now on?"

Song Wei asked without answering, "Did you return all the books I taught you to read?"

Song Yuanbao picked his fingers and rubbed against Wen Wan's side. He was not in a hurry to speak, as if he was doing psychological construction, his little face was flushed, and after a while, he stretched out his little hand to pull Wen Wan's hand, his mouth was soft and waxy He called out loudly, "Mother."

Wen Wan: "...?!"

The petrified petrified appearance made Song Wei's previous coldness fade away, and a smile stained his eyes, "Don't you like him calling you that?"

It's not right to nod gently, and it's not true to not nod, with a look of dumbfounding.

She was only 15 years old, and she had a seven-year-old son who followed behind her butt all day and called her mother?
Before getting engaged, she always regarded Song Yuanbao as her younger brother...

Song Yuanbao took advantage of the situation and rubbed his head against Wen Wan's arm, that look was more like his own than his own.

Mrs. Zhou boiled water and made tea, and invited Song Wei and Wen Wan to sit in the room.

Not long after, Father Wen finished helping and went home.

Hearing that Song Wei was coming, he quickly washed his hands and went in to accompany the guests.

Before Wen's father came, the Zhou family had been trembling. After all, Song Wei was a man of learning. When talking to him, he had to think over every word before he could say it. He was afraid that something inappropriate would make him laugh.

This put a lot of psychological pressure on Zhou.

After finally waiting for Father Wen to come, Mrs. Zhou finally breathed a sigh of relief, let them sit down, and said that she would marinate all the meat.

Wen Wan thought, there are some conversations between men, she may not be suitable for listening to this little girl, so she came out with Mrs. Zhou, but she didn't intend to help pickle the meat. Take out the pair of shoes and prepare them for Song Wei when he is about to leave and quietly give them to him, let him take them back and try on his feet first, if they don't fit, there is still time to change them.

……

When the adults were talking in the room, Song Yuanbao took the initiative to ask to join Meek's snowman team. Under Meek's refusal, he expressed his respect and enthusiasm for the elders with a cry of "little uncle". With respect and enthusiasm, he made a snowman for his two-year-old uncle.

Wen Shun looked at the snowman portrait of his "true self" with a fat head and pig-eared pig's nostrils in front of him, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Song Yuanbao, with his tongue full of lotus flowers, used his ability to flirt with horses, emphatically praised the great spirit of pigs willing to eat and grow, and praised this pig statue like heaven and earth.

"……"docile.

Swearing at people as a pig can still make people feel convincing, it's so fucking amazing!

(End of this chapter)