Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 17

Song Wei's strong arms wrapped around Wen Wan's waist, forcing her to lean towards him.

A night of tenderness brought the distance between the two of them closer.

Without the shyness before last night, it seems that even breathing has become much smoother.

Wen Wan is a very easy to satisfy person, as long as Song Wei treats her well, she will try her best to be a good housekeeper, not to cause trouble for him, and not to become his burden.

Not long after, Song Yuanbao knocked on the door, "Father, mother, breakfast is ready!"

Wen Wan couldn't change her relationship with Song Yuanbao for a while, so this "mother" made her feel uncomfortable in her heart.

Song Wei saw it, and smiled, "It's okay, you'll get used to it after a few more calls."

After all, due to her seniority, Yuan Bao couldn't let Yuan Bao call her by her first name like before.

Wen Wan pushed open the door, and saw her sister-in-law Song Fang standing in the yard sifting beans with a dustpan. She was a little embarrassed, and strode up to Song Fang, intending to take over the work and do it herself.

Song Fang didn't let her go, and took a closer look at the little sister-in-law. I heard that Wen Wan was 16 years old, the same age as her, but she looked much younger than her.

Song Fang asked with a smile: "Sister-in-law San stayed at our house the first night, are you used to it?"

Before waiting for a gentle response, Song Wei's voice came from behind, "It's early in the morning, are you going to interrogate the prisoner?"

Song Fang stuck out her tongue resentfully, straightened her face, and said to Wen Wan: "Mother said, the third brother and the third sister-in-law are newly married, so it's okay to sleep a little longer. The breakfast is warming on the stove, go and eat!"

Wen Wan glanced at Song Fang.

Song Fang didn't understand what she meant.

Song Wei helped explain, "Your sister-in-law is asking, have you eaten?"

Song Fang was stunned, and hurriedly said: "My parents have eaten and gone to the ground, and I have eaten too, but the ingots have not been eaten yet, and they said they will wait for you to come together!"

Song Wei nodded, "Since Yuan Bao is waiting, then Wanwan will go first, and I will follow."

Having been brothers and sisters for so many years, Song Wei had already seen that Song Fang had something to say to him alone.

After Wen Wan went to the stove house, Song Fang approached Song Wei and lowered her voice, "Third brother, did the Wen family lie about their age? This sister-in-law is really the same age as me? Looks younger than me, you are really cruel , pick tender grass to gnaw, the old scalper in our circle is not as good as you, it still knows what it means..."

Song Wei: "Is your mother too busy recently to think about seeing someone else for you?"

"...Hey, don't tell me, good brother, I owe you a lot. Your lord has a lot, so just treat it as my nonsense, okay?"

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The Song family's kitchen is a bit big, and there is a table for eating inside.

When Wen Wan entered, Song Yuanbao was already sitting inside.

From the default sibling relationship to a mother-child relationship, the little guy seems to need to adapt, so seeing Wen Wan appear at the Song family's dinner table, he yelled "mother" a little awkwardly.

Wen Wan can understand Song Yuanbao.

Let alone a child, she herself felt uncomfortable.

But Song Wei said, the seniority is there, and Yuan Bao, a junior, can't do anything wrong, and he still has to shout what should be shouted, and one day, everyone will come along.

The breakfast is made by my mother-in-law, a basket of white flour steamed buns, a pot of white rice porridge, and a plate of fried bamboo shoots.

The Song family's conditions are good, the porridge is made of pure white rice, which is thick and fragrant, unlike the Wen's family, which has sweet potatoes mixed in, and they can't eat a few meals of pure rice throughout the year.

Putting the warm porridge and steamed buns on the stove to the table, Wen Wan sat down, seeing Song Yuanbao biting the spoon and staring at herself, she cast a puzzled look.

Song Yuanbao rolled his eyes cunningly, and suddenly cheered, "In order to celebrate the wedding of my parents, I decided today..."

Before he finished speaking, he was intercepted by Song Wei who came in outside, "You want to skip class again?"

Song Yuanbao, whose little thoughts were exposed, muttered, "Can't I take a day off on the day of great joy?"

"If I remember correctly, you didn't go out all day yesterday."

"But the master taught me those things, and my ears can almost hear cocoons." Song Yuanbao continued to mutter, but his voice was much softer than before, obviously afraid of Song Wei's seriousness.

Song Wei opened the armchair and sat down, "Okay, since you are familiar with the three hundred thousand, then stay at home today, copy "The Analects of Confucius", and I will test you tonight."

Song Yuanbao: "...I haven't seen you for a day, and I suddenly miss Master Yan a lot."

(End of this chapter)