husband and wife

Chapter 18

Although I feel that the smiles on the faces of my third brother and third sister-in-law are too bright, but she is still Yunying's unmarried daughter, and she doesn't like to joke about things between husband and wife. Song Xiaomei just glanced at them, and consciously led the two nieces to the kitchen to cook. After dinner, he also greeted the two little ones: "Three girls and three babies, the bastards next door are still waiting for you."

The four eyes immediately stared at Song Ziheng with sparkling eyes. Song Ziheng understood clearly, and pointed to the bag in front of the table. San Niu climbed down from him like a monkey. She opened the bag and grabbed a handful of caramel with ease. Swallowing it to the ground, she took Sanniu's hand, and the two children disappeared in the blink of an eye. At the same time, there was a burst of children's cheers not far from the courtyard.

Song Ziheng smiled and looked at Su Wan: "I am studying abroad alone, and my wife has worked hard at home alone."

Su Wan said politely: "Parents are loving, brothers and sisters-in-law are friendly, it's fun to accompany little sister to do housework on weekdays."

Song Ziheng raised his eyebrows, thinking that the eldest lady has changed her temper and started to experience the sufferings of the world?He didn't show it, he took his luggage and walked towards the house, and said: "I brought some gifts for the lady, I don't know if the lady likes it."

Su Wan tactfully followed and entered the room. The heavy wooden door closed automatically, taking away most of the light, and just rightly covered the surprise in Song Ziheng's eyes. He thought that his house would be too big if he didn't return home for more than a month. It has changed—except for the position of the bed, the arrangement of the room has changed drastically. Now the bed has also changed, with gauze curtains hung up and beaded curtains strung outside. It was an ordinary bed. He could hardly have imagined that this was the bed he was used to sleeping on; a lot of things were added to the room, beside the bed was a small table and chair of a shape he had never seen before, and a rocking chair was placed near the window where there was sunlight. There are two tables on the wall, one of which has a bronze mirror standing against the wall, and some exquisitely crafted boxes and dowry are neatly stacked on the table, while the other table is clean, except for a basin that is opened just right. There were no orchids, nothing; a string of wind chimes was hung on the window, and the window was open at this time, and the wind blew in, and the crisp bells rang faintly.

Before Song Ziheng withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, he glanced at Su Wan again. What he didn't expect was that his wife, whose ten fingers were not in the sun, had a bit of interest in life, and his father and brother also followed her to make trouble--he recognized, these The newly made tables and chairs are all handicrafts of his father and brother. The style is indeed a bit special, more exquisite and beautiful than usual, but his father and brother probably won't appreciate it. Things that are not practical are nonsense in their eyes.

But there's nothing wrong with messing around.

Song Ziheng came back to his senses and took out a box from his luggage. Su Wan took it. Although it was not as exquisite as the one on her table, it was not bad. of gardenia.

"Ziheng is shy in his pocket, and the gift is very simple. I hope the lady will not dislike it." When Song Ziheng said this, he finally lost his usual calmness, his eyes shone slightly, and his white face seemed to be stained with rouge.

Su Wan understood that it was the first time for this pseudonymous husband to buy things for a woman, just like those boys who entered underwear stores for the first time.Thinking of this, Su Wan couldn't help laughing. In the few contacts, Song Ziheng acted too maturely, almost making her forget that he is still a young man, no matter how sophisticated he is, there are things he can't understand.

Su Wan has rich experience, and she showed her love just right - she really likes this balm, the fragrance of gardenia is not strong, it is just right for summer, she almost can't wait to use it, and then she went to Song Ziheng raised his wrist, "Does it smell good?"

The water sleeve brushed over the tip of his nose, bringing a gust of fragrant wind. Song Ziheng felt itchy nose, resisted the desire to touch, looked at the undisguised joy on Su Wan's face, and felt a strange emotion in his heart. Wan's selection of gifts was just a gesture of friendship, knowing that his wife was spoiled and picky, and such a class would not catch her eyes, but Song Ziheng had a clear conscience, no matter what, he gave what he could.But how could she be so happy.

Song Ziheng suddenly felt that he could actually give more.

If Su Wan knew what he was thinking, she would definitely sigh, the man's sense of accomplishment.

(End of this chapter)