The Leisurely Countryside of the Farmer’s Daughter-in-law

  Chapter 547 Father and son meet for the first time

  Yang Cunren's face froze, his brother-in-law was so eager to walk, why did he feel that his feet were so heavy that he couldn't move? No one can understand the anxiety in his heart.

   As soon as Tan Anjun stepped into the main courtyard, Xiao Ruo came out from the side room, saw the master opened his mouth in surprise, and was about to salute, but was stopped.

   "Is your wife in the room?"

  Xiao Ruo nodded, and replied softly: "The madam is taking the third young master and the fourth young master to take an afternoon nap, and they may not have woken up yet."

  Tan Anjun heard the words, the soft light in his eyes flashed away, he waved his hand to make Xiao Ruo retreat, gently opened the door and walked in.

Yang Lan'er was wearing a sleeveless nightgown, laying on the bed sideways, teasing the babies face inward, when she heard the sound of the door opening behind her, she chuckled lightly: "Who is coming in? Is it your little sister Ruo, she came to call You two slobs are up."

   "Oh... ah..." The babies responded to their mother with their mouths open, their arms waving, and their calves shaking vigorously a few times.

  The babies have just finished taking a bath, and they feel comfortable and happy, but they feel a little hungry.

  Yang Lan'er suddenly felt a scorching sight behind her, as if it was going to burn her to death.

is it him?

   Is he here?

   Clutching his beating heart, he slowly turned around and sat up, looking ecstatically at the stunned man in front of him.

  He has darkened and lost weight, and his features are more handsome and three-dimensional, his figure is tall and straight, and his deep eyes make people sink at a glance.

   Tan Anjun pursed his thin lips, and called softly, "Lan'er."

   "Ayi." Yang Lan'er opened her arms and looked at him with a smile.

  The couple have been separated for more than half a year. They are usually busy with their own affairs and have no time to think too much. Now that they see each other, they realize that they miss each other like crazy.

   Needless to say much, the two understand each other's friendship.

  Tan Anjun's eyes showed pampering, he hurried forward and hugged his longing little wife into his arms, lowered his head and let his head roguely hang on her shoulders, the fragrance of beautiful hair lingered in his nose.

Yang Lan'er supported the big stupid bear with all her strength, grabbed his clothes tightly to stabilize her body, buried her face in his chest and listened to his heartbeat, following his heartbeat, inexplicably made her feel tranquility.

   After a long time, Tan Anjun let go of his little wife, looked at her smiling lips, and chuckled contentedly.

   Patted her on the shoulder lightly, sighed and said jokingly: "You are still the same as before."

  Yang Lan'er chuckled lightly and said, "I'm the mother of four children, and I'm still the same as before? You go wash up first, and change your clothes."

  Come here all the way, full of dust and sweat, although she doesn't hate it, but the babies don't like it. It's better to drive this father to wash up.

  Tan Anjun looked around the room. There is no special bathroom, which is very inconvenient. He took his wife's hand and said with a smile: "My wife, I want to go into the space to wash, is it okay?"

   "Go and see if the door latch is ready?" Yang Lan'er said coquettishly.

   Tan Anjun happily checked the doors and windows, leaned over to his little wife, and said softly, "It's all closed."

  Yang Lan'er was sitting on the bed with Sambo in her arms, and looked at the darkened man with a half-smile.

   Tan Anjun was uncomfortable being watched by his little wife, and sweat was protruding from his forehead. He didn't know whether it was caused by heat or nervousness.

   Sibao lying on the bed, with clear black eyes, was looking curiously at the black man in front of him.

   "He is our fourth son, whose baby name is Sibao."

Seeing Sibao gnawing his fist and looking at him with ignorant eyes, Tan Anjun felt soft and confused. This is his son, although he is far from the daughter he expected, but his own Flesh hurts itself.

  (end of this chapter)