The Little Wife of the 70s Was Teased! The Black-Bellied Officer Lost Control With Red Eyes

Upon transmigration, Yu Xiangnian became a shrew in a military family compound during the 1970s. Her husband didn't love her, "her" children weren't close to her, and the neighbors ...

Chapter 417 Gloves

Cheng Jingmo quickly advised, "Don't bring too many. Nian Nian said we should be gentle with her, otherwise she'll be scared away. Just bring one at a time."

After listening to this, Yu Xiangyang suddenly understood.

No wonder!

This time, he sent a large box of fruit to Wen Qiuning, which scared her. She had nothing to give him in return, so she felt burdened.

I'll give less next time, it's just... it's too troublesome to carry one at a time!

Yu Xiangyang was no longer angry and kicked Cheng Jingmo out of the room again.

Although he was not angry, he wanted to save face.

What Wen Qiuning said made him feel very embarrassed, and he hadn't been to the bookstore for the past few days.

When Wen Qiuning returned home that night, Wen Qin happily told her, "Ningning, I found a job!"

Wen Qiuning was surprised, "What are you going to do?"

"Nanny!" Wen Qin said, "She goes in the morning and comes back in the afternoon. She's responsible for washing clothes, cleaning, and providing lunch!"

The employer already has a live-in nanny who is responsible for buying groceries and cooking, so Wen Qin does other housework and is paid 18 yuan a month.

Wen Qiuning smiled and said, "That's good."

Wen Qin can't sit still. She has mentioned many times that she wants to go out and find a job, and now she finally found one.

It is now the end of February and we will officially start work in March.

Eighteen dollars a month, although not much, can greatly reduce the financial burden on the family.

At night, the two of them were lying in bed when Wen Qin suddenly asked, "Ningning, did you know Yu Xiangyang is back?"

Wen Qiuning's tone was normal, "I don't know."

From that day on, Yu Xiangyang never came to see her again.

This is the best!

Wen Qin said, "School is about to start, so I should be back."

Wen Qiuning replied: "Just leave it there, it won't go bad."

In order to thank Yu Xiangyang, Wen Qin specially made a pair of insoles for him.

She couldn't give him anything else, so she could only do this kind of handicraft.

Perhaps sensing Wen Qin's thoughts, Yu Xiangyang came home the next night.

He wasn't going to the bookstore, he was coming to see Wen Qin at home.

Wen Qiuning returned home less than ten minutes after sitting there.

She saw Yu Xiangyang was stunned.

Unexpected, and a little bit of secret joy.

She knew she shouldn't be happy, but the feeling was out of control.

She didn't want Wen Qin to notice what happened between her and Yu Xiangyang, so she smiled as usual, "Yu Xiangyang, you're here."

Yu Xiangyang glanced at her and said, "Just arrived."

Wen Qin looked very happy. "Look, Xiangyang just arrived in Beijing today and came to visit us."

Wen Qiuning smiled and said to Xiangyang, "Thank you, you've worked hard."

Yu Xiangyang turned around and continued chatting with Wen Qin, "Auntie, are those fruits edible?"

Wen Qin said, "It's edible, but it costs you money."

"Fruits are not expensive." Yu Xiangyang asked, "What kind do you like to eat?"

"I'm fine with either. Ningning likes eating sugarcane."

Yu Xiangyang’s inner thoughts: Wen Qiuning really likes sweet food.

Wen Qiuning: “…”

She didn't like to eat it, but she tried hard to eat it because she felt sorry for Wen Qin's teeth.

However, she didn't interrupt the whole time, just sat by the fire and listened to them talk.

It was already getting late, and after Yu Xiangyang and Wen Qin chatted for more than twenty minutes, he was ready to go back.

"Xiangyang, wait a moment."

Wen Qin went to the bedroom and took out a bag, "Auntie made this herself, please don't dislike it."

Yu Xiangyang took the bag, opened it, and took out the things inside.

Wen Qiuning grabbed her pants with her fingers hanging down at her sides.

Yu Xiangyang first took out a pair of insoles.

Wen Qin said, "Size 43."

Yu Xiangyang laughed, "Auntie, how did you know I wear size 43 shoes?"

Wen Qin also laughed, "You can tell how many insoles I have made in my life by looking at them."

“Thank you, Auntie!”

Yu Xiangyang took out the second item, a pair of gloves.

"Auntie, you are so thoughtful. I just happened to be in need of a pair of gloves!"

Wen Qin's expression changed. "Ah... That's great. It's best if you need it."

Yu Xiangyang put the insoles back into the bag, put on gloves and wrapped a scarf around his neck.

Wen Qiuning looked at the scarf wrapped around Yu Xiangyang's head and neck and felt like laughing.

He also tied a knot in front of his neck, which reminded Wen Qiuning of the mother hen in the comic strip.

Big-headed chicken mother!

Wen Qiuning bit her lips tightly to prevent herself from laughing.

"Auntie, classmate Wen..., I'm going back. Goodbye!" Yu Xiangyang said with only his face exposed.

The two of them sent Yu Xiangyang downstairs. Only when they saw Yu Xiangyang riding away on his bicycle did Wen Qiuning burst into laughter.

Wen Qin was surprised, "What are you laughing at?"

Wen Qiuning's voice was filled with laughter. "Yu Xiangyang looks very funny."

Wen Qin walked back and said, "There are so many people working in the fields with turbans wrapped around their heads, but I haven't seen you smile."

Wen Qiuning followed behind him, "Those people are not like him."

Wen Qin paused, "Did you buy those gloves?"

She had clearly only packed a pair of insoles in the bag, and was stunned when she suddenly saw a pair of gloves.

Wen Qiuning had already thought of an excuse. She said, "A pair of insoles is a bit too expensive, so I bought a pair of gloves instead."

She originally put them secretly into the bag, letting Yu Xiangyang think that Wen Qin gave them to him. Who knew that he would open the bag in front of them and take out each one to look at them!

Fortunately, Wen Qin didn't let the secret slip.

Wen Qin said, "Yes, a pair of insoles is a bit shabby."

Yu Xiangyang rode a bicycle wearing gloves, and his hands finally felt no longer cold.

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