Profligate rich second-generation heir Li Qingming transmigrated.
He became a vegetative patient. His family used half a bag of cornmeal to get him a wife, ostensibly for "good luck."...
The two left cursing.
After returning home, he scolded Wang Dahua again.
The next day.
Sun Jiaxue got up early and tied the windproof hand guards that she had sewn yesterday to the handlebars of the bicycle.
"Brother Mingqing, come over and try it out to see if it fits you and if it's convenient for you to ride?"
"What my wife does is naturally appropriate."
Li Mingqing smiled and reached his hand in to try it out. It was just right.
"It's not even winter yet, and the hand guards are already tied up. What will we do when the time comes?"
"It's cold in the morning, so your hands won't get cold."
"I gave you this potion. Rub it on your hands after washing them every day to prevent them from freezing and chapped."
"Yeah, I wipe it every day and I don't feel uncomfortable at all."
As she spoke, she stretched out her white and tender little hands to show him.
These hands are as beautiful as water chestnuts.
He held her soft, boneless little hand and said, "It's so beautiful, why is it so cold?"
His big palm could cover both of her palms.
"I just got wet and it warmed me up pretty quickly."
Li Mingqing held her hands in both of his and warmed them carefully.
Not only were her hands warm, but her whole body was warm.
After breakfast, Li Mingqing rode his bike to work in town.
"Brother Mingqing, come back soon and be safe."
Sun Jiaxue would say this every time he left.
"Okay, when you're free at home, go chat with mom and sister-in-law."
Yang Daya came out to pour water and saw this scene. They hadn't seen each other for just a few hours, but it felt like ten days or half a month. They were not a newlywed couple, so how could they be so affectionate and inseparable?