The children looked at the dumplings and then at their father, hoping that their father could notice some clues.
"So many dumplings left?" Qin Zheng waved his hand, "I'll make fried dumplings for you at noon!"
Children: ...
Qin Ting had no hope for food and was worried that the atmosphere would be dull, so she mentioned that she had dreamed of Guanyin Bodhisattva last night.
It didn't matter that the whole family had the same dream.
In the dream, Guanyin Bodhisattva told everyone that Qin Yunjiao wanted to harm him and asked him to be careful.
This is very strange.
However, ever since he could hear An An's inner voice, strange things have become normal in this family.
Everyone said "this is very strange", but they all knew in their hearts that An An must have done it.
As a result, a scene even stranger than the "Guanyin dream" appeared in the family. The children thought their parents didn't know An An's magical side. Qin Zheng and Feng Jingrou both thought they were the only ones who could hear An An's inner voice, and they both wanted to keep An An a secret, and no one said anything clearly.
Qin Anan sat on her small Huanghuali wood chair, looking at her nose and heart, and lowering her head to look at the beautiful tiger-head shoes on her feet. It seemed as if everything had nothing to do with her.
[Being a child has its advantages! ]
[No one doubts that I did it!]
[I just don't know if my father will accept my advice and start his business.]
Qin Li realized it belatedly, and suddenly shuddered, staring at Qin Anan in disbelief: The female ghost last night, oh no, the female Bodhisattva turned out to be my younger sister?
If he had known this earlier, he wouldn’t have fainted!
As a result, his father dragged him to wash the quilt all morning this morning, and the whole village came to watch.
First the adults in the village gathered around to watch, and then the children from various families came to look for their parents, and saw their idolized brother Li washing the urine-soaked quilt... That scene...
Qin Li lowered his head and rubbed his hands. From the rest of his life, the happiness of this world would have nothing to do with him.
After dinner, Feng Jingrou took Qin Zheng’s hand, pulled him into the bedroom, and locked the door.
Qin Zheng smiled and said, "Wife, it's still daytime. Why don't you just be patient and wait until nightfall..."
"Don't let your imagination run wild!" Feng Jingrou blushed, interrupting his improper thoughts. "I'm going to ask you a question, and you must answer me honestly."
Seeing his wife's serious expression, Qin Zheng quickly became serious.
"Well, ask." He nodded seriously, but his hand reached out to his wife's waist and held it tightly.
In their world of two, he always couldn't help wanting to be close to his wife.
Feng Jingrou held down his dishonest hand and asked, "Have you heard any strange noises since you returned home?"
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