Wen Qiao seemed to have figured something out, and she asked Shen Jichuan with a smile.
"What? What did he say that offended you?"
Shen Jichuan snorted, took off his coat, and hung it up.
“He came up and said, ‘I’m your father-in-law,’ and even called me ‘uncle’…”
Wen Qiao, who was about to pick up her water glass to drink, suddenly burst out laughing.
"There seems to be something wrong with his eyes."
“However,” Wen Qiao said, walking up to Shen Jichuan with her water glass, and said with a soft laugh, “By the way, weren’t you originally my father-in-law?”
"Warm buckwheat".
Shen Jichuan spoke in a low, serious voice, as if he were angry.
Wen Qiao immediately stopped laughing.
Then she said softly and weakly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have joked with you."
Older men don't like being the subject of jokes, especially jokes about their age.
Wen Qiao also felt that she had become a little arrogant from being spoiled.
How could she forget the first time she met Shen Jichuan, when his eyes were cold and indifferent, like the King of Hell?
It makes people feel fear and panic.
She didn't dare to look Shen Jichuan in the eye.
When he gets serious, his eyes can be quite frightening.
Wen Qiao turned to leave, but Shen Jichuan grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.
He said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so serious with you."
Are you afraid of me?
He didn't need to ask; he knew that Wen Qiao's eyes just now were filled with fear of him.
He actually toned down his seriousness a lot at home, but occasionally it would unintentionally show some of it.
He knew that Wen Qiao was just joking with him when she said that.
He instinctively wanted to remind him not to make such jokes.
But then I thought, Wen Qiao is just a young girl in her early twenties.
If she met a young man of the same age, she would definitely be able to joke around and play around with him.
"I'll change my temper from now on, don't get angry."
Wen Qiao explained softly.
"I didn't mean to say that about you, and I didn't think you were old. I just said it casually. I'm sorry, I won't say things like that again."
Shen Jichuan held her in one arm and touched her face with the other.
The man was wearing military trousers and a dark green short-sleeved shirt; he was tall and imposing.
A face with sharp features, eyes lowered.
He looked at Wen Qiao, whose height was just up to his chest.
Wen Qiao tilted her chin up, her round, bright eyes now filled with a few drops of moisture.
She explained softly.
Shen Jichuan leaned down and kissed her lips.
"Go back inside and close the door. You can shout whatever you want, but you're not allowed to say anything outside."
It's not that I don't like being told about the age gap.
Rather, he was afraid of people finding out that Wen Qiao was taken from his adopted son.
To be honest, Wen Qiao was indeed his daughter-in-law in name only, but now she's his wife.
Wen Qiao muttered under her breath, "Who closes the door and screams like that?"
As she spoke, Wen Qiao released Shen Jichuan.
After lunch, Shen Jichuan went back to his office to work and returned very early in the afternoon.
After he returned, he was particularly diligent, washing all the children's and Wenqiao's clothes clean and hanging them out to dry in the yard.
After Su Mei left, there was a lot more chores to do at home.
Lü Yazhi wanted to go out and earn money, but she still had three children at home.
She couldn't bear to leave her daughter to take care of alone, so she also had to work at home.
After washing the clothes, the man rolled up his sleeves and mopped the floor.
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