He stretched out his hand, tugged at his waist, and pulled it down until it was almost touching his nose.
This time, she took the initiative to stick to it.
When we separated,
Both of them were breathing heavily.
Jiang Yuman tapped his lips with her finger and said, "I do like it a little bit."
Fu Jingchen grabbed her and pulled her hand back.
Staring at him with a somewhat dangerous look, Jiang Yuman wondered if he had gone a little too far.
The man looked at her with eyes as if he wanted to eat her up.
Well, at this time, Fu Haitang went out to eat.
She coughed and quickly got up and said, "Hey, it's time to eat."
For some reason I felt like I had escaped from a dangerous situation.
Sit at the dinner table.
Fu Haitang looked at Fu Jingchen, puzzled, "Brother, it's not winter yet, why are you wearing a scarf?"
This apron looks quite thick, isn't he feeling hot?
These words attracted the attention of Fu's mother and Fu Wangshan.
They were busy serving the dishes and hadn't noticed it yet.
"Cold." Facing everyone's gaze, Fu Jingchen looked normal.
Jiang Yuman caught a glimpse of the expressions on Fu's mother and others' faces, and her eyes twitched.
Is he still cold? Normally it's like a volcano.
Fu Haitang choked and subconsciously glanced at Fu's mother.
"Is this Manman's weaving clothes?" Fu's mother understood instantly and asked with a smile.
"Yeah." Fu Jingchen nodded.
Except for Jiang Yuman, his expression was indifferent in front of everyone.
However, no one knows a son better than his mother. Mother Fu could see that her son was happy beneath his calm appearance.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have come out wearing a scarf.
This is to tell the old couple how good their daughter-in-law is.
When Fu's mother thought about all this, she remembered the word "㱕" on the quilt and couldn't help but feel even more delighted.
He praised Jiang Yuman, "Manman is really clever and thoughtful. Look how good this weaving is."
Fu Haitang listened to her mother's exaggerated words and tilted her head to take a closer look.
Hmm, the weave is indeed quite even.
Fu Wangshan looked relieved.
He didn't say anything at the dinner table, but turned around and said to Fu Jingchen outside the house: "Your wife is so busy at ordinary times, and she always thinks of you. You should always think of her well in your heart."
"I know." Fu Jingchen knew it in his heart without asking his father to say more.
From the moment Jiang Yuman followed him to the countryside, she was not only his wife, but also his guiding light.
"Well, we have to go to the market to buy wheat seeds tomorrow, so you should get up early."
"good."
Both father and son were taciturn. After saying these words, Fu Jingchen went back to the house.
Fu Wangshan watched his son close the door and touched his empty neck.
I went into their room, sat on the bed, and watched Fu's mother busying herself.
"Why are you sitting there instead of going to bed?" Mrs. Fu asked puzzledly.
"It's a bit cold."
Mother Fu reached out and hit him, "Come and sort out the rags for me. You won't feel cold if you get busy."
…
The Fu family is full of joy.
Across the courtyard, Yao Anguo tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
Later, he couldn't help it anymore, so he pushed Yao's mother beside him and said, "I want to discuss something with you, please help me make a decision."
Yao's mother was also not asleep and immediately asked, "What's the matter?"
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