Chapter 275 I swear, this is the most beautiful oath I have ever heard
Shen Xingjiang came back later than usual, almost at ten o'clock.
When I pushed open the gate, the house was dark and even the lights were not on.
The person hasn’t come back, or something happened in the house?
The air pressure around him immediately dropped, and the cold wind brushed past the corners of his clothes, coating his body with a layer of chill.
The man ran into the house as fast as he could and pushed open the door. Before he could react, candles were lit in the living room. A woman in a red turban was holding steamed longevity peaches made of white flour with red candles lit on them. She had washed her hair and braided it into beautiful wavy hair that hung around her slender waist.
Jiang Wanwan seldom wears such eye-catching colors. Usually, she wears a small army green jacket, a white shirt, or some gray old clothes.
What's more, she had never worn Mongolian women's clothes.
She had prepared the clothes earlier and asked her sister-in-law to make them for her.
Xu Lan has good skills. The red Mongolian robe is tailored to fit Jiang Wanwan's body, highlighting her prominent parts, her perky breasts, and her slender waist. Below the waist are her thin and long legs, and the waist-pinching design maximizes the good proportions of her body.
Jiang Wanwan held the cake and sang a Happy Birthday song in fluent Mongolian.
Her voice is sweet, like glutinous rice cake, soft on the outside and sweet on the inside. Mongolian itself is low and lingering, with a magical and soothing power.
While working on the farm, she learned Mongolian with everyone. After studying for half a year, she knew most of it and could speak simple and commonly used words very authentically.
Shen Xingjiang maintained the posture of walking in, and his eyes looking at Jiang Wanwan became brighter and brighter.
He heard the sound of a heartbeat that was out of his control.
If he learned Chinese and married Jiang Wanwan, he would embrace happiness.
Jiang Wanwan learned Mongolian to celebrate his birthday. It was just like throwing a stone into the well. After waiting for more than a year, she finally heard the sound of the stone falling to the ground.
It was not that his efforts were rewarded. When he made efforts, he never thought about equal rewards. He waited for love.
Jiang Wanwan saw that he was stunned and stood there, as if someone had pressed his acupoints.
Completely different from the man who was usually cunning and could remain calm in the face of any situation, she knew that her preparation was successful.
Jiang Wanwan reminded him in Mongolian: "It's time to blow out the candles."
Shen Xingjiang finally reacted, he closed the door, walked into the room and blew out the candle.
Jiang Wanwan pulled the lamp cord next to her to turn on the light. Without waiting for her to speak, Shen Xingjiang picked her up horizontally, the man's eyes flashing with naked joy and possessiveness.
"How long have you studied?"
Jiang Wanwan hadn't heard him speak Mongolian for a long time. To be precise, she had never heard him speak Mongolian at all!
Sounds good...
Jiang Wanwan held up a birthday peach in her hand and blinked her eyes playfully: "It's only half a year. She's not like some people who learned Chinese in less than half a month. If she can't learn it, she won't talk to her. I thought she was dumb!"
On the table was a bowl of longevity noodles, braised snow clam, and chicken legs stewed with potatoes.
Jiang Wanwan did everything herself, from mixing and kneading the dough to stretching it: "Hurry up and try the longevity noodles. It's been a while since I made them."
Shen Xingjiang held Jiang Wanwan in his arms and sat at the dining table, letting Jiang Wanwan sit on his lap.
He put the longevity peach in Jiang Wanwan's hand aside and picked up the chopsticks to eat.
Jiang Wanwan quickly stopped him, she covered Shen Xingjiang's mouth: "First, choose the longest one, eat it from beginning to end without biting it off."
After saying that, he let go of my hand.
Shen Xingjiang said nothing. He carefully picked up a noodle from the bowl, ate it from beginning to end, and chewed it until it was all in his mouth before swallowing it.
There is a perfectly fried egg in the noodles, and the noodle soup is made with the fried egg. The soup for the vegetarian noodles is milky white, and the noodles are a little soft, but it does not affect the taste.
The noodles that Jiang Wanwan stretched out using high-gluten flour are elastic and taste good even after being left for a while.
"Is it tasty?"
Shen Xingjiang turned his head and waited for the heat in his eyes to subside before nodding.
He has excellent facial features, with deep eyebrows, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a delicate Adam's apple. He exudes an indescribable sexiness.
“This is the best longevity noodle I have ever eaten.”
Jiang Wanwan knew he wouldn't lie: "I'll cook for you every year. When we get older, we'll go back to the grassland, raise a flock of sheep, bring meat, enjoy the spring breeze, and the sunset, and work from sunrise to sunset. Okay?"
Shen Xingjiang pursed his lips and asked Jiang Wanwan seriously, "Why do you want to go back to Inner Mongolia?"
She was trying so hard to climb up, how could she still think of this remote place?
Jiang Wanwan looked at him seriously as well: “Because this is your hometown, it’s where we met, Shen Xingjiang, I love this land, it’s my second hometown.”
He didn't like Chinese and didn't like dealing with Han people. Because of her, he went against his own wishes.
In two lifetimes, he had stepped out of this vast land and given up the pasture with abundant grass and water for her. In this life, things were settled, they had saved some money, and she was willing to accompany him back here without waiting until old age.
Spend the rest of your life leisurely and at ease.
Shen Xingjiang leaned his head on Jiang Wanwan’s shoulder: “I swear, this is the most beautiful oath I have ever heard.”
His Wanwan is the best girl in the world.
Shen Xingjiang ate all the noodles and snow frogs on the table, and he also fed some to Jiang Wanwan.
After dinner, he asked Jiang Wanwan not to change clothes yet and just wash her face.
Jiang Wanwan didn't expect that he liked this outfit so much. The birthday person was the most important, so she brushed her teeth and washed her face while wearing the clothes, then went to the kitchen to find him after cleaning up.
Shen Xingjiang squatted in front of the newly dug small kang stove, where heat waves were rolling and the fire was burning fiercely.
Jiang Wanwan squatted beside him and put her hands to the stove to warm the fire: "Can we go to sleep now?"
Shen Xingjiang nodded: “Yeah.”
Jiang Wanwan didn't notice the murky look in his eyes and was so happy: "Great! Sleeping on a heated kang is more comfortable in winter. I'll go spread the bedding!"
Her little kang, her little kang stack!
Jiang Wanwan ran back to the house, first swept the kang clean with a duster made of cloth strips, and then wiped the kang clean with a wet rag. The kang was already hot, so she moved the bedding up, spread it out, and placed two pillows next to each other.
Just as Jiang Wanwan finished cleaning up and knelt beside the kang to get down, Shen Xingjiang had already finished burning the kang and came into the room. He locked the door, walked to the kang, hugged Jiang Wanwan from behind, turned her over, pressed her onto the kang, closed his eyes and kissed Jiang Wanwan's lips passionately.
Jiang Wanwan's peach blossom eyes were misty, her lips were plundered, the kang beneath her was hot, the man's chest was also hot, her clothes were unbuttoned, but she didn't feel cold at all.
Shen Xingjiang's Adam's apple rolled as he lingered with her lips and tongue. He was particularly passionate tonight, and the lust in his eyes seemed to be enough to drown her.
Through the fabric, Jiang Wanwan felt his hard, hot penis poking her limp legs...
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