Little did she know that the shyer he was, the more she liked to tease him.
He is intelligent and thoughtful. Now he can recognize all the words and is good at math. He is now in charge of all the accounts of the Zhao family.
Eighteen-year-old Yuan Ge'er is a well-behaved, obedient little puppy who often blushes. How can Zhao Chuchu not love such a cute boy?
A year has almost passed, and she still remembers the one-year agreement she made with Yuan Ge'er.
At the beginning, Yuan Ge'er said that there should be a one-year mourning period, and she agreed.
At that time, she made a promise that after a one-year mourning period, she would hold a wedding banquet with Yuan Ge'er to make up for the regret of getting the marriage certificate in a hurry.
Getting married is a lifelong thing, and it only happens once in a lifetime.
Zhao Chuchu hopes to give her little puppy a wonderful wedding.
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"Wife, where are you going?"
When Zhang Xiuyuan got up early in the morning, he saw Zhao Chuchu packed up and about to go out, so he asked.
Zhao Chuchu glanced at him, her eyes flickering, and she hesitated: "I have something to do in the county town."
"Do you need me to accompany you?" Zhang Xiuyuan asked while putting on his coat.
Zhao Chuchu immediately shook her head and spoke quickly, as if she was afraid that if she spoke slowly, Zhang Xiuyuan would follow her. "No need, you can rest at home. I don't have anything serious to do here."
Whether it was the vegetable garden or the pastry shop, there were helpers, and the two were finally no longer so busy and had time to rest occasionally.
Zhang Xiuyuan raised his eyes, looked at her, then lowered his head, smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, and said "hmm".
He didn't look up, but he clearly heard his wife's sigh of relief.
Zhang Xiuyuan's thick eyelashes trembled, but he didn't say anything.
"Then I'll be leaving first."
Zhang Xiuyuan paused, looking at Zhao Chuchu's hurriedly leaving back, as if thinking about something.
Recently, the wife seemed to be doing something and she was hiding it from him.
Zhang Xiuyuan was curious, but didn't ask any further questions.
If the wife wants to tell him, she will always tell him on her own initiative.
…
That day, Zhang Xiuyuan and Liang'er were in a pastry shop in the county town, and Zhao Chuchu left early because of something.
"Brother Yuan, do you know what's going on with Sister Chuchu? She seems to go out often?" Not to mention Zhang Xiuyuan, even Liang'er, who didn't live with them, noticed it.
Zhang Xiuyuan shook his head, indicating that he was not sure, but the doubts in his heart were growing.
"Oh, what else could it be? She is going to take a young maid." Outside the door, a man suddenly came in, waving a folding fan.
She was a middle-aged woman in her forties with a big belly. She looked at Zhang Xiuyuan with a greasy face and a smile.
Seeing the person coming, Zhang Xiuyuan's already tired brows slightly frowned, and became a little more indifferent.
"Brother Yuan, we meet again." Zhou Hui, the middle-aged woman, seemed unaware of Zhang Xiuyuan's indifference. Her eyes seemed to be shining as she looked at Zhang Xiuyuan with an intimate tone.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xiuyuan's handsome face turned slightly cold, and he said coldly: "Mr. Zhou, I am not familiar with you, please don't call me so intimate, just call me Yuan Fulang."
Hearing the words "Yuan Fu Lang", Zhou Hui's hand waving the folding fan suddenly stopped, as if she remembered something, and gritted her teeth: "What Yuan Fu Lang! He won't be one soon. If you had married me, you would be Zhou Fu Lang now."
At the beginning, Zhang Xiuyuan's mother had just died not long ago. The Zhang family was poor and had to borrow a lot of money to treat Wen Ge'er and Zhang Fulang's illnesses. At that time, Lin Dacui was harassing her, so Zhang Xiuyuan had to marry herself off with a high betrothal gift.
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