"Lin Tianxia, ​​although your surname is also Lin, you are not Lin Daiyu." Shen Zhihuan reminded.

"Although my name is not Lin Daiyu, it is possible that we were from the same family eight hundred years ago." Lin Tianxia, ​​who was in a better mood, started to joke again.

"Then you should call back and ask your father to look through your family tree. Maybe you can be related to him. Rounding it off, you are considered a royal relative. If you could go back in time, you might even be a princess, a county lady, or something like that." Shen Zhihuan also started to make up stories.

"Get lost!" Lin Tianxia sneered.

"Okay! I'll take my leave!" Shen Zhihuan hung up the phone with a smile.

Lin Tianxia put down the receiver with a slight smile on her lips.

After hanging up the phone, Shen Zhihuan slapped his forehead.

She said she was knitting scarves for Mr. Chu and her captain Su, but she forgot everything as soon as she turned around.

Now her Captain Su has become Brigade Commander Su, but the promised scarf is still a ball of wool.

Shen Zhihuan put the fruit plate into the resort, washed his hands, and took out a scarf and wool yarn that was only about one finger long from the corner of the closet.

Because she had knitted before and was considered an experienced worker, Shen Zhihuan quickly became proficient even though she hadn't touched knitting needles for several months.

I knitted a long section in less than an hour.

After dinner, Shen Zhihuan didn't even watch TV. She went back to the room to knit her scarf.

It was not until the familiar sound of an engine shutting down was heard at the gate that Shen Zhihuan hid the scarf and wool that she had almost finished knitting back into the closet.

As soon as she picked up the parenting book, a tall man strode in.

"Wife..." Concerned about his dirty body, the man did not dare to hug his young wife. He just bent down and gave her a kiss.

The sweet scent emanating from his young wife made him want to absorb more.

"Mom left some soup for you." Shen Zhihuan kissed the man back.

As they were talking, the sound of Zhang Fengxia's footsteps was heard in the yard.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Mom, come in, the door is not closed." Shen Zhihuan sat up slightly.

Winter melon and pork ribs soup, another big bowl full.

There were originally three tube bones inside, which were divided among Shen Zhihuan, Su Lili and Xiao Qiping.

At the dinner table, everyone was holding a pork bone that had been cut in half, and each one was sucking on it harder than the other.

After getting the soup, the man held it in front of his young wife as usual.

Shen Zhihuan was forced to add another meal.

After brushing her teeth again and lying in the man's arms, Shen Zhihuan felt so full that she didn't want to move anymore.

"Brigade Commander Su, are you planning to fatten up your wife for the New Year?" Shen Zhihuan played with the man's slender fingers.

She especially liked to caress the thin calluses on a man's fingertips, as if she was stroking a hero's medal.

It is human nature to admire strength.

Some people have a derogatory view of Mu Qiang.

Shen Zhihuan disagreed.

The essence of admiration for the strong is actually a manifestation of identification.

Whether men or women, they will feel admiration and envy for those who are stronger and more outstanding.

This is because deep down everyone hopes that they can become stronger and better.

Just like she admired her Brigade Commander Su’s heroic status.

If Su Ziyu was an uneducated idiot who only knew how to eat and wait for death all day, she would not be attracted to him even if he had 32 abdominal muscles and was extremely handsome.

Su Ziyu lowered his head close to his young wife's ear and whispered something, which made the young wife raise her hand and punch him.

"shameless!"

Su Ziyu grabbed his young wife's hand and bent down to kiss her.

"Brigade Commander Su, what do you like about me?" Shen Zhihuan looked up at him.

Su Ziyu was unusually silent, as if he was thinking seriously.

Shen Zhihuan didn't rush him and let him think slowly.

for a long time.

Su Ziyu hugged Shen Zhihuan's arms tightly, and said seriously, "Wife, I like you to call me Captain Su softly, I like you to lie in my arms and act coquettishly, I like you to curl up in my arms and sleep at night, I like you to smile at me, I like you to make trouble in front of me, I like you..."

It was fine at first, but later on, the more Shen Zhihuan listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

In the end, Shen Zhihuan covered Su Ziyu's mouth and stopped him from speaking.

She shouldn't have asked this shameless guy.

This shameless guy has no intention of saving his dignity. She is afraid that he will corrupt the little bean sprout in her belly.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Before turning off the lights, the man still looked aggrieved and was still yelling without finishing his sentence.

Finally, they kissed, hugged, and lifted me up high before they were done.

No one would have thought that Brigade Commander Su, who was taciturn and aloof in public, was such a clingy person in private.

I don’t know if he was almost done with his work, but Su Ziyu was not in a hurry to get up when he woke up in the morning. He hugged his young wife and reviewed the lessons, kissed her, hugged her and lifted her up high. Only then did he get dressed and get up feeling refreshed.

When the two of them went there, Zhang Fengxia was the only one left in the room cleaning the house.

Seeing her beloved daughter coming over, Zhang Fengxia quickly dropped the rag in her hand, washed her hands, and went to help serve the dishes and rice.

With Zhang Fengxia and Su Ziyu, mother and son, around, Shen Zhihuan could only be content to be a useless person who had nothing to eat.

Shen Zhihuan had a good appetite. He ate an egg, a bowl of millet porridge, and most of a scallion pancake.

Liu Chunhua, who suffered from acute gastroenteritis, was in a miserable state.

It's okay to feel nauseous and want to vomit from time to time.

The doctor also warned her to eat a light diet recently.

She has always loved spicy food, but now she can only drink porridge.

That would be the end of her life.

When Shen Zhihuan entered the classroom, Liu Chunhua, looking listless, was lying on the desk, motionless.

It looked like an eggplant hit by frost.

"Oh! Is this still the Miss Liu I know?" Shen Zhihuan came over with a smile.

"Zhihuan, I'm hungry." Liu Chunhua said crying.

"Poor child, you'll have to be careful about what you eat for several days, right?" Shen Zhihuan gently stroked Liu Chunhua's head, just like stroking a cat's fur.

"The doctor said that I have to eat porridge for at least two days. After that, I still have to eat a light diet." Liu Chunhua wailed.

She was sad enough just from being disappointed, why should she avoid certain foods?

It's really like a leaky boat and a headwind...

Misfortunes never come alone!

"How pitiful!" Shen Zhihuan smiled and rubbed Liu Chunhua's chubby face.

"I'm so pitiful, and you don't even bother to comfort me, but you're laughing." Liu Chunhua stamped her feet.

"It'll only be two days, and it will be over. Just think of it as a way to clean out your stomach." Shen Zhihuan laughed even more happily.

"Shen Zhihuan, just wait for me. When I recover, I'll show you how I'm going to deal with you." Liu Chunhua gritted her teeth.

"Haven't you had enough of the two-month summer vacation?" At the classroom door, Ren Jinghua, holding the lesson plan in his hand, pushed the black-framed glasses on his nose.

The noisy classroom suddenly became quiet.