Zhao Luochuan said with a cold face: "I think it's boring. Where have you been? What is this?"
"This is An Jin's brother. We met on the road. It was late at night, and An Jin was worried, so he sent us back."
Zhao Luochuan's expression lightened up a bit, and he thanked Yang Anchen, "Thank you."
Yang Anchen seemed not to notice the change on his face, and waved his hand and said, "It's my duty."
"Then we'll go back first, Dong Hu, Fang Chu. I'll come see you next time."
On the way back, Yang Donghu realized belatedly that Zhao Luochuan looked unhappy, so he carefully poked Zhao Luochuan's sleeve.
No response.
He poked again without giving up.
Still no response.
Zhao Luochuan, who noticed her husband's little trick, could no longer hold back his expression. He went to the door of his house, said goodbye to Zhao Fangchu and Zhao Fangyu, and returned to his own yard.
As soon as Zhao Luochuan entered the room, he started to behave like a monster. He pulled Yang Donghu over and pushed him onto the bed, then pressed himself on top of him.
Yang Donghu obediently let him press her down on the bed and rub her back and forth. Then, realizing that Zhao Luochuan wasn't angry, she curved her eyebrows and smiled, "What are you doing?"
"You're still laughing." Zhao Luochuan said with a deliberately fierce face.
"Then I won't laugh." Yang Donghu pursed his lips, his eyes still sparkling.
Zhao Luochuan's heart was about to melt. He kissed him on the eyelid, buried his head in Yang Donghu's neck and took a deep breath, then he didn't move at all.
Yang Donghu felt itchy and shrunk his neck as he said, "Itchy... I went to see my grandma today. She seemed to be in good spirits, but it was too cold to get out of bed."
"If I had known I would have gone with you, grandma would have been very worried about you. Let's go together next time. Let her see with her own eyes that we are doing well and she will feel more at ease."
Yang Donghu smiled and said, "Okay, grandma will feel relieved when she sees me."
The hour of midnight has passed and the new year has begun.
Zhao Luochuan lowered his head and kissed Yang Donghu on the lips, then rested his forehead against his and said, "Happy New Year."
In his arms were the dozens of coins that Zhao Luochuan had won today, which jingled as he took them out.
"There's a temple fair in town during the New Year, and it's even bigger than the one before the New Year. We don't have any relatives to visit anyway, so I'll take you there tomorrow, okay?"
Yang Donghu naturally disagreed. Being held in his arms, unable to move, he smiled and said, "Okay."
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