Wife-wrapping Addiction: Mrs. Yan's family is not allowed to escape

Starting to write, writing to write, writing to finish in one go, Yan Qiutong put down the pen and beckoned to Lian Cheng: "Come here."

Lian Cheng blinked, walked over, and on the red paper that caught his eyes, it was written——

Jingzhu does not move and condenses the eyebrows, and the lead is gone to see the innocence.

Is she being molested again?
Lian Chengmo was silent, but he couldn't suppress the corner of his mouth from curling up.

The man's handwriting is somewhat similar to other people's, clear and straight, but it is also a little different. The sharpness of men's handwriting is rarely shown, however, the sharpness in men's handwriting is very wanton.

The old man patted Yan Qiutong on the shoulder: "How long have you been practicing calligraphy?"

Yan Qiutong smiled: "The boy is purely self-cultivation."

The old man didn't force it, he glanced at the man and woman in front of him, and waved his hands casually to write two large characters——

Seek truth and be pragmatic to create a great cause, and heaven and earth help us to make great achievements.

Celebrate the prosperity and development of the prosperous age, and congratulate the great achievements of the new year.

"Mr. Xie." Yan Qiutong squinted his eyes, as if he had recognized who the old man in front of him was, and looked back at his little girl's ignorance, sighed, respectful.

The old man also took advantage of the situation to glance at Lian Cheng, and smiled lightly: "The heart of a child, Mr. Yan, is very lucky."

Yan Qiutong nodded.

Accepting the couplet written by the old man, nodding his head, Yan Qiutong led Lian Cheng away.

Stupid people are blessed with stupidity, probably like Lian Cheng.

After leaving the side street, the driver arranged by Yan Qiutong had already been waiting at the intersection early in the morning, and when he got in the car, Lian Cheng was still thinking about the old man: "Oh, it will be dark soon, and I don't know that the old man has to wait." How long will it take to leave? It's not easy."

Yan Qiutong's eyelids twitched: "Did you really not recognize it?"

"Who?" Lian Cheng was puzzled.

Yan Qiutong glanced at the hundreds of thousands of calligraphy treasures in his hand, and laughed: "He is a famous calligrapher in the world, Mr. Li, haven't you heard of him?"

Lian Cheng was dazed for a moment, then came to his senses and blinked: "Da Yin is hidden in the city and Xiao Yin is hidden in the wild?"

Yan Qiutong smiled: "It's not too stupid after all."

"...Isn't it possible to experience the hardships of the people?" Lian Cheng naturally thought of the value of it, and was speechless, and felt that the money he just gave was a bit ridiculous.

Yan Qiutong scratched Lian Cheng's delicate nose: "Very well, I'm still thinking about what kind of New Year's gift I'm going to find for my grandfather, but you really have a heart."

Lian Cheng was silent, is she a blind cat meeting a dead mouse?
After wandering around for an afternoon, with enough food and drink, heating, and a reliable person beside him, Lian Cheng yawned gracefully, leaned on the man's body, and fell asleep like that.

Sensing the steady breathing of the little guy beside her, Yan Qiutong turned her head, remembering the few times Liancheng played temper in the afternoon, they were all cute and tight, it was a rare chance to see her childish side, and she lowered her head and kissed the girl's cheek Forehead: "Sleep, sleep."

Go to sleep, go to sleep, I will be here after all.

It was already ten o'clock in the morning of the next day when Lian Cheng woke up again. He slept so comfortably that his bones were almost soft. He glanced blankly at the familiar room and subconsciously looked at himself. He had already changed into his pajamas. Only the man left.

"Are you awake?" Yan Qiutong glanced at the time and felt that it was about the same time. He came in intending to wake up the little girl, but unexpectedly, the little girl was very conscious and opened her eyes early.

Lian Cheng nodded blankly, still a little unconscious, and said, "What time is it..."

The voice is extraordinarily hoarse, with a bit of alternative sex appeal.

Yan Qiutong's eyes darkened, knowing that there was no time to mess around today, she took a deep breath, leaned over and kissed the little girl's forehead, and said with a teasing smile, "Lian Cheng, you can really sleep, you've been asleep for nearly [-] years. Hours."

Hearing this, Lian Cheng turned from being stupefied to stunned. He sat up suddenly, but lay back down with a puff: "Oh, it hurts, twenty hours? Is this the second day?"

The little girl was reckless, and Yan Qiutong was quite troubled by this, pulled Lian Cheng up, sat down, and sighed: "Why are you so surprised?"

"It's over, it's over..." Lian Cheng directly grimaced, "Don't you still have to go to your mother's house today? It's already so late..."

Yan Qiutong laughed and comforted her: "I called my parents and said that I will go in the afternoon. After all, our apartment also needs to post couplets or something."

"...Couple?" Lian Cheng was stunned, "Isn't it meant to be posted by that old man?"

Yan Qiutong shook his head: "I bought two other paintings on the way, and I haven't gotten so rich that the couplets are worth hundreds of thousands."

Lian Cheng chuckled.

"Get up quickly," Yan Qiutong rubbed the little girl's forehead hair, "I must be hungry, I cooked some rice porridge, and you have to help me clean up the house."

Lian Cheng responded, not feeling anything, quickly tidied himself up and went downstairs.

Both of them are not procrastinating, but within two hours, the couplets at the door were pasted up, the lanterns were hung up, and some glittering and translucent colored lights were hung in the house, and candies and fruits were placed on the tea table, which looked decent. of.

Looking at the time, both of them went to take a shower and changed into matching clothes. Lian Cheng took the three shawls picked by the man yesterday and went out.

When the two arrived at the Luo family, the Luo family was already busy.

The old lady of the Luo family and her son-in-law were busy with the New Year's Eve dinner in the kitchen. Mrs. Yan was making dumplings. It was rare that Yan Shuyun was obediently beside her. The dumplings made by her slender and delicate fingers were like a work of art.

"Grandpa, dad, mom, uncle." Yan Qiutong led Lian Cheng into the room and spoke.

Luo Shuge got up, took the things in Lian Cheng's hand with a smile, and said, "It's all because Brother Qiu is too careless. I didn't know to bring you a thick dress when I went shopping yesterday. Has the fever subsided?"

Only then did Lian Cheng realize what the man said to the Luo family, and he glared at the man calmly, with a cute face: "Mom, I quit early in the morning. I was too ignorant and missed the time."

Turning around and bending over to Luo Fuchu and the others who were looking at them: "I made grandpa and uncle worry."

"Where does a family need to be so polite?" Luo Fuchu was satisfied with the granddaughter-in-law, and waved, "Come here quickly, wash your hands, and make dumplings on the table, otherwise, your grandma will be yelling again soon." .”

Lian Cheng was stunned, startled, and looked at Yan Qiutong for help, why, she didn't learn how to make dumplings from Lian Guoqiang...

Yan Qiutong raised his eyebrows slightly, unable to help, he simply threw his daughter-in-law to his mother: "Mrs. Yan, your daughter-in-law is a bit stupid and doesn't know how to make a bag. You can teach her slowly, and I will help grandma and dad prepare meals." , don't be polite to her for my sake."

The behavior of defrauding his teammates was vividly reflected in Yan Shao.

Lian Cheng gritted his teeth secretly.

Luo Shuge glanced at his son reproachfully: "What are you talking about? Girl Cheng is not from the north, so it's normal if she doesn't."