A car accident, our family of three crossed

When Hang's mother came back, she found many cakes and food boxes in the house. She was surprised and delighted. "Oh, where did all these cakes and food boxes come from?" She opened the food box and looked. "Oh, there are so many foods in it. Where did they come from? Did Cui Ju come to show her filial piety to me again?"

Apart from Zhang Cuiju, she really couldn't think of anyone else who would send these things. It was obvious that they, the country people, couldn't afford them.

When she looked at Hang Shuheng standing beside her, she realized belatedly that he was standing there silently, his whole body emitting a cold aura, which made her shiver and made her swallow back the words she wanted to ask.

Hang Shuheng slowly turned his head and looked at her. His eyes made her feel as if she would be killed by them in the next moment. She was so scared that she took a few steps back involuntarily, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

His sight finally fell on the pastries. After thinking for a moment, Hang Shuheng walked over, picked up those things and walked out.

"Hey! Where are you going to take it?" Hang's mother took two steps forward and asked. The response she got was a silent back. Hang Shuheng was extremely abnormal today. She didn't dare to bother him any more and just watched him take the cakes away.

Walking in the village, Hang Shuheng would call out to any child he saw, saying that there were cakes for him to eat. When he arrived at Shuisheng's house, a group of children were already following him.

Song Ning heard the noise outside and came out to check. Seeing this scene, he was a little confused, "What is this?"

Hang Shuheng handed her the snack bag and said, "Take it and share it with the children." Seeing that Song Ning was still a little stunned after taking the snack, he smiled and said, "It would be a pity to throw it away. It's better to share it with the children and make them happy."

"Okay." Song Ning smiled and nodded, then called the children into the yard, "Children, come here, let's share the cakes, everyone will have a share."

The children cheered and followed Song Ning noisily. After distributing the cakes to the children, Song Ning went to stand with Hang Shuheng, "Are you okay?" She could see that he was worried, and she didn't know if he had any conflict with Wan Baolu later.

"It's okay." Hang Shuheng took her hand and held it in his, his eyes following his innocent and cute son among the children, and said faintly: "From now on, wherever I am, you and your son will be there!"

With a man's intuition, he believed that Wan Baolu would never give up since he had set his sights on Song Ning. When he thought of the look in Wan Baolu's eyes with ulterior motives when he stared at Song Ning, he was so angry that he wanted to kill someone.

"Okay! I'll listen to you." Song Ning held his hand again without saying much.

At this time, Yangyang took a piece of mung bean cake and ran over and said, "Daddy, Mommy, don't you want to eat it? This is for you."

The two looked at each other and were extremely pleased. This was their little angel!

"Yangyang, you eat it. Mom is on a diet recently and doesn't eat sweets!" Song Ning said while pinching his face.

Yangyang looked at Hang Shuheng again, and the meaning of the question was obvious. Hang Shuheng pinched his other cheek and said, "Daddy doesn't like sweet food, you eat it yourself and go play with the other kids!"

Daddy didn't want to eat it, and mom didn't want to eat it either. Yangyang looked at the mung bean cake and finally decided to eat it himself.

That night, Hang Shuheng rarely flipped through the books of the previous owner. This was the first time he touched these things since they came to this era. The original owner had taken over the book copying job, but after he entered this body, he did not touch a single word.

Tonight, on a whim, he used the original owner's handwriting to continue copying the half-copied book. The original owner's small regular script was very good, and his handwriting had been engraved into his muscle memory. He didn't need to imitate too deliberately, and naturally wrote the same handwriting as the original owner.

Song Ning watched him immersed in writing from outside the door, and did not enter to disturb him. Back in the house, she was not sleepy, and took out the clothes she had cut out but not yet sewn, and began to sew stitch by stitch under the oil lamp.

This was because when she cut Hang Shuheng's underwear, she promised to make a new one to compensate him. During this period of time, many things happened one after another, which resulted in her not being able to sit down and make clothes for him.

She forgot about time while doing this, and only realized it was late at night when Hang Shuheng came back after copying the book.

"Why aren't you sleeping so late?" Hang Shuheng frowned as he watched her sewing. He walked over to take the clothes and needlework from her and said unhappily, "It's so dim at night, and you're still sewing. Don't you want to see anymore?"

"It's okay, I lit more lights!" Song Ning smiled.

"That won't work either. You are not allowed to do needlework at night from now on." Hang Shuheng said in a domineering tone.

"Okay, okay, got it." Song Ning took the clothes back from him and compared them on him, "Try them on and see if they fit you."

Hang Shuheng didn't expect that this was made for him. He took the clothes and looked at them again and again, unable to let go. "Is this mine?"

"Yes! I promised you a long time ago, didn't I?"

Song Ning smiled and urged him to try it on, but he held it in his hand for a long time without moving. "What's wrong?" Song Ning asked.

But Hang Shuheng leaned over and said, "In this era, it seems that women should help their husbands undress."

Song Ning looked at his smirk and was a little confused. What did she just hear? He asked her to undress him? Thinking of that scene, her pretty face turned red.

Hang Shuheng looked at her shy appearance and wanted to take a bite, but he didn't do so. Instead, he spread his hands and said, "Come on, my lady!"

"Hateful." Song Ning punched his chest angrily, but still helped him untie his belt and take off his coat.

Hang Shuheng originally just wanted to tease her, but he didn't expect that she would really do it. Seeing the woman in front of him carefully unbuttoning his belt and taking off his clothes, his heart was suddenly filled with joy.

The lights were dim, the beauty was by his side, the atmosphere was just right, Hang Shuheng's heartbeat quickened unconsciously, he thought, maybe...

The hands hanging on both sides slowly supported her waist and pulled her into his arms, and the soft body was immediately embraced in his arms.

"Wife..." He put his nose against hers and shouted in a hoarse voice.

The word "wife" almost broke Song Ning. In their previous lives, they had gone around in circles, missed a lot of time, and left many regrets, but at this moment, they were all filled. Song Ning couldn't help but have tears in her eyes, as if they would burst out in the next second.

Hang Shuheng raised his head and slowly kissed her eyes, eyebrows, nose, and finally her lips. It had been a long time since they had been so close, and he was a little nervous, like a young man who was just beginning to fall in love, carefully kissing his beloved woman...