After reading the mind of his wife, the officer husband blushed

Feng Anan curled her lips in disappointment.

Zhang Ninglan touched his head and said, "When you have a holiday, your cousin and I will take you out to play again, okay?"

Feng Anan nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay! Cool sister is the best. Unlike her brother, she is just a nuisance. No wonder she can't find a wife..."

Feng Pingping immediately rolled his eyes.

He asked: "Xiao An'an, do you know what it means to marry a wife?"

Feng Anan put her hands on her hips and said confidently, "Of course I understand! When I grow up, I will marry Sister Ku as my wife!"

Everyone around looked at Feng Anan and laughed. What does this little brat know?

Ye Jinhong looked at Feng Anan and said, "Then you have no chance. Your cool sister is already my wife."

Feng Anan thought about it, then moved closer to Zhang Ninglan and said, "When I grow up, you will be old. By then, Sister Cool will definitely like me more!"

Zhang Ninglan couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The other people around also burst into laughter at Feng Anan's words.

There was nothing wrong with Feng Anan's words.

Ye Jinhong didn't dare to argue with a little brat.

Tan Lingyuan originally wanted to urge Feng Pingping to hurry up and find a partner at the dinner table.

But then I thought, I have been urging him for so many years, but he is still indifferent.

He is not as good as her youngest son Feng Anan.

An An was only six years old, but he knew he wanted to get married.

I don’t know what’s going on with Feng Pingping.

Oh, forget it, let’s not talk about it!

After dinner, Zhang Ninglan and Ye Jinhong planned to go back.

Seeing that it was getting late, Feng Pingping drove them both home.

Zhang Ninglan was busy all day today.

When she got home, she felt exhausted both physically and mentally.

She didn't even want to take a bath, so she just lay lazily on the bed.

Lying in the soft quilt, Zhang Ninglan couldn't help but sigh: "My own home is still so comfortable..."

Ye Jinhong went straight into the bathroom. After boiling a bucket of hot water, he came out carrying a foot basin.

He carefully took off Zhang Ninglan's shoes and helped her up.

"You don't have to take a shower, but you walked for a long time today, so soak your feet."

Zhang Ninglan sat on the edge of the bed, enjoying the pleasure of Ye Jinhong soaking her feet.

She tilted her head and watched Ye Jinhong carefully wash her face, then wipe her hands and soak her feet. She couldn't help but start muttering in her heart.

[Ah... I feel like a piece of trash now! ]

waste???

After hearing this, Ye Jinhong became confused.

He raised his eyes quietly and took a look at Zhang Ninglan's expression at the moment.

How can someone call himself a waste?

[It feels so good to be a waste! 】

When Ye Jinhong was puzzled, Zhang Ninglan's voice sounded again.

He looked at Zhang Ninglan again and found that she tilted her head, closed her eyes, and actually looked like she was enjoying it.

So, the word "waste" in her mouth is a compliment?

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ninglan’s voice rang out again.

[Oh, I was so stupid in my previous life. I only knew how to work all day long, but I didn’t know that marrying a good husband and being a loser occasionally could be so happy! ]

[Zhang Ninglan, oh Zhang Ninglan, you didn’t know how to enjoy life in your previous life, so you died suddenly? Now that I think about it, I feel like it was a loss...]

[So, please let me be as bad as I want in this life, and please let your cheap husband pamper me, love me, and indulge me as much as he wants! ]

After hearing this, Ye Jinhong got excited and replied, "Okay."

Zhang Ninglan suddenly opened her eyes, straightened her head, and asked, "What did you say?"

[Did I hear correctly? I just made a wish in my heart, and Ye Jinhong actually answered with a "good"? ]

【good???】

【he……】

Zhang Ninglan looked at Ye Jinhong warily, her eyes narrowed.

[Could he hear my thoughts? ]

Only then did Ye Jinhong realize that he was too engrossed in listening to Zhang Ninglan's thoughts and started talking nonsense again.

Now, my wife started to doubt again.

Ye Jinhong moistened his throat and said calmly, "Okay, the foot washing water is cold. I'm going to go get some water."

Zhang Ninglan lifted her feet and Ye Jinhong wiped them with a dry towel.

After drying herself, she hid in bed.

Looking at Ye Jinhong's back as he carried the washbasin to the bathroom, she lowered her head and muttered to herself, "Did he just say such a long sentence?"

Now, Zhang Ninglan, who was originally very sleepy, suddenly felt like she had been given an injection of chicken blood and couldn't fall asleep at all.

After Ye Jinhong simply washed up, he thought Zhang Ninglan was asleep, so he tiptoed into bed.

As soon as she lay down, Zhang Ninglan stretched out her cold hands and feet and pressed closely against Ye Jinhong.

While Ye Jinhong was warming Zhang Ninglan's hands, he asked, "Why are you cold again after just taking a bath?"

Zhang Ninglan hummed softly, then buried her head in Ye Jinhong's neck.

[There is no way. The original owner's foundation is too poor. It will take a while to recover.]

Ye Jinhong asked again: "Are you not sleepy anymore?"

Zhang Ninglan curled her lips: "I'm not sleepy anymore."

Ye Jinhong touched Zhang Ninglan's hair and said, "Then I'll chat with you."

Zhang Ninglan shook her head and said unhappily, "I can't sleep and I don't want to talk, what should I do?"

Ye Jinhong thought for a moment and replied, "Then I'll tell you, and you just listen."

Zhang Ninglan shook her head again and said, "I want to hear a bedtime story!"

Ye Jinhong looked confused again: "Bedtime story?"

"Ninglan wants to hear my story?"

Zhang Ninglan hummed softly.

Then, she thought for a moment and continued, “I want a bedtime horror story!”

Ye Jinhong coughed lightly and asked, "Are you sure? You want to hear a horror story? Aren't you scared?"

Zhang Ninglan was immediately interested when she heard this. She said, "Why would I be scared? Tell me quickly. I'm listening..."

Ye Jinhong hummed softly: "Wait for me for a few minutes, I will think about it."

Zhang Ninglan was completely awake. She lay sideways, waiting for Ye Jinhong to tell her a horror story.

"Are you really not afraid?"

Ye Jinhong asked again.

Zhang Ninglan urged, "Don't be afraid, just tell me now."

Ye Jinhong looked out the window.

He planned to tell Zhang Ninglan about a horrific incident that happened to him a few years ago when he was fighting in the army.

"Then let me tell you a personal experience of mine. Don't be scared and afraid to go to the toilet alone after listening to it."

Zhang Ninglan rolled her eyes in the dark. She said coquettishly, "You're already scaring me before the story even starts? I'm telling you, I'm not afraid!"

Ye Jinhong chuckled softly, then hugged Zhang Ninglan tighter.

He slowly said, "I once participated in the war, and life was really hard back then."

Ye Jinhong frowned, as if recalling the days when he was living on the edge of a knife.

"At that time, no matter what kind of weather we encountered, we would camp outside. At that time, we didn't have enough food, warm clothes, and even worse, we couldn't sleep well."

"However, in the wilderness, in the dark night, we always encounter some unclean things..."