An ugly wife in the time-traveling house

The slightly cool kiss carried the fragrance of Zelan, and it left as soon as it was touched on the lips.

Someone who has been waiting (looking forward to) for a long time...

That's it?

Wan Qiu seemed to have stolen a meaty cat, he rolled over under the blanket, kicked his feet happily, and fell asleep contentedly.

Shan Yu stared at the roof of the tent in a daze for a long time, wondering why he didn't stick out his tongue in late autumn today?On the other hand, I feel that Wanqiu is really a scumbag.

He ran away after kissing himself, turned his back on him and didn't cover himself with a quilt, what is it if he isn't a scumbag?

Shan Yu grabbed the corner of the quilt and pulled Wan Qiu, who was curled up and asleep, into her arms, and said softly but firmly, "I won't give you a secret kiss from now on." (Really?)

Then the fact is...

Shan Yu just settled in Wan Qiu's room, he didn't find any reason to stay overnight, and Wan Qiu didn't chase him away.

They are like a normal couple, raising three meals a day to feed their cubs, and the secret kiss every night makes them both very sweet.

The only thing that made Shan Yu feel melancholy was Lian Zhou.

The ignorant young master still looks like he wants to fight Shan Yu to the end, and bluntly says that Shan Yu can only choose between him and Wan Qiu, otherwise he will never get in touch with each other and break up.

It's like that brain-dead question that some brain-dead thought up, asking you that your wife and mother fell into the river at the same time, which one do you want to save first?

what is this?

Isn't this unreasonable and unreasonable?

When can love, family affection, and friendship be weighed on the same scale?Is it comparable?

Could it be that love alone is enough for a person to live in this world?Or is family affection enough?Or is it just friendship?

Shan Yu has a sound personality, he doesn't choose anything.

Not to mention that he and Wan Qiu are just in an ambiguous stage, even if he is really with Wan Qiu, he will not make any compromises for anyone or anything.

Love and friendship don't conflict, it's Lianzhou who can't turn this corner.

Shan Yu has been looking for a suitable opportunity to have a good talk with Lian Zhou, and it just so happens that the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month is Lian Zhou's birthday.

Although there is no Laba Festival here, Shanyu still prepared the ingredients for making Laba porridge early, and went to a clothing store opened by a traveler to buy a few sets of the latest winter clothes, and picked Lianzhou's favorite red.

He thought that Lianzhou was always homesick, so he deliberately went all the way to a famous tea house to buy dozens of kinds of tea, wrapped them in red oiled paper bags, and wrote a small blessing.

As for other gadgets such as red envelopes, snacks, and story books, I won’t list them one by one.

Wan Qiu looked at the cart full of birthday presents and couldn't envy her.

He wanted to be jealous, but he didn't have the energy.

Not to mention the expensive jewelry and clothing, just the several large baskets of tea, what a valuable thing!

No matter how rich they are, they wouldn't buy so much tea all at once, would they?How can people like them afford to drink?

"My husband is really generous." Wan Qiu stood at the door and whispered, "I have never spent so much money on me..."

Shan Yu laughed when he heard the words: "They are not valuable things. If you want them, I will buy them for you on your birthday, okay?"

These things are really nothing to Shan Yu, and he is worried that Lian Zhou will throw them out later.

In modern times, the Lian family is a tea merchant that has been in business for hundreds of years, and they are wealthy. Compared with the ostentation of Lian Zhou's birthday...it's really shabby.

"Husband, do you know when my birthday is?" Wan Qiu pursed her lips, pointed at the door frame with her fingers and answered for Shan Yu with certainty: "You don't know."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and entered the room. Judging from the sound of closing the door, he was not angry, but he was definitely in a mood.

Shan Yu searched the original owner's memory, but couldn't find any information about late autumn's birthday, so he went into the house to have a look, good guy!Wan Qiu actually hugged the little bun, already crying?

"Look at you, it's not like you don't know what kind of bastard I was. I don't even remember my own birthday. How can I know about others?"

Wan Qiu cried even more sadly: "But you know about Lian Zhou."

Shan Yu choked for a moment, unable to explain his relationship with Lian Zhou, and wiped Wan Qiu's tears, "Don't cry in front of your children, it's not good."

Wan Qiu sniffed, and sure enough, she saw that the little bun in her arms had deflated her mouth and was about to cry.

Shan Yu hugged the little bun to coax him, and the little guy kicked his calf and slapped him on the bridge of the nose with a bang.

Wan Qiu was taken aback, feeling that Shan Yu might lose his temper, and said nervously, "The child is not sensible, husband, are you okay?"

Shan Yu shook his head, looked at the little thing waving his arms and staring at him, and raised his eyebrows: "What? Are you venting your anger for your father?"

Little Baozi let out an ah, staring at Shan Yu with his two big watery eyes, and called him softly: "Daddy~Daddy~"

Shan Yu lowered her head, just kissed Xiao Baozi's milky and milky cheek when a strand of long hair near her ear was pulled straight.

"Hey! It hurts!"

The child under one year old didn't know where he got so much strength, he pulled Shan Yu's long hair with his little hands, and didn't let go, Shan Yu tilted his head in pain and let out a sound.

In the end, there was no other way, Wan Qiu could only find scissors to cut off the strand of hair that was dragged by the little bun, and then rescued Shan Yu.

"Sure enough, it crawled out of your belly. I knew it was towards you at such a young age." Shan Yu hurriedly handed back the little bun in his arms to Wan Qiu, grinning and rubbing his scalp: "In the future, you may have count on."

Wan Qiu smiled through tears, "He is also the husband's child, and he is also towards the husband."

Shan Yu smiled and said nothing, and couldn't help thinking about a question in his heart.

If this little boy is not familiar with him, will he push his wheelchair down the hill in the future?

"Husband..." Wan Qiu saw that Shan Yu's face was not right, and said a little nervously: "The child is ignorant, don't be angry, I will teach him well..."

After all, they are father and son, if Shan Yu doesn't like children, Wan Qiu will be very sad.

"Where are you thinking? I'm such an old man, can I still argue with a child who hasn't even aged a year?" Shan Yu smiled and continued the topic just now: "When is your birthday?"

Wan Qiu pursed her lips, not knowing whether she didn't want to say it or what was going on, her little expression was quite tangled.

"What's the matter? Seeing that I didn't remember your birthday, I just got angry and don't need me to pass it for you in the future, right?"

"No." Wan Qiu is not a person who can play petty temper, whispered: "It's unlucky..." So it's worth not mentioning it.

Shan Yu was surprised. After questioning for a long time, he found out that Wan Qiu was born on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year. Because of the "four" and "death", he avoided it.

And according to Wanqiu, his mother died of dystocia on the day he was born, and he lost his father in the same year. Wanqiu and his grandfather depended on each other since childhood, and because of the divorce, the old man was so angry that he died. So in the eyes of some people, he is a The dead star.

Shan Yu's heart trembled, and she felt an inexplicable pain.