An ugly wife in the time-traveling house

The little bun lived up to late autumn's expectations, so he chose the abacus.

The dumb grandfather looked at the string of bells in front of him, and felt a little regretful. Originally, he wanted his little grandson to become a doctor like himself in the future.

But grasping the week is just a ritual, and children's hobbies have to be cultivated the day after tomorrow.

Wanqiu silently decided to cultivate the good habit of reading and writing, and the dumb grandfather also made up his mind to teach Xiaobaozi to learn medicine and medicine. As for Shanyu...

He raised the little man holding the abacus above his head, and spun around in satisfaction, thinking about the billions of dollars of the Shan family's wealth, and that there would be successors.

into the night.

Shan Yu stood beside the cradle, fingering Xiao Baozi's chubby little hands, and said lightly: "We have been busy since yesterday afternoon for his first birthday, but he is fine, sleeping So fragrant."

Wan Qiu just came out of the bath, heard the words and said with a smile: "Children are like this, eat and sleep, sleep and eat, and it will be fine when they grow up."

Shan Yu came over and pressed a kiss on Wan Qiu's forehead, and pulled him to sit by the window to wipe his hair.

When the strong fingers passed through the hair, the fingertips touched the scalp, which was hot and humid, with tingling sparks.

Wan Qiu's face became hot, and he felt that the original subtle sense of alienation was constantly being filled. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that since Shan Yu cut his hair, drew his eyebrows, and kissed him on the New Year's Day... To myself is different from the past.

Getting better and better.

Shan Yu gathered Wan Qiu's wet long hair in a cloth towel and squeezed it dry. When his fingers slid across Wan Qiu's ears, he noticed the flush on his cheeks and asked strangely, "Why is your face so red? Did you catch a cold and have a fever?"

As he spoke, he tested the temperature on Wanqiu's forehead with his hand, but it wasn't enough, so he poked his lips over again.

The broken hair in front of Wanqiu's forehead has no effect of grooming at this moment, he hastily lowered his head, covered the fiery red birthmarks on his eyebrows with his hands, bit his lips and said, "No, it's just... just a little hot."

Shan Yu was stunned seeing Wan Qiu dodging, but she got used to it.

Ever since he changed his hairstyle, Wan Qiu has been very concerned about his own image, and he is much more sensitive than before. He doesn't want Shan Yu to see his birthmark hidden under his forehead, and he avoids it very much.

To put it bluntly, he has low self-esteem in his bones and needs to be cured.

"What are you hiding?" Shan Yu combed his five fingers together, brushing all the hair on Wan Qiu's forehead without leaving him a single strand of hair, "It's not like I haven't seen your face before, you hide here and there What's the point? Or are you going to hide from me for the rest of your life?"

At this moment, all the beauty and ugliness of Late Autumn are exposed in front of Shan Yu. He has not applied any beauty, no forehead hair to cover the birthmark, and no eyebrows to enhance his appearance.

Wan Qiu's eyes were full of autumn water, and he stared at Shan Yu's throat timidly, because he was afraid of his husband's disgusting gaze, so he didn't dare to move his gaze upwards.

Shan Yu snorted, and pressed Wan Qiu's chin to make him look directly at her: "Look at me, don't hide."

Wan Qiu pursed her lips, and the birthmarks on her brows and eyes were burned by Shan Yu's almost straightforward gaze.

He subconsciously pushed Shan Yu away, and while pulling his hair indiscriminately to cover his face, he turned his back and shook his head helplessly: "Husband, don't look, don't look, I beg you, don't look at my face, don't look .”

Such a sweet and happy life is something that Wanqiu never dared to dream of. Now that he has it, he must take care of it in every possible way.

It doesn't matter whether he is inferior or cowardly, in short, Shan Yu likes him and treats him well today, Wan Qiu doesn't want to show Shan Yu his ugly appearance, not at all.

The thin-backed man hugged his head, his shoulders trembling faintly.

Shan Yu frowned, stepped forward and hugged Wan Qiu who was hiding from him, pressed him onto the bed in the inner room and said, "Don't move, be careful not to wake up the child."

Wan Qiu pushed Shan Yu's chest with red eyes, "My husband will bully me."

"What did I bully you for?"

"I said, don't look at my face." Wan Qiu was about to cry with grievance: "You have to look at it."

"You are my daughter-in-law. I think your face is justified. Why do you bully me? But you, you don't want to show your face to your husband. This is what a husband should do?"

"I……"

"What are you?" Shan Yu raised Wan Qiu's hands above his head, his movements were strong, but his face was still warm and moist as usual, Wan Qiu could only hear a little bit of laughter from Shan Yu's voice Xiaobai: "Are you still reasonable?"

For Yu Shanyu, beauty and ugliness are just skins, and it was never this face that attracted him in late autumn.

Originally, Lianzhou asked where is the best place for mountain rain and late autumn?At that time, Shan Yu had complicated feelings towards Wan Qiu, and he couldn't answer, but now he can say with certainty that Wan Qiu is very good, very good.

The person who can break his mountain rain and make him fall in love will certainly not be bad.

Both of them were silent for a moment, and the silent ones could only communicate with their eyes and breath.

Shan Yu lowered his head and imprinted a cool kiss on the fiery red birthmark of late autumn. Before his desire got out of control, he pulled the blushing person up and continued to wipe his hair.

On a mid-spring night, when the wind comes late, the mountain rain pushes the window, and the fallen flowers in the garden float in like rain.

Shan Yu took a double-petaled purple plum blossom petal between his fingers, moistened it with the water from Late Autumn's hair, and stuck it between his eyebrows, bowing his head and whispering in his ear.

"I love you, even though you are ugly, you are not ugly at all."

Late Autumn's inferiority complex was slowly cured from this time.

……

As soon as Xiao Baozi's first birthday passed, Shan Yu and Wan Qiu discussed the matter of naming. First of all, there was a big disagreement on the surname.

Shan Yu said: "My surname is not easy to come up with a name. Let's have your surname. The word 'wan' sounds better."

Wan Qiu pursed her lips in displeasure: "Husband doesn't want the child to have your last name, so just tell me your surname, and find such an excuse to prevaricate me, and coax me for a fool."

"Then tell me, what's my last name?"

"Mountains... mountains and seas?"

"I am the rain, he is the sea, is this going to ride on my neck?"

"Then... landscape?"

"Isn't water bigger than rain?"

"Mountain... mountain dew?"

"Why don't you call him Shanquan?"

After thinking about it for a long time, Wanqiu found that the surname 'Shan' is really not easy to choose a name, but the child's father's surname is the inheritance of the blood. To tell the truth, Wanqiu didn't want the little bun to take her own surname.

Shan Yu couldn't help it, tapped his index finger on Wan Qiu's knee a few times, and snorted, "Trouble."

Wan Qiu looked at him, and found that her husband was talking about trouble, but he was serious on the face, he squeezed Shan Yu's hand in satisfaction, waiting for him to think.

In late spring in April, after all the flowers bloomed, all the flowers fell, and it happened that the east wind blew all night last night, and the small courtyard was covered with a thick layer of fallen flowers.

Shan Yu lay on the low bed near the window, watched the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, and watched the clouds rolling and relaxing in the sky.

"Don't be surprised by favor or disgrace, I have no intention of going or staying..." Shan Yu looked at the falling red all over the ground, and the sea of ​​clouds surging in the sky with the wind, and said to Wan Qiu: "The child takes my surname, so let's call it Yun."