
Tan Anjun looked at his walking figure with raised eyebrows, and stroked the arm that his little wife had just patted, his body temperature was still there, and flowed all the way to the bottom of his heart. He is a role model among men.
Yang Lan'er ran out of the cave with clothes on her arms, patted her face and walked into the straw warehouse, locked the door, and darted into space.
He had harvested the plants in the current space once, and now the replanted ones had grown fingers again. Herbs are also growing well.
When she came to the bathing pool, Yang Lan'er only soaked for a quarter of an hour before coming to the mirror and looking at the beauty in the mirror. After caressing his fat face, now that Tan Anjun had returned, would he still need to apply the potion?
Think or apply less, so that the pattern gradually becomes brighter in a process. After applying the potion and coming out of the room, the water in the bucket was poured out of the hut.
Back in the cave, Yang Lan'er remembered, how did they sleep tonight? Now the cave has been divided into spaces with weeds.
But it was still within a vast space, and several voices were still heard from each other. Oops shameful.
"Miss, you came back after washing. Come here, are the children still waiting for you?" While hesitating, Tan Anjun's deep and sweet voice sounded.
Yang Lan'er gritted her teeth and slowly moved. Seeing him, the children shouted happily: "Mother, hurry here, Father is telling us the story of war." Yang Lan'er put the bucket
next to her and touching her two little heads: "Listen to another story and you'll be happy." Sleep, you know? Usually you're already asleep, mother, I taught you earlier that children should go to bed earlier and wake up earlier to grow taller. "He said and glared at the culprit," Tell me another story, just put them to bed."
Tan Anjun smiled slightly, "Okay"
Yang Lan'er came out to see that everyone was already sleeping. Go to the corner and remove the two blankets from the place. Returning to her cubicle with a blanket on her arm, she noticed that she was still telling stories.
Holding Bao'er's small body in his arms, listening to Tan Anjun's heavy and lazy voice was like a lullaby. After a while, he fell asleep in a daze.
Tan Anjun looked at the three mothers and children who were asleep on the bed, his heart softened, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of excitement. He got up and brought a bucket, and,
going outside the cave to wash up, and returning to bed with a wet body, saw Bao'er leaning in the arms of his little wife, who was,
no matter how uncomfortable he looks. Raising the blanket, she hugged Belle resignedly, and sighed, glad to finally find you today.
After a deep sleep, Tan Anjun woke up right after dawn. Turning around and looking at the other side, in the mist, looking at the little wife's unraveling blue hair, a peaceful sleeping face, a touch of affection flashed in the depths of her eyes.
He immediately got up and put on his clothes, stepped out of the compartment, and came out of the cave The guards had already gotten up to practice martial arts, and Tan Anjun asked them to run around the valley for five rounds. The guards did not dare to refute, and ran over with sullen expressions on their faces.
Looking at their fleeing figure, the man slightly arch his lips, making others even more annoyed with depression! Well, I feel a lot better now.
When Yang Lan'er opened her sleepy eyes, the sun was already high. After taking a shower, he went to the kitchen and lifted the lid of the pot. Sure enough, there was breakfast in the pot. There is chicken, sweet potato porridge and sauteed mushroom merang.
After breakfast, Yang Lan'er walked slowly outside the cave, saw the children writing a large character on the ground, crouched to the side and saw that the writing was good, and that the writing was good,
but he didn't teach them what they wrote. After asking, they learned that Tan Anjun taught them Touch their heads and let them write seriously.