Pastoral Relaxing Daughter-in-law Farmer
Chapter 324 This is torture
"Initially I wanted Wang Qing to be the shopkeeper of the restaurant. After all, he was the shopkeeper of the restaurant before, so it was easy to start, but now he was in charge of many family affairs. If he went to the county town, he would have to find someone he trusted to replace him, "Yang Lan'er frowned a little:" I plan to hand the grain and oil store over to Zeng Yulai for now.
Let's see if the child is competent, then we'll talk about other things.
Tan Anjun pursed his lips lightly, and stretched out his fingers to wipe his little wife's slightly pouting brows, "Why worry about this? Leave this matter to my husband. You just have to do one thing right now. "
Yang Lan'er looked at him suspiciously.
Tan Anjun smiled faintly, staring at his little wife's beautiful eyebrows and eyes, two words came out of his thin pursed lips: "Anti-birth!"
Yang Lan'er was a little surprised when she heard those words, and for a moment, her face as white as jade smiled like a flower, and her deep red and slightly swollen lips opened lightly: "OK."
She was the only one willing to smooth the thorns on the road in front of her, and she was willing to be the woman behind her.
One drink and one kiss, can it be determined in advance.
Right now, I just want to be an idealist!
Tan Anjun saw his little wife so obedient and well-behaved, and his eyes lit up: "I will find time for Zeng Qingsheng and the others to pack up the shop next to the market in the past few days, and when the watermelon is ripe, they will be transported there and opened, okay?"
"It's so good." Yang Lan'er nodded.
Tan Anjun heard that the sound of rain had subsided, and the sky gradually brightened. He lifted his blanket and got up, "Alright, I'll see the arrangements for these things. Rest well. I'll go to the front yard to see the kids."
Yang Lan'er watched her dress quickly, got up and pouted: "Master, what should I do?"
Glanced at him: "His body is fragile and weak, help me get dressed."
Tan Anjun was slightly stunned, and after a while, the corner of his lips curved slightly: "OK."
“Cough uhuk...!” Tan Anjun pressed his fist against his lips and coughed a few times, his eyes fluttered but he did not dare to look at his little wife, the thin blanket suddenly faded, his temples were half-slanted, and his almond eyes were bashful.
Yang Lan'er looked at the red hue from the base of her ear slowly spreading to her neck and cheeks, with her hands folded on her chest and a smile hidden in her eyes: "My master, I feel a little cold."
Hearing this, Tan Anjun no longer cared about being shy, taking off clothes with trembling fingers, carefully dressing them up one by one, and when the little wife was wearing embroidered shoes, he sighed silently and wiped his clothes. Sweat due to tension, stretching and calming a tense and stiff body.
This is just torture!
"Go and do your job, I'll go to the kitchen to see it."
Tan Anjun watched his little wife leave him without hesitation, and walked out of the room, suddenly feeling very sad!
"Mom, where are you going?"
"Xiao Ruo, is zongzi ripe? I want to eat it. "Yang Lan'er met Xiao Ruo on the way to the kitchen, and asked.
Xiao Ruo knelt down and saluted, and said: "It's already cooked for lunch, and it should be ready to eat by now, Madam, the servant girl will go with you."
Yang Lan'er looked at it, the skinny and skinny little girl at first finally regrowed some meat, she nodded: "Alright, we'll send some to the front yard later, he said, let Mr. Su and the children have taste."
Just in time to give them afternoon tea.
The master and the servant came to the front yard.
It just so happens that the kids are out of class, and it's time for practice, but today it's still raining outside.