Looking at An Yuan Shizi with a cold face, "What do you mean? Didn’t I just put a makeup on you? I’m not happy and just wash it! Who is scared by having a black face? A little bit of love between husband and wife | Understand...Jianjia, clean up, let's go back to Han's house for a few days..."

Jian Jia had just gone to the big kitchen and asked Mrs. Ding to cook Qiqiao Sanzhen. When she came back, she didn’t even breathe, and heard the noise inside. She put her things on the table and prepared. Go to pack things and go back to Han Mansion.

Shizi An Yuan didn’t expect Qingming’s temper to be so big. It turned out to be it. It’s fun for a man to put makeup on a woman. You put a man on a woman’s makeup. You told me that it’s fun. Sorry. He doesn't quite understand the interest of him!

Moreover, Han Qingming has always been a gentle temper. Now that he is suddenly so noisy, An Yuan Hou Shizi still bumped into it several times today, which made him really very upset.

For a while, I didn't dare to provoke her, but I didn't want to be wronged all at once.

"What to pack, go down!!"

The matter of An Yuan’s son is at a critical moment, even if his heart has become a sea, he dare not really let Qingming pack up his things and return to Han Mansion at this time. Eight achievements guessed that there was a contradiction between their husband and wife.

There was a lot of friction between the couple when they first got married.

Han Shen didn't know that the sword came up to support Han Qingming, so he only stumbled him secretly, making him miserable.

After one or two times, An Yuan’s son understood that Han Shen’s temperament is just like that. I am a spoiled daughter. If you marry your family, you have to give me a pet. You let my daughter fall. Tears, I will make you bleed...

So after one or two times, An Yuan Hou Shizi no longer dared to show any displeased expression in front of Han Qingming.

In any case, he wants to be happy, so he has been suppressed, even with a smile on his face now, his heart is suppressed to get angry.

"Qing Ming... don't be angry anymore!"

An Yuan Hou Shizi comforted him quietly.

"Jianjia, pack things up, right away, right away!"

Han Qingming just sat on the chair at the door, looking at the spring of March outside, no matter if An Yuan Shizi coaxed in a low voice, Qingming would keep his face cold and not showing any smile.

Shi Zi An Yuan coaxed him for a long time, and saw that Qingming was still in such a way that the oil and salt were not getting in, so he flicked his hand and walked away.

It's really enough, anyway, their family has reached the final time, thinking that now the Han family can't make any moths.

It wasn't until Shizi An Yuan walked into the yard that the girl who came and went saw Shizi An Yuan's face, lowered her head, and resisted a smile, Shizi An Yuan thought about what his face was like?

She had to turn back to the yard again, shouting angrily to the maid to fetch water to wash her face.

In fact, Jiajia didn't clean up much, she just needed to pack two sets of clothes that Han Qingming often wears, and then match Han Qingming with some usable jewelry, and that's it.

"lay down!"

An Yuan Shizi turned back to the yard, looked at the baggage she was holding in her hand, and suddenly scolded her.

"Jianjia, let's go!!"

Han Qingming looked at the red face of An Yuan Hou Shizi, and even swayed in front of her. She really resisted laughing.