This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

Chapter 174: Sadness flows like river!

  Chapter 174 Sadness flows against the river!

  After Qin Baiyu came back, Wife Lin left soon, and by the way also took the fruit basket that was poked into a hole by Qiao Mu.

  Of course, her husband asked for it.

  In the room where the two-person world was restored again, Yan Shiqi sat on the sofa holding the bag, while the man sat at the table and ate dinner with a graceful manner.

  There are many items in the paper bag.

  Facial cleanser, makeup remover, moisturizer, essence... etc. etc.

   has everything available, exactly the same as the set of skin care products in Linhu Bay.

  Yan Shiqi sniffed, feeling unspeakable in her heart, raised her head to look at the man who was dining, and asked in a huff: "You go out just to buy these for me?"

   "Well, on the way."

  The man’s answer was simple, Wen Ru calmly seemed to take it for granted.

  Yan Shiqi bit the corner of her lower lip and opened another bag. It was a new set of aqua-blue pajamas, and then... it was a new set of underwear.

  Yan Shiqi: "..."

  She quickly folded the bag, her face quietly climbed on two red clouds, her eyes fell on the man without expectation, and the corners of her lips were filled with a warm smile.

  In such a quiet atmosphere, there is nothing to say, Yan Shiqi can perceive that the love and thoughtfulness he gives is always so moisturizing and silent.

   is like an ordinary couple, in each other's habits, each other hand in hand to grow old.

  Perhaps, this is the love of two people in one room, three meals in four seasons.

  This night, Yan Shiqi lay sideways on the bed, leaning back against the man's arms.

  The beds in the superior ward are fairly spacious, and the two people are lying sideways, not crowded.

  A faint orange light was on the corner of the door, and Yan Shiqi was completely sleepy.

  Hearing the man’s even breathing, she quietly took out the phone from under her pillow, took advantage of the dark night, opened the search engine, and typed in a sentence: How to attract her husband?

  The content is varied and there is no suitable answer.

  After she returned to the page, she touched her lips with her fingertips, thought about it, and typed in: How to seduce her husband?

  The content is really comprehensive... She reads it with gusto.

   Yan Shiqi, who was immersed in the responses of netizens, did not notice...

   Behind him, the man who hugged her into his arms, squinted his dark eyes, and saw all this in his eyes.

  ……

  This night, Yan Shiqi holding his mobile phone to review comments.

   On the other side, Ling Zihuan was also scratching her heart and thinking about how to get Qiao Mu to promise her that she would help her deliver breakfast to the hospital early tomorrow morning.

  The little girl knew in her heart that she definitely couldn't appear in the ward.

  In the afternoon, the fourth uncle did not see her, which does not mean that she will not see her tomorrow.

  I wanted to ask Damutou for help, but his phone turned off.

  At this moment, the one-bedroom apartment and the elaborate living room are broadcasting the evening news.

  Just after 6:30, Ling Zihuan was holding Huniu in his hands, sitting on a small stool beside the coffee table, looking at Qiao Mu sadly, and scratching Huniu’s ears from time to time.

   "Second Uncle, do you agree?"

  If you want to ask others, you must be inferior to others!

  Ling Zihuan took it all, as if more and more handles were pinched in the hands of the second uncle.

  Sadness has turned into a river!

  She watched eagerly at Qiao Mu sitting on her sofa, her legs folded on the coffee table, and her pair of pink bunny slippers on her feet, almost bursting by him.

  Look down again to see how embarrassed you are with your bare feet and left foot on your right foot, so wronged!

   "What do you promise?" Qiao Mu glanced at her, still holding a paper cup in his hand, drinking ordinary white tea, but Jun's face was full of satisfaction.

  There is one more unfinished, tomorrow. . . Sent before 12 noon.

  From next Tuesday, there will be 5 changes, guarantee 5 vs. 6, give me the votes, count the votes! . . .

  (End of this chapter)