Reborn peasant spicy daughter-in-law

Chapter 1195 Extra Story: Commemoration ③

The next morning, Song Wanyu saw Mo Zhanhao going to work with two dark circles under his eyes, and suddenly felt guilty.

When sending people to the door according to the daily habit, she stretched out her hand to help him straighten his collar, "Come back early in the evening, I learned from Aunt Gui to make tremella soup, this season is suitable for drinking."

"Well, it's cold, you go in." Although Mo Zhanhao was a little embarrassed last night, when Mo Zhanhao thought of the hard-won love between the two, he didn't have so much time to worry about making troubles. Song Wanyu must have been thinking It's the same idea.

"I am leaving."

"Goodbye."

After getting married, Song Wanyu's daily routine is to send him to work every day, then watch some TV or books to pass the time, do some recovery exercises in the afternoon, and wait for him to come back from get off work in the evening, and the family sits together for dinner.

Although this kind of life is a bit blissful, after less than a month, Song Wanyu is a little tired... If only she could find something to do.

She was suddenly a little curious, what do other people do after they get married?
Anyway, she definitely won't be as idle as she is.

Thinking of this, Song Wanyu picked up the phone and asked her two married sisters, one told her that she was at work, the other told her that she was at home preparing to be a mother, and the rest of the time was spent shopping.

However, these two answers are of no reference value. Firstly, her body is not suitable for going to work, secondly, she is not suitable for being a mother, and besides shopping, she can't go to places with too many people now.

So Song Wanyu called Bai Xiaoxiao and Qin Sang again. The former was working part-time, the latter was starting a business, and the next thing was to have children, which she couldn't do.

After chatting for a few words, Qin Sang understood that she must be too busy to do anything, and she would get moldy after staying at home for a long time, but Song Wanyu's situation is special, and it doesn't mean that she is looking for a job when she is looking for a job, "You just want to find a job." Something to do, right?"

"Yeah." Song Wanyu, who had nothing to do all day long, felt that the days were like years, and she still had the feeling that she was eating and waiting to die.

"Although you are not suitable for work, you can do some creative work at home, such as painting, writing novels, or practicing calligraphy, or even arranging music. These things should not take so much energy." If possible, Qin Sang would actually prefer I want her to exercise more, but the doctor has already arranged Wanyu's recovery exercise, so she will not guide blindly.

"Your idea seems to be good." These are also a good way to pass things, Song Wanyu smiled lightly, "I can finally find something to pass the time."

"What do you want to do?"

"Try to write something first... I remember that you often wrote articles before, but I don't think I have as good a imagination as you."

"Just write what's on your mind. It's important to be happy." Wanyu is from the Department of Chinese and knows music. It's definitely not difficult for her to create these things. Qin Sang thinks she can do better than this.

"Well, when you come over next time, remember to come and play with me."

"No problem, I'll see you in two days."

After talking to Qin Sang, Song Wanyu happily hung up the phone, she actually forgot this point, even if she can't go out, doing some things can be less boring, and it's not as restrictive as going to work.

Although Song Wanyu can't come up with as many storylines as Qin Sang, she still has a lot of ideas to create, and she can also write poems and songs. She suddenly feels that there is not enough time, and she must act quickly!
As the days passed, Song Wanyu also wrote a lot. Sometimes when Mo Zhanhao was free, she would show him some works that she was more satisfied with.

In winter, snowflakes started to fall outside, but it was warm inside the house. Song Wanyu was wearing a thin nightgown and a woolen coat, and sat on Mo Zhanhao's lap with a piece of paper, looking at it with him "I don't think this sentence is well written, but I don't know what to replace it with..."

Mo Zhanhao vainly hugged her waist, his mind was already distracted, he looked down at the small part of the back of her neck that was exposed, his heart skipped a beat, he forced himself to look at the paper, but his words were a little unnatural, Those adjectives can be omitted. "

"Really?" Song Wanyu read it according to the method he said, "The flowers are like the skin of a girl, like a butterfly in spring..."

"What's wrong?" Song Wanyu climbed down and looked at her strangely.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

After finishing speaking, she went out with red ears. Song Wanyu, who stayed where she was, frowned. In the end, she kept seeing him go to the bathroom with a sad face, did she eat bad food?

There must be no problem with the food at home, that is, it is not clean when I go to work... But isn't everything in the clubhouse for guests?what is going on?

With this in mind, Song Wanyu felt that it was necessary for her to go to the place where he worked, but Mo Zhanhao didn't like her going to the clubhouse, because there were too many people of all kinds there, and he was worried that she would get into trouble, so the next day she I deliberately wrapped myself up tightly, and after reporting to my family, I quietly came to the Yunting Clubhouse.

Song Wanyu came to this place only once, and when the door was closed, Mo Zhanhao specially took her to visit, unexpectedly there were quite a lot of people in winter.

The inside was as luxurious as the first time she saw it, and she tightened the food box in her hand—today happened to be Xiaohao's birthday, so just treat it as a surprise for him.

Song Wanyu was about to go in with her things when she was stopped by two staff members, "Miss, do you have an appointment or a membership card?"

"No." Song Wanyu pulled down the scarf a little, hugged the food box in her hand and said, "I'm here to look for Mo Zhanhao, can you go in and let me know?"

"Come to see us, Mr. Mo?" At this time, a woman wearing a uniform and heavy makeup came over, looked Song Wanyu up and down, and said mockingly, "Mr. Mo has to see so many people every day, and you are an unknown junior. , see you soon?"

(End of this chapter)