Yipin Farmer's Wife

Chapter 309 Qianze is like wine, intoxicating! (2)
Han Chulan blinked and realized that her pretty face was flushed with red tide, which was truly glamorous and charming. Ye Qianze finally couldn't resist her temptation, bowed his head and kissed her red lips, tossing and turning. After one time, he panted and moved his lips away.

"Dong dong."

There was a knock on the door outside the room.

Xingyue's respectful voice sounded from across the door: "My lord, are you awake? The washing water is ready."

"Leave the washing water behind, you guys step back, you don't need to wait. You can come in later to clean up." Ye Qianze ordered indifferently, Xingyue respectfully responded, and then retreated, but Han Chulan Not a sound of footsteps could be heard.

Lifting the veil, Ye Qianze stretched out his big hand, and took the clothes placed not far away into his hand.

Han Chulan pulled the quilt, watched him put on his clothes elegantly and calmly, with admiration on her face, and she would tsk-tsk: "Qianze, your figure is so good."

Ye Qianze smiled lightly, glanced evilly at her body covered by the quilt, and said, "Your figure is not bad." It was much better than when she first married. At that time, her figure was so flat like a boy.

Han Chulan scolded him.

After Ye Qianze got dressed, he sat down on the edge of the bed, handed her the bellyband, and asked softly, "Do you want to serve your husband?"

"No need. You just need to help me comb my hair. I still don't know how to comb my hair in a bun. When you're not around, I just tie it behind my head casually." Han Chulan took her clothes and put them on Ye Qianze put it on in front of him, and Ye Qianze thought she would let him out shyly, or at least be coquettish and make him turn his back, but she didn't expect that she would put it on in front of him openly. Clothes.

Also, his wife has never been a thin-skinned person.

As if reading through his mind, Han Chulan said: "The house is round, and we have seen everything that needs to be seen. It's just the two of us. If we cover it up again, it will look artificial."

Ye Qianze's ears turned red.

Look, his wife's face is much thicker than his.

Dressed neatly, Ye Qianze carried her out of bed, carried her to the bronze mirror, picked up the comb, and gently combed her hair full of black hair, she liked to let him comb her hair, and he also liked to comb her hair, love Her naturally soft and beautiful hair.

"Lan'er, what kind of bun do you want to wear?"

"You can wear whatever bun you think looks good on me." Han Chulan didn't have high requirements in this regard, and she was actually more used to clipping the back of her head with a clip, which was trouble-free and easy.

Ye Qianze smiled, "I think you like the Fuyun bun very much, so let me help you comb the Fuyun bun."

"it is good."

Han Chulan also really likes wearing a fuyun bun, but Ye Qianze only cares about her liking, and doesn't care that she should be wearing a woman's bun at the moment.

After combing her hair, Ye Qianze inserted a hairpin for her, and fastened a few elegant orchids on it.

"Qian Ze, help me insert this hairpin."

Han Chulan handed a wooden hairpin to Ye Qianze behind him, it was the first gift Ye Qianze gave her.After returning to Beijing, he also gave her many hairpins that were dozens of times better than wooden hairpins, but this wooden hairpin was her favorite.

Ye Qianze took the wooden hairpin, put it on her hair, looked at her gently in the bronze mirror, and asked fondly, "Does it look good?"

Han Chulan smiled and nodded.

Ye Qianze seemed to have thought of something, turned around and left. After a while, he came back behind her and handed her a small wooden figurine and another wooden hairpin.

"What?" Han Chulan took the little wooden puppet and another wooden hairpin, and when she saw the appearance of the little wooden puppet, she turned her head to look at Ye Qianze behind her, and asked in disbelief: "Qian Ze, did you carve this?"

Ye Qianze hummed, pulled her up from the bronze mirror, hugged her gently, and let her look at the puppet repeatedly on his chest, explaining in a mellow and intoxicating voice: "This When we separated, I carved it out. I missed you, carved you out, carried you with me, and took it out to have a look when I missed you. I also carved this hairpin for you at that time."

"resembles."

Han Chulan admired sincerely.

Ye Qianze smiled, "You draw my portrait, and it looks very similar. Lan'er, your painting method seems to be different."

"That's a sketch."

Han Chulan answered casually.

sketch?

an unfamiliar word.

Ye Qianze's heart tightened, and he wisely did not continue on these two words, but subconsciously tightened his arms around her.

"I'll accept this hairpin. Take this little Han Chulan with you. I want you to keep me in your heart all the time." Han Chulan accepted the wooden hairpin and stuffed her little portrait into it. In Ye Qianze's hand, there was a sweet look on his face.She has him in her heart, so she paints his portrait vividly.And he also has her in his heart, so he can carve the little man exactly like her.

Ye Qianze still smiled: "You are always on my mind."

"Liar, at the beginning, you didn't care about me at all."

"It's the same with you."

"That's right, we're even."

"Blue."

"Ah."

"Did I ever say I love you very much?"

"Have."

"I also want to say, I love you very much, love you very much."

"Me too."

"Being lazy again, say a complete sentence."

Han Chulan simply gave him an early kiss.

After the kiss, Ye Qianze asked worriedly, "Lan'er, are you still feeling unwell?" He was very gentle last night, but she still felt unwell.

"I rested all night, it's okay, at least I don't feel like the 'like falling apart' as mentioned in the book."

"After breakfast, rest for a while."

Ye Qianze still said thoughtfully.

Han Chulan had already left him and walked to open the door. Seeing two pots of steaming face wash water at the door, she bent down and brought in one pot first, and put it on the table, signaling to Ye Qianze himself She started to wash her face, and then she brought another basin of wash water.

Ye Qianze had already washed her face when she brought in the second basin of washing water.

Han Chulan knew that he was moving very fast, so she didn't care. When she reached into the water, a pair of big hands had already picked up the veil in the basin before her, twisted off the water drops familiarly, and then put the veil gently on it. When it reached her face, Ye Qianze gently wiped her face.

Looking up, Han Chulan looked at him.

She only reached Ye Qianze's chin now, and Ye Qianze's height was estimated to be over 180 centimeters.

"Qian Ze, you are too kind to me."

Han Chulan protested.

(End of this chapter)