Reborn Wife 32

Chapter 279 At the age of 32, she is his chance! (1)
Before Wen Tingxin came back, Nan Shiyang played with the transparent glass bead for a while even though he was disgusted with it wholeheartedly.

Sometimes pinch and rub back and forth between two fingers, sometimes shine a few times on the fluorescent lamp, and sometimes turn it back and forth in the palm of your hand...

Although Wen Ting rewarded him with this little thing because she thought it was useless, Nan Shiyang never thought about throwing it away.

After a while, Nan Shiyang seemed to have figured it out...

I thought to myself, although this glass bead looks cheap and inconspicuous, it is also something left by Wen Tingxin's mother.

After all, it is a family heirloom!
Now that it has been passed on to him, it seems to have some meaning.

It's not certain, but he can pass it on from generation to generation and keep it for the grandparents and grandchildren below, as a treasure? !
"Yes, keep it." Grinning, Nan Shiyang stuffed the small glass beads into his wallet, and then put the wallet back into his trouser pocket.

After finishing, seeing the jade wrench on the side, and thinking of Wen Ting's heart to tell him to give it to An Zi...

That's right, the jade finger was given to An Zi, and the glass beads were given to him...

Then, Nan Shiyang sighed heavily again, his sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, quite helplessly: "It's really deceiving yourself."

feeling tired...

But after a while, Wen Ting came back to her heart. This time when she returned to the room, she brought two glasses of water in her hand.

Walking up to him quickly, Wen Ting handed over the cup heartily, "Here."

"Yeah." Nan Shiyang took the cup and held it in his hand, tilted his body and continued to lean on the bedside table, completely out of interest.

"What are you doing? Tired?" Wen Tingxin sat down next to him, gulped down half a glass of water, feeling refreshed.

Carrying a box of treasures, going back and forth twice, was like being a thief. She was so nervous that she was sweating.

"Tired..." Nan Shiyang said leisurely.

"I'm so tired? I haven't said anything yet?!" Wen Ting was shocked, and drank the remaining half of the water in a big gulp, and put the glass heavily on the bedside table.

"Ha!" He let out a long breath, looking refreshed.

However, it was cloudy and rainy on Nan Shiyang's side, and he half-closed his eyes and looked at her...

I wondered in my heart, is there any situation that is more tiring than giving him glass beads and An Ziyu's finger rings!
Wen Tingxin is really a big bastard, she doesn't know how to sympathize with her boyfriend's heart...

"Cheer up, I'm going to tell you something serious next, it's really a bad thing." Patting his arm, Wen Tingxin curled up on the bed cross-legged, and moved into the bed.

Her bed is huge, two meters long, bigger than any man's bed in this family.

Because she is used to sleeping in a big bed, so now that she has the conditions, she still wants to sleep in a big bed.

"Come in, don't sit on the edge of the bed, I've already made up my mind, you will sleep with me tonight, and share half of your space."

The quilt was folded into tofu cubes and placed on the head of the bed. Wen Tingxin was reaching out to pull Nan Shiyang into the center of the bed.

This sudden turn of the plot made Nan Shiyang unable to react at once, his mind was still confused, but his body had obediently followed her to bed and sat down.

"Wen, Wen Tingxin, I am now, can I sleep with you?" Nan Shiyang asked again in disbelief.

I don't know where a bad wind came from, which adjusted Wen Ting's mentality!
Actually invited him to sleep with her? !
Does that mean...

"I didn't buy you a quilt today, so you still don't have any sleep in your room. And I have something bad to tell you later. After I finish, I don't worry about you going back to talk to those two big boys." Sleepy old man."

Wen Ting crawled to the head of the bed, pulled up the quilt, and quickly covered the two of them together.

I don't know how many times she was ready to tell him about Ye Xiaofan...

But after the atmosphere calmed down, she couldn't speak again...

Wen Ting really didn't know how to tell Nan Shiyang about the fact that his third aunt went crazy that he had been looking forward to...

Things like this should have been told by Nanjingshan.But Nanjingshan didn't have time, so she could only tell the story on her behalf.

For Wen Tingxin, it is not that difficult to tell anyone, but telling Nan Shiyang will make her feel that she is too sorry for him...

It's very likely to cause tons of damage...

After being quiet for a while, Wen Ting held her mouth shut and said nothing, Nan Shiyang became bored.

"Wen Tingxin, didn't you say you have something bad to tell me?"

Nan Shiyang tilted his head to look at Wen Tingxin, her tangled expression made him unable to see clearly or understand...

A woman's mind is the most difficult to guess, especially for someone like Nan Shiyang who doesn't understand women at all...

"Oh, me, let me turn off the light first!" After holding back for a while, Wen Tingxin turned to turn off the bedside lamp on one side.

With a 'snap', the incandescent light was turned off, and the whole room was darkened.

This atmosphere is created to make people feel evil.

Nan Shiyang began to wonder, did the bad things she said refer to the things on the bed? !
If so, shouldn't he have said something? !
In the darkness, Nan Shiyang's first reaction was to take off his school uniform, suit jacket, tie, and shirt buttons.

The movement was quite big, and Wen Ting had noticed it, but she was too lazy to say it.

"Wen Tingxin, so we didn't even take a shower today?" Nan Shiyang's tone sounded a little excited after unbuttoning his shirt to the third.

Originally, according to the situation planned in his mind, it should be a fiery storm...

However, Wen Ting said suddenly: "Your third aunt is crazy and has lived in a mental hospital for more than ten years."

"What are you talking about, Third Aunt is fine, Third Aunt..." The unbuttoned hand stopped, and Nan Shiyang stopped in mid-air.

In the pitch-dark environment, Wen Ting turned her head halfway, her bright eyes widened, locking onto the motionless figure in front of her eyes.

(End of this chapter)