The whole capital persuaded me to remarry

Chapter 222 He's Not Someone Else, He's My Husband

Zhen Baoshu stared blankly at her father entering the house, then turned her head to look at Yan Jiulan who was sitting in the yard belatedly.

He was resting his hand on his forehead, looking at her and smiling slightly.

Zhen Baoshu pointed at her father's back, "My father is talking about you, right?"

Yan Jiulan bent her lips, "Yes, my father-in-law asked you to help me wash my clothes. How about it, do you want to?"

Zhen Baoshu couldn't help laughing too, Daddy is so funny, why can't he just say it straight, he has to beat around the bush arrogantly.

She walked towards Yan Jiulan with a wooden basin, "Yes, it is my honor to wash the clothes of the hero General Yan. You can bring it, and I will wash it together."

Yan Jiulan nodded, "Wait."

He went into the room and took out the dirty clothes he had changed into, and put them into the wooden basin that Zhen Baoshu was holding.

When she was about to walk out with the basin, he took the basin from her hand and said softly, "I'm just kidding with you, how can I let you do such a hard job of washing clothes? Go back and rest, I'm going to wash."

Zhen Baoshu stubbornly grabbed the basin and grabbed it with him, "No, you have done so much work, now it's my turn! You can't take care of everything, you are a big man, why are you competing with women to wash clothes? What's the matter? You go and sit down!"

He looked down at Shu'er who was like a housekeeper complaining that he was too diligent and didn't leave her something to do. The joy and happiness in his heart were about to burst through his chest.

In the past, although I could climb over the wall to find Shu'er every night, I could even hug and kiss Shu'er, but that kind of happiness is different from the happiness at this moment. It is a kind of warmth that exudes home. happy.

At that time, Shu'er was the little flower he held on the tip of his heart.

Shu'er, who is rushing to wash his clothes at this moment, is the housekeeper of his family, and his daughter-in-law who can proudly declare his sovereignty in front of the whole world.

He had won Shu'er before, and he did all the dirty work by himself, and let Shu'er sit and watch leisurely, but this kind of happiness made him suddenly not want to do all the work.

He also wants to see his Shu'er do something for him within his capacity, that is a happy thing.

So he let go, and let Zhen Baoshu walk out of the yard with the tub, to wash clothes by the mountain stream.

He followed behind with a smile, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle and picturesque.

An aunt passed by with a hoe on her shoulder and asked with a smile, "Miss Zhen, why don't you go wash your clothes? Didn't you bring a maid with you? Just let the maid do the washing!"

Zhen Baoshu smiled and nodded, and politely answered one by one, "Yes, washing clothes. The maid who followed us belongs to my sister, and my own maid is not here, so I will wash clothes by myself."

The maid who followed them belonged to Zhang Yurong.

Her family's maid, Xiangxue, together with her parents' and brothers' maids, was arranged by Brother Yan to go to Huguang with the caravan two days before they were exiled, where they first arranged for them to live.

The aunt looked at Zhen Baoshu in surprise, "Can't you order your sister's maid?"

Zhen Baoshu smiled and said, "A maid is also a human being. It's enough to serve my sister alone. How can I let her finish all of our work? That's too bullying."

The aunt laughed, "Your family are all kind people, no wonder you can do such a big business, people with a conscience will definitely be favored by God!"

The aunt was about to turn around when she suddenly saw a man's clothes in Zhen Baoshu's basin.

And it seems to be the clothes of the guards of the Escort.

The aunt is a gossip, and she asked in amazement, "Miss Zhen, why do you still wash clothes for the people in the escort agency? Are you all so nice as the eldest lady?"

Zhen Baoshu turned her head and glanced at Yan Jiulan who was following behind.

The tips of her ears turned red, and she mustered up the courage to say to the aunt, "He is not someone else, he will soon be my husband."

(End of this chapter)