Late Marriage: Warm Wife, Let's Get Married

Yesterday they had a Chinese dinner. Today the hostess prepared toast, milk and spaghetti.

An Jingxing fried eggs on one side. The hostess put down noodles on the other side. As she went down, she asked kindly, "did two people quarrel last night?"

"Ah!" The hand holding the frying pan shook slightly. An Jingxing was stunned, and his face turned red. He didn't dare to make a noise.

"It's hard for this little couple to make a living without bumps. Let's give way, women. If you give him permission, he will feel wrong in the end and treat you better afterwards. Little girl, you just got married. There's still a long way to go in the future. "

Feelings, this aunt really took last night's news as their quarrel? Seeing that there was no other strange expression on the hostess's face, an Jingxing gradually relieved himself, turned over the smooth and tender fried eggs in the frying pan and filled them out.

The hostess smiled: "does your husband like medium rare? Seeing how skillfully you cook it, you must cook it for him every morning. "

An Jingxing did make breakfast for the man every morning, but it was not because he was his husband. This subtle misunderstanding made an Jingxing a little embarrassed. He just smiled and didn't speak.

Looking at such an Jingxing, the smile on the hostess's face seemed to be stained with a sad color, but an Jingxing didn't see it.

When breakfast was served, Tang qianrong was playing chess with his host on the sofa.

The overseas Chinese couple haven't returned home for decades. The chess they brought out from China was worn out.

Tang qianrong killed Zhenghuan with the male host. Tang qianrong's face was quiet, and the male host's eyebrows were tight, looking very nervous.

"Zhaohua has dinner!" The hostess put out her knife and fork and shouted at the man sitting on the sofa.

However, just then, a faint smile appeared on Tang qianrong's face, picked up a chess piece and slowly put it on a point on the chessboard.

Seeing the fierce change of his face, Lin Zhaohua stretched out his hand and stopped: "ah, ah, I don't want to go down here. I regret one step, just one step!"

Seeing that Tang qianrong still smiled and didn't speak, Lin Zhaohua's face was happy. He stretched out his hand to get the piece he had just dropped. Unexpectedly, before he met the chess piece, someone grabbed his ear.

"Lao Lin, you regret playing chess with a child. Are you shy? If you lose, you lose. Go and eat. "

Lin Zhaohua always had no resistance to his wife's Jiuyin white bone scratch. Lin Zhaohua gave two painful cries and hurried up. While complaining that there were outsiders, he still sat on the table according to his wife's wishes.

When Tang qianrong and an Jingxing also took their seats one by one, he blushed and explained awkwardly: "it's not that I'm not good at chess. I haven't touched it for so many years and I'm a little rusty. Don't be complacent, smelly boy! "

"Well, well, Lao Lin, don't talk like you won several times with others in those years!" Seeing his wife's lack of face, Lin Zhaohua's face turned red, but he didn't dare to make a noise. He drank a mouthful of milk and almost didn't choke.

Fan Ruhua has been with Lin Zhaohua for more than 30 years. At this time, there seems to be a warm feeling between them that outsiders can't intervene.

I can't help but feel a little warm at the sight of Anjing.

Thinking that if one day he is old, he will be satisfied to have a person who really treats him like them.