289. Chapter 289 Wife, why are you so young?

Author: Mahjong Jun

Chapter 289 Wife, why are you so young?

Pingyang County, nursing home community.

After sending away the smug people, Zhao Wenmu locked himself in the study. He sat there writing something all afternoon, and even just took a few bites of dinner.

Zhao Wenmu was trying to recall the development time, leading figures, and practical applications of related technologies in the agricultural field in his previous life.

After many years of rebirth, many memories from his previous life were becoming increasingly blurry, and he had to sort them out and record them.

After picking up Zhao Jing from night school as usual, Zhao Wenmu went into the study again.

Zhao Jing, who came out of the shower with a fragrant smell all over her body, pursed her lips and looked at the closed door. A trace of resentment flashed in her eyes, which turned into a sly chuckle.

Zhao Wenmu has been so busy recently that he doesn't pay much attention to her, hum!

Pushing the door open and entering, it turned out that the man was sitting at his desk writing something, and his profile with clear lines looked extremely handsome.

Sure enough, men who work hard are the most handsome!

Zhao Jing gently shook her long hair and moved her feet closer to him.

Hey, Zhao Wenmu didn’t respond at all?!

The stinky man didn't notice her entering the house at all.

Zhao Jing suddenly felt an indescribable desire to win. She leaned down close to the man, and then pretended to flip her long hair casually.

Zhao Wenmu often says that her hair has its own fragrance.

In fact, it's just the scent of shampoo, but men refuse to admit it.

The long, silky hair was scattered on Zhao Wenmu's shoulders. Not only did he not notice it, he even brushed it away casually.

Zhao Jing almost went crazy, waving her little hands behind Zhao Wenmu as if to beat him.

After hesitating for a moment, she seemed to have made up her mind and bent down directly into Zhao Wenmu's arms.

It wasn't until a soft and fragrant sweet girl suddenly sat on his lap that Zhao Wenmu finally came back to his senses.

He put down the pen in his hand, wrapped his right hand around Zhao Jing's slim waist, and then held her small, tender and delicate hand.

"What's wrong?"

he asked with a smile.

It's rare for a daughter-in-law to take such initiative.

Zhao Jing bit her lower lip gently, her eyes filled with mist as if they contained stars, and a blush slowly appeared on her face.

Zhao Wenmu's breathing became faster and faster.

Little did he know that the woman in his arms was trying hard to hold her breath just now, just to look blushing.

In the quiet study room, the two of them looked at each other in silence, and the air gradually became pink.

Finally, Zhao Wenmu held Zhao Jing's head with one hand and lowered his head gently. It was not until a long time later that he let go of the woman with blurred eyes due to the resistance of a pair of restless little hands.

Zhao Jing pursed her slightly red and swollen lips, lowered her head and bit Zhao Wenmu's arm.

"hiss!"

"You are a puppy, right?"

Zhao Wenmu looked at her angrily, put his right hand from her waist into her clothes, and slowly moved upward.

After a while.

Zhao Wenmu, who couldn't hold himself back at all, stretched his left hand to the crook of Zhao Jing's leg, picked him up by the waist, and strode towards the bedroom.

"Huh, I still win!"

Zhao Jing looked at the notebook on the table and protested Zhao Wenmu's 'work' in her heart.

"Daughter-in-law, why are you so young?"

Zhao Wenmu suddenly asked.

Zhao Jing's figure is indeed a bit strange. A few years ago, the living conditions were poor and Zhao Wenmu was not kind to her. At that time, the girl was skinny and skinny. Later, when the conditions improved and she was in a happy mood, she quickly became plump and even had a slight growth.

Feeling a little stronger.

But as she continued to grow older, she gradually lost weight naturally and became more capable.

In the words of later generations, it is beautiful and sassy.

Of course, it was Zhao Wenmu who felt the deepest feelings about all this.

One girl, three senses, making a lot of money!

Of course Zhao Jing also knows that she has lost weight. What girl doesn't care about her figure?

She had lost a little weight before, so Zhao Wenmu took her to the hospital for a long time check-up, fearing that there was something wrong.

Facts have proved that she is very healthy.

The two of them felt relieved.

Seeing that Zhao Jing ignored him, Zhao Wenmu continued:

"Let's go to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow."

"...I won't go."

Zhao Jing hummed in his arms and said.

In the middle of the night, it suddenly started raining outside. It was drizzle at first, then a light breeze gradually picked up. The rain gradually became stronger with the wind, slapping the banana tree outside the window. In the second half of the night, the rain stopped and the wind blew, and the banana leaves were covered with rain.

Swinging with the wind, it is difficult to control oneself.

Zhao Wenmu woke up early in the morning and saw branches and leaves in the courtyard scattered.

The banana branches and leaves are drooping, as if they are sleeping.

After making delicious Meiling porridge for his wife and putting it in a casserole on the table, Zhao Wenmu took his little girl who had already gotten up and went out for a walk.

The king still has to go to court early.

Zhao Wenmu took Zhao II and Nannan to the old Zhao's Crayfish House. The little guy is now sent here by his mother to experience life.

When the little guy was eating a few days ago, he thought the wowotou was not delicious and was so angry that he threw it on the ground.

Zhao Wenmu's family does not eat white flour every day, but occasionally eats some corn flour steamed buns or pancakes.

It's definitely not because she can't afford it, but because Zhao Jing is sometimes not used to eating steamed buns every day.

The little guy threw the wowotou on the ground, and Zhao Jing got angry at that time.

With a livid face, she picked up the dough head, wiped it gently, and placed it in front of the little guy.

"Uncle farmers have worked hard to grow the food. If you don't like it, you can give it to me or dad to eat. Why do you throw it on the ground?!"

Zhao Jingping's calm tone put great pressure on the little guy.

Although this little guy is usually naughty, he is very perceptive. Especially when his mother is angry, she knows very well.

At this moment, the little girl was as good as a quail, because she knew that her mother was really angry.

Very angry very angry!

"Dad made all the money. You didn't put in any work, so why should you be picky?"

"Dad works so hard every day. Doesn't he think the steamed buns are not delicious?"

Zhao Wenmu, who was named, did not dare to express his anger. He did not want to help teach the little guy a lesson, nor did he dare to intercede for him.

If he dares to plead for mercy now, Zhao Jing can have sex with him.

My wife was already very dissatisfied with his unconditional indulgence of the little guy!

"Did you know that many people can't eat the wowotou thrown on the ground?!"

Zhao Jing became more and more excited, and the little guy was so frightened that he started crying.

Zhao Wenmu quickly took the wowotou in front of the little guy and stuffed it into his mouth.

Little did he know that he had really stirred up a hornet's nest.

Zhao Jing’s original intention was to let the little guy eat it, but she was extremely unhappy when she saw Zhao Wenmu eating her child-training props. At this time, the little guy also burst into tears.

The little guy was frightened and guilty after being trained by his mother. Seeing his father eating the wowotou he threw on the ground, he felt even more guilty. He couldn't restrain himself at all, and soon he was crying out of breath.

Seeing the little guy crying so hard that his lips were purple, the young couple didn't care about anything else and hurriedly coaxed him again.

The final result was that the little guy was punished by his mother to wash dishes at the crayfish house for a week.

Zhao Wenmu, on the other hand, has not eaten meat for many days.

I finally had meat last night.

In addition, the staple food at home in the past week has been steamed buns.

Zhao Wenmu ate until his throat started to smoke.

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