Tang Shi didn't dare to bet on whether he would come over to him. In that case, he wouldn't be able to hold on for long and would be defeated.

Anxious.

He actually felt that at this age, nothing was more important than liking her. Even money could not make her happy.

"As long as you like it, it's not a waste." Lao Song made himself a cup of black tea and took a slow sip, as if he could feel the tea trees blowing in the wind.

After being married for so many years, he has never had to worry about family matters. She takes care of the elderly, children, himself, housework, food and drink, all these are taken care of by her.

You are not willing to take care of others at home, so you can take care of them after you marry?

Besides, little girl, just teach her slowly, and you can’t ask for so much.

"Why don't you just grab it?" Lao Song couldn't help laughing: "You don't even have a daughter-in-law, why are you thinking so much?"

Seeing him getting into the car, still holding on to his clothes, Tang Shi secretly had a hint of smile in a place that Song Ci couldn't see.

"I really can't find it. Let's see if you want the Song family's incense." Song Ci's mother was angry.

With a soft voice and a charming eye roll, this top beauty can make you burn from head to toe with just a simple act of coquettishness.

Taking the bag he handed over, Song Ci's mother carefully put it down, then slowly opened it. Looking at the bunches of beautiful red flowers, she smiled happily.

"What, I can just wash it myself!" Song Ci scratched his head and smiled.

The blushing face makes people want to take a bite. Although the shy look has been seen over and over again, it still feels like it is not enough.

You are still pretending not to know anything. You must be having fun in your heart, right?

Ah~!

Which cadre can withstand such a test?

"It's all up to you!" Tang Shi replied obediently with a smile.

Ah~!

I've seen through you.

Just know it is so.

This is the plan. If you can find it, find it. If you can’t find it, arrange it.

Lao Song did not answer.

This kind of boyfriend experience, erhuo, is amazing.

"Big man, what kind of kitchen do you enter? This is a woman's business." Song Ci's mother rolled her eyes at him.

My wife is a person who can easily find happiness, and these are enough.

After being married for so many years, she had accommodated Old Song to an unknown amount, and Old Song had accommodated her to an unknown amount.

How did Song Ci know that she thought so much?

Even before the confusion was cleared up, she was even more confused by her various advanced operations.

She likes flowers, but she can't raise them well. My daughter can't say she likes them, but she can always raise them well.

It is already a very open-minded idea for him to make his own decisions about feelings and interests. He did not choose interests directly because he knew very well that a marriage without love would not be happy.

"What did you buy again? Let me see." She had already given up the habit of saying he spent money recklessly several years ago, and now she would not say anything about you spending money recklessly.

There is no way it can withstand such heavy firepower.

Song Ci, who was far away in Baiyun City, was preparing to go home.

Song Ci is not married yet, and it is not certain when he will get married.

"I'll help you serve the food!" Lao Song rolled up his shirt.

You hit me last time and looked like you couldn't accept it. Now you take it yourself? Do you not treat me as an outsider too much?

I always felt that he was just not used to Tang poetry at first, so I didn't try hard enough to let him get used to it. As a result, Song Ci didn't adapt at all.

That's how it feels, completely right.

Tang poetry, which has undergone tremendous changes, has the feeling of teasing Song Ci in turn, at least Song Ci feels this way.

After thinking about that scene, Song Ci's mother sighed.

Song Ci's smile was somewhat similar to his, a little gentle, a little elegant, and a little bright.

Somehow, she also imitated Song Ci's last operation, causing Song Ci to bump into her off guard.

"Do you like the lotus lantern?" Lao Song asked knowingly.

"You're bad."

Tang Shi rolled her eyes at him.

devil!

Coming back early from a business trip, taking time out to walk with her, and planting grass together will make her happy for a long time.

Who can resist the charm of a snoring monster?

Song Ci can't do it, it's too difficult, it's really too difficult.

Last year, he told Song Ci that if he could find a wife similar to his mother in his life, he would be relieved.

"He is no longer chasing other girls. If he does catch up with her, don't disagree with me this way or that." Song Ci's mother said.

Lao Song, who was drinking soup, shook his head.

There was obviously a mistake in the process today. He was obviously teasing her, but instead she was teasing herself.

If he dares to cut off the incense, his grandfather can break his legs without having to do it himself.

Of course something is wrong. It's strange that I'm okay with your reaction.

Still subtle.

Tang Shi chuckled.

It doesn't matter, it's still so reserved.

Tang Shi took the car key, rode out the electric bike, handed the helmet to Song Ci, and then patted the back seat.

After a set of combination punches, Song Ci almost lost his fighting ability.

At this moment, she herself was blushing and heartbeating. Looking at the elder sister riding an electric bicycle a few meters away in front of her, Tang Shi felt that this excuse seemed a bit false.

After work, he is always the first to go home and occasionally brings small gifts to his wife or creates some small surprises.

He also came closer. At that moment, the tip of his nose was only a centimeter or two away from the tip of Tang Shi's nose: "Did you see it wrong?"

It's not that exaggerated.

I have always felt that what Lao Song said about the age at which tea can be drunk, its quality, and the place where it was grown are a kind of bragging behavior.

Lao Song at the door felt the just right temperature in the room, looked at her little habits that couldn't be changed, and smiled softly and elegantly.

Putting his hand on her waist, Tang Shi turned around and said, "Don't fall."

"It's okay, ride slower!" Song Ci said.

"Don't be like this. I'm not a good person. If you do this again, I'm afraid you'll call the police." Song Ci pointed to the plate: "Eat well."

Song Ci also had a stubborn temper, and if he wasn't angry, he would be fine, but when he was angry, he would be like a stubborn bull.

She could bear it, but maybe Lao Song and Song Ci couldn't.

He has already compromised once, and this time he is not going to compromise again on this matter.

"Old Song, you said that if they take care of their grandchildren in the future, won't we be even more bored?" Song Ci's mother asked him.

This is right.

Song Ci:?

No, don't be like this, I'm not used to it!

Her taking it for granted made Song Ci feel that he had missed a lot of things. It was like a year had passed since he woke up. He was still chasing her one night, but she was his wife the next night.

She sighed when she thought of the old lady holding a cane and the old man holding a bamboo stick chasing Song Ci all over the yard.

It should have been washed long ago.

Being too close is like saying invisibly that the opportunity is so close to you, and you still haven't grasped it?

There is always a stage. After that stage, things you think about will be different.

Seeing Song Ci's smile, Tang Shi had an idea and suddenly realized that he preferred to see himself shy.

"I mean, it's hard to find this kind of girl. Aren't you embarrassing the child?" Song Ci's mother complained: "It's because the parents are holding her for fear of falling, and holding her in their arms for fear of melting."

"If I don't come back, I will go to the hospital to see him during the Spring Festival." Lao Song ate some green vegetables: "Do you think he would dare to fight back if the old man and the old lady hit him if he learns some martial arts?"

Ahhhh, this coquettishness has reached my heart!

Song Ci coughed a few times before he regained his composure and began to understand why King Zhou liked vixens in the TV series.

While watching Tang Shi put away the dishes, Song Ci thought of his father's words again and murmured to himself with a smile: "Is that a slap in the face?"
To be continued...