Meng Yuan lowered his head, his eyes as thick as ink, "Then we won't run away this time, okay?"
If he keeps running, he may never be able to hold his wife in his arms.
Shen Qingqing raised her head and met his eyes, "So, what do you want to do?"
Meng Yuan leaned forward slightly, put the tip of his nose against hers, rubbed it gently, and murmured: "Can I kiss you?"
Shen Qingqing's face suddenly turned red. Just kiss her. How could you ask such a question? She didn't even know how to answer it.
Meng Yuan seemed to see through her thoughts, chuckled, and kissed her lips.
It's like drizzle falling, with a slight coolness, scattered between the lips, tossing and turning, gradually warming up.
Compared with the impatience and panic last time, both of them were obviously more patient and sentimental this time.
Like a game, you chase me, you come and I go...
By the end, both of them were breathing in confusion, especially Meng Yuan, whose breath was burning.
Wrap your fingers around the ends of your hair and climb up until you reach the wooden hairpin stuck in your hair.
He took off the wooden hairpin and replaced it with a plum blossom hairpin.
The bright red stamens perfectly match the red dress on her body.
"What did you put on my head?"
Shen Qingqing raised her hand to touch her hair, and was caught off guard by his hand.
"A gift for you."
Meng Yuan replied in a low voice, held the back of her head firmly with his other hand, pecked her lips lightly, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Qingqing, can you marry me again?"
Shen Qingqing's heart skipped a beat, "Aren't we already married?"
"Yes, but I want to have a wedding that is exclusive to us, a complete wedding." Meng Yuan looked at her with deep eyes and said in a gentle voice: "With blessings from relatives, worship in the church, lift the hijab..."
"Also, the night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber."
He emphasized the last few words.
Shen Qingqing's eyelashes trembled and she glared at him sweetly. She asked why someone would suddenly mention this matter. She really didn't have good intentions.
But...thinking about it, it feels pretty good.
"When do you want to hold the wedding again? Let's agree first. I'm very busy. Don't blame me if you don't have time to prepare."
Meng Yuan smiled and tapped the tip of her nose, couldn't help but pecked her lips again, and said vaguely: "Don't worry, I will prepare everything, you can just be a bride with peace of mind."
The chirping laughter of children could be heard outside, and Shen Qingqing quickly pushed away the man in front of her and wiped her lips.
During the movement, the village chief's wife had already led the children into the yard, "Qingqing, come out quickly and pick up the children. It's dark, don't fall."
"Here we come." Shen Qingqing responded and walked out.
Meng Qixue's exaggerated exclamation came from the darkness: "Wow, mother, you are so beautiful! Are you wearing the new clothes Xuebao bought? Isn't that right?"
Shen Qingqing laughed at her: "It's such a dark day, you can see what clothes my mother is wearing, is she a dog?"
"I can't see clearly, but I can guess it." Meng Qixue said seriously, "With dad being a big traitor, wouldn't it be super easy for mom to find what I've hidden?"
Meng Yuan coughed and said, "Meng Qixue, your father is still alive."
Meng Qixue grinned and said, "Hey, daddy, you are here too. I didn't say anything just now."
Even if you say it, it is the truth.
"Mom, let's go into the house. I want to see how you look in your new dress. It must look great!"
Shen Qingqing held her hand and said, "Let's go."
After entering the house, Meng Qixue excitedly circled around her several times, her eyes so bright that she seemed to be hiding stars, "Mother looks even better in this dress, as beautiful as the big red flowers grandma planted!"
Shen Qingqing held her little face and kissed her several times, "Mom, I think it looks good too. Xuebao has really good taste."
Meng Qixue's chest puffed up and she was extremely proud, "That's right, you don't even know whose daughter I am!"
Shen Qingqing laughed out loud at her playful tone, and her heart felt as sweet as honey.
No matter in her previous life or now, she has no shortage of money to buy clothes and jewelry, but there is always a difference between what she buys and what others give her.
The same thing, given by others, especially given by someone you care about, seems to be given a special meaning and becomes more precious.
Seeing her happy look, the other three children were thoughtful.
Finally, Meng Qiyun asked first: "Mom, besides new clothes, what else do you like?"
"Mom likes a lot of things. Delicious, fun, beautiful, I like them all."
This, saying it is the same as not saying it.
Meng Qiyun scratched his head, "What do you like most?"
Shen Qingqing pursed her lips and smiled, putting her thumb on her index finger and twisting it, "Do you still need to ask? It must be money!"
As the saying goes, "If you have money, you are a dragon, but if you don't have money, you are a worm." Who doesn't love money?
Meng Qiyun: "..."
Her mother's hobbies are really simple and crude.
"I see."
In the future, if you want to please your mother, just bring the money back and that's it.
Meng Qifeng and Meng Qiyu looked at each other. Do they want to set up a stall and sell potatoes to make money like their sister?
It feels so difficult...
Shen Qingqing, who had seen through everything, patted the little heads of the four cubs and said with a smile: "Actually, you don't have to go out of your way to buy gifts for mom. As long as you can remember mom in your heart, even if you bring back a candy, mom will be very happy.
"
The four cubs nodded at the same time, "I got it, Mom."
After putting the children to sleep, Shen Qingqing pulled out the plum blossom hairpin from her hair, played with it several times, and asked Meng Yuan: "Why did you suddenly think of buying such an expensive hairpin?"
"I feel like you might like it." Meng Yuan walked up behind her and hugged her waist, "So, do you like it?"
"I like it, it's quite beautiful." Shen Qingqing smiled, "I just feel sorry for Xiaoqian. Have you spent the silver reward that General Zhao gave you?"
Meng Yuan kissed her heart and said, "No, it's not that expensive... I have something to do tomorrow, so I won't go to town with you. Can you and Aunt He be busy?"
"Ah, it's a good thing you didn't tell me. As soon as I said it, I remembered that I forgot to find Sister Guihua. Forget it, I'll look for her tomorrow. It should be easy with her help."
Shen Qingqing walked to the table and took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and said warmly: "You should be going to the mountains to get wild mushrooms, right? I'll write down what I know for your reference."
Shen Qingqing rolled up her sleeves and studied ink. She wrote a few words and then gave up. She took a step back and waved to Meng Yuan, "Here, you write."
Meng Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at the crooked small characters on the white paper, and smiled, "Your handwriting is quite unique."
Shen Qingqing raised her right hand, showing a death smile, "Looking for a fight?"
"Don't dare." Meng Yuan raised his hands in surrender.
The two moved stools to the small table, and one said and the other wrote. "Wild fungi have very high requirements on the environment. If you want to cultivate wild fungi artificially, it is best to build a greenhouse first to facilitate temperature control..."
Meng Yuan's calligraphy is very beautiful, and his iron drawings and silver hooks are as natural as his own.
Seeing this made Shen Qingqing feel sour in her heart, and she secretly made up her mind to practice calligraphy well in the future.
How could Shen Qingqing lose to others? This chapter has been completed!