Mr. Zhao's sweet wife

Jiang Chen laughed, "The director of "The Three Immortals" is Gao Shuiping, who is known as the hit maker. He is directing the fictional historical drama "The Story of the Concubine Ming" adapted from female fans. The heroine is from a weak woman to a nurse From the general of the country to the concubine of the emperor, if I guess correctly, Director Gao wants to use this Guzheng song as the exclusive BGM for the heroine."

With his eyes closed, he matched the song with the heroine in the song, and snapped his fingers, "Wonderful, perfect match, definitely not inferior to the stereo above Qiao Feng's head!"

Wan Jiaojiao and Big Head were stunned when they heard that, and Big Head cupped their hands and said, "Oh, you still know about your entertainment circle, Men Qing'er, so I won't have to spread the word in the middle. Since you know each other, let me tell you." Please send me a letter back."

Jiang Chen raised the Nutrition Express in his hand and bumped into one of them, "I still want to thank you for telling me about this, and I'll discuss it with my wife when I go back and have a drink~"

"Hey, are you drinking wine?" Big Head realized that someone was not real.

Wan Jiaojiao looked down at the bottles and cans on the ground, "Damn, you have emptied my refrigerator!"

Big head: "You must fill him up!"

Wan Jiaojiao: "I have to punish myself with three cups!"

Jiang Chen shied away, "No, I can't drink and drive."

The big head hesitated for a moment, he brought a driver, but Wan Jiaojiao sold his brother-in-law, "Fuck, he came here on a horse, how can riding a horse be considered drunk driving, and there is no license plate number on the horse's butt."

The big head patted his big head, "It's still you cultural people who know how to play, you've started playing horses, and I still have dogs, I'm low-level, let's do one!"

Jiang Chen really couldn't stand up to these two social people. As far as his ancestral drinking capacity was concerned, he hadn't had much actual combat experience, and in the hands of these two wine table warriors, he would soon lose his ability.

"Oh, I really can't do it anymore, call me mom, call me sister..." Jiang Chen started talking nonsense, "Just say that my brother-in-law bullies me, and I'm a horse, Xiaolu, Xiaolu don't want to do hair, curly hair is not suitable for you, Xiaolu... ..."

In the end, Jiang Chen's consciousness was blurred. After Wan Jiaojiao sent his rich brother away, he led the horse, and the horse carried Jiang Chen on his back, and sent his brother-in-law back home.

Because considering that this time it was really a bit too much, and the brother-in-law was fed a little bit seriously, almost unconscious, Wan Jiaojiao, who was guilty, did not dare to enter the door, fearing that the old man would give him a set of muscles and bones.

So he hid at the door, and Xiaolu knew he was going home.

So Sui Bingyue and Bai Zhihua had just sent Shen Mi out of the back room when they saw Xiao Lu standing at the door supporting Jiang Chen.

"Oh, why did you pour my big boy like this!"

Shen Mi was also angry when she saw this, and shouted, "Wan Jiaojiao, get the hell out of here!"

Wan Jiaojiao didn't dare to come out, so Shen Mi ran out, and soon there were ghosts and wolves howling in the small village at midnight.

Jiang Chen got off his horse and collapsed on the ground. The first thing he asked was, "Did I update today?"

Both the mother and daughter-in-law were stunned, and the white paper painting foolishly shook their heads, do you know.

Jiang Chen jumped up all of a sudden, "Help me up, I can do more!"
"What's more, Qiao Qiao helped him upstairs to sleep, and I'll go out for a while." The old lady was angry.

Bai Zhihua held his breath, pinched the corner of Jiang Chen's clothes, and carried him into the house with difficulty. She didn't think it was heavy, but it was smelly.

Shen Aotian asked, "What are you doing out there?"

"Wan Jiaojiao must be feeding my son, I'll beat him up!"

"Don't go!" Shen Aotian called to stop her.

"Say one more time!"

Under his wife's glaring gaze, Shen Aotian clenched his fists, "I'll go!"

"Aotian, you are so handsome!" Sui Bingyue's eyes were filled with little stars, just like back then.

When Shen Aotian left the house, he immediately trotted all the way to his son-in-law's house quickly, otherwise he was afraid that his son-in-law would not be able to survive ten tricks in his daughter's hands, and if some bone was removed, he would have to install it for him himself.

As a girl, he only learned the ability to tear apart his own bones, so she didn't bother to learn how to set bones.

However, when he arrived at his son-in-law's house, the door was wide open, and he saw the drunken son-in-law nibbling his daughter's face, and the vicious daughter seemed to have no strength left.

After finishing the shit, old Shentou turned around and left. He must have drank all the tonic wine, but he didn't know what happened to his son, so he couldn't help it?

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On the second floor of Shen's house, Bai Zhihua led Jiang Chen to the door, hesitated for a while, did he really want to put such a smelly Jiang Chen in the bedroom?
If he was in the bedroom, where would he sleep?
She pushed open the door of another bedroom, where there was only a bare bed board.

"Jiang Chen, do you prefer to sleep on a hard bed or a soft bed?" Bai Zhihua asked in shame, "I heard that a hard bed is good for the spine, especially if you write like this."

"Tough, must be tough!" Jiang Chen roared with his eyes closed, "How can a man r...u..."

"Wait a minute~" Bai Zhihua put Jiang Chen in the corridor temporarily, entered the bedroom by himself, cleaned the bed first, spread a clean sheet, and then lay down on it to try it out, and even got out of bed roll.

"Uh, it's so hard~" She frowned, even if it was changed and she slept here, it didn't seem to work.

At this time, the mother-in-law's voice came from downstairs, "Qiaoqiao, do you need my help?"

As a [-]% daughter-in-law in the eyes of a mother-in-law, how can she let her mother-in-law intervene at this time.

"Mom, I can do it, what a joke!" Bai Zhihua was talking big while worrying about what to do tonight.

Sui Bingyue comforted her, "That's good, remember to wipe his body, the smell of alcohol will kill him."

Ah, wipe yourself!
The white paper painting was inspired, so I washed him clean and put on clean clothes so we can sleep together!

Sleeping with the dirty and smelly Jiang Chen, she would rather help Jiang Chen take a bath, after all, after all, I haven't seen what kind of him~
Jiang Chen could still walk, and he was still a little conscious. Bai Zhihua helped him into the bathroom on the second floor. There was not only a shower, but also a bathtub.

She helped Jiang Chen into the bathtub, let him lie down first, then ran back to the bedroom to get clean clothes, and started to help Jiang Chen take off when she came back.

The top is easy, the pants are...

"Ah, why is it stuck~" The blank paper painting's face was so red that it was almost dripping blood, I've seen it before, it's not like this, could it be, could it be evolution?
Jiang Chen: Drinking alcohol is harmful!

After finally removing all of Jiang Chen's clothes, the white paper painting didn't dare to look at Jiang Chen's body, and directly took the nozzle and sprayed it on Jiang Chen's body.

Because of her obsession with cleanliness, Bai Zhihua actually likes to do housework. Just now, while chatting with her sister-in-law, she upgraded the hygiene of the kitchen.

She had strict requirements on hygiene, she used a bath towel, squeezed shower gel on Jiang Chen's body and rubbed her body, lowering her head from time to time to see if she was rubbing in the right position.

After all, Jiang Chen didn't fall asleep, and occasionally resisted and even fought back.

So the situation of Bai Zhihua himself is not too optimistic.

After cleaning Jiang Chen, looking at her body covered in water and clothes sticking to her skin, she is not a fairy at all.

So she closed the curtain, let Jiang Chen lie down in the bathtub, took a shower herself, and then fished Jiang Chen out in her pajamas, dried her and changed her clothes, one-stop service for you wholeheartedly.

After an hour of labor, a clean Jiang Chen was brought back to the bedroom, and Jiang Chen was wrapped in a quilt into a silkworm baby with a white paper drawing, and his hands and feet were bound so that he could not touch himself at night. feet up.

Lying beside Jiang Chen, the heart drawn on white paper was also beating violently, the workload was too much!
When her heart calmed down a bit, she closed her eyes, her mind was full of the image of just giving Jiang Chen a bath.

The visual impact was much greater than the previous three times when he woke up from Jiang Chen's side.

"Oh, what are you thinking about!" Bai Zhihua was ashamed, he was Qiao Qiao's husband, although we were all one, we shouldn't.

In order to dispel those weird thoughts, Bai Zhihua picked up the wooden zither, hugged it, and plucked the strings with his fingers lightly.

The voice is very soft, and the chaotic playing of the piano at the beginning gradually became more organized, and the blank paper painting that I hadn't created for a long time suddenly became inspired.

She didn't sit and play the zither while burning incense, she still maintained the current posture, lying on her side hugging the zither, closing her eyes to find the rhythm that best suited her state of mind at the moment.

In order not to disturb her in-laws, she played the white paper painting very lightly, but the sound reached her ears, which made it even more difficult for her to relax.

Unknowingly, her legs began to hang on the zither, her skin sticking to the wood, as if what she hugged was not a dead thing like the zither, but the man behind her!
At this time, the guzheng has a soul, and her music also has a charm.

After playing the last note of the blank paper painting with her eyes closed, she woke up suddenly, with panic in her eyes, she put down the guzheng, got up and went to the bathroom once.

Tonight, the fairy is lost in thought.

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The next day, Jiang Chen woke up and saw the white paper painting blowing Xiao.

It should be a blank paper painting, after all, it is difficult for others to play such a beautiful melody on the flute.

Jiang Chen wanted to rub his head, but suddenly realized, "Where's my arm? Oh, I found it..."

He struggled to release his arms from the quilt wrapped in chicken rolls, and rubbed his head, "Miss Bai, what is the name of this song? It's very nice~"

Bai Zhihua put down his flute, with a smile on his face, he seemed to like the title of Miss Bai very much.

"A Bunch of Sunrise, I wrote it."

"This name... is not bad!" Jiang Chen thought to himself, the sun rises and the sun rises, how do you pronounce this word?

However, this obviously means a beam of light at sunrise. Suddenly, Jiang Chen thought of the task that Dr. Longwu had set for him, to watch the sunrise?High place?kiss?
So Jiang Chen immediately invited, "The sun has just risen, why don't we go to the roof to greet it."

"Ah, can you still go up?"

"Of course," Jiang Chen lifted the quilt, "Go, take your flute and blow it vigorously again!"

White paper painting not only needs to bring Xiao, but also Erhu and Guzheng, playing, playing and singing.

It's just that on the ladder leading to the roof, she was a little hesitant, because it's not a Hong Kong-produced gunfight movie, and no one always goes to the roof, so there is a lot of dust there, which is a bit unhygienic.

Jiang Chen hurriedly helped her clean up, "Please, it's a pity that there is no red carpet at home~"

The white paper painting moved lightly on the lotus steps embarrassingly, and went up to the rooftop.

Jiang Chen helped her move all kinds of musical instruments up there. I don't know if it was because of the roof or because the air was better in the early morning.

In the countryside, they are basically one-story houses, so they on the roof of the second floor have a feeling that the houses are short, but there is a taller house than this house, which is a big willow tree behind the house.

It was there when Mrs. Jiang Chen was a little girl, and the house was flipped and it didn't hurt it. Now the branches have extended to the house.

The white paper painting could catch the dew falling from the willow leaves by standing on the room. She got her hands wet, and when Jiang Chen approached, she splashed the water droplets on his face.

This scene reminded Jiang Chen of yesterday's scene, "Well, who bathed me last night?"

The blank paper painting panicked, "That's your mother~"

"I suspect you are taking advantage of me."