Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

Song Tingran saw that Sang Cheng was folding clothes very slowly, with only one thread left to fold. Knowing that he might have something to talk about, Song Tingran followed him and said, "Okay, I will go up the mountain tomorrow to find some." Hay that can protect you from the wind will make you feel more relaxed than today."

Song Tingran sat in front of the dressing table and began to take off her headdress. Sang Cheng immediately went over to help.

"Master Wife, today you said you wanted to buy servants for your family. Do you think we haven't done a good enough job?"

"Huh? No, each of you is very good, how could you think of this."

Sang Cheng picked up the comb and began to comb it strand by strand. His hand was very gentle, for fear of hurting his wife.

"It goes without saying that those who work in the shop are only women. If you work as servants in the house, you have to sell yourself. They are all men who can't survive..."

Only then did Song Tingran understand that Sang Cheng had misunderstood, and quickly explained: "That was a joke during the day. Besides, even if I buy someone back in the future, I don't have any ideas. I have A few of you are enough."

After hearing this, Sang Cheng was naturally happy, but he still thought that he didn't do enough or enough. He turned around and looked at the door. It was closed.

"Master Wife, I'm asking because I care about you. You won't blame me for not being a husband and being jealous."

"will not."

Sang Cheng was relieved, but he still had no intention of leaving. His hair was already combed well, and the two of them looked in the mirror together.

"My wife, you've been tired for a long day. Let me give you a massage to loosen your muscles and bones, okay?"

This was a good idea. Song Tingran agreed immediately without thinking, but Sang Cheng left the main house directly.

Song Tingran felt strange. Could it be that he heard it wrong? He was not giving her a massage, but giving it to someone else. In confusion, he took off his clothes, leaving only the close-fitting underwear underneath, and lay down.

As soon as he was covered with quilt, Sang Cheng came back. He brought a basin of hot foot-washing water and placed it in front of the bed.

"Master Wife, please soak your feet."

Song Tingran was very surprised and said that Sang Cheng was a careful person and did everything meticulously. Although she had already washed her feet, she still cooperated by sitting up and putting her feet in.

Sang Cheng's arms were bulging. He mysteriously took out a brand new spice stand, then put a small piece of spices inside, lit it, and then naturally blew out the candle on the side.

"My wife, my third brother helped me pick this spice. It has a light taste. Do you like it?"

"Yeah, it smells good, but if you turn off the light and can't see it, how can you wash your feet?"

Sang Cheng paused and felt a little at a loss. He hesitated on the spot for a long time and said with a hint of guilt: "The purpose of massage is to sleep peacefully, and with the starry moonlight, you can see clearly. Just press it and you will fall asleep directly." , how nice.”

Makes sense.

Sang Cheng took off his shoes and knelt directly behind Song Tingran. She soaked her feet while he pressed her shoulders.

"My wife, is this intensity okay?"

"Well, thank you Sang Cheng."

Sang Cheng stopped talking and concentrated on pressing his shoulders and neck. After a while, the water cooled down and Song Tingran moved. He immediately got down to the ground and wanted to help her wipe her feet.

Song Tingran was still not used to it, so she pulled her foot back and said quickly: "I can just wipe it myself. The ground is cold, so come up quickly."

Sang Cheng didn't care at all and looked at his wife with aggrieved eyes, as if if you don't let me wipe, I won't get up.

Ok.

Song Tingran compromised.

After Sang Cheng wiped his feet, he quickly pulled him to sit on the edge of the bed and asked, "Next time, don't go barefoot. I have worked so hard for you to maintain a healthy body. You no longer have a skeletal frame."

"I know my wife, get down quickly, there are still no buttons on your body."

Song Tingran originally wanted to refuse, but Sang Cheng's eyes made it even more unbearable to refuse in the dark night, so he had no choice but to lie down obediently.

Sang Cheng stood on her side, starting from the neck and going down the back. The clothes here were a thin layer. He began to get nervous and his palms became sweaty.

In this dim room, there was a faint fragrance, an ambiguous breath, and Sang Cheng kept swallowing his saliva.

Song Tingran was lying on the pillow. She was not sleepy at all. She turned over gently.

"My wife, I haven't finished pressing my back yet."

His voice became softer and softer as he spoke, his eyes not daring to look at his wife, his eyes wandering.

"Press the front."

"what?"

Song Tingran tugged on Sang Cheng's arm, and it was there, directly supporting her, so that they could hear each other's breathing.

The careful kiss was the softest thing Sang Cheng had ever done. He couldn't believe that he, who was supposed to be begging for food in the alley, would now appear on his savior's bed.

Song Tingran felt that he seemed to be thinking of other things again and bit him on the shoulder.

"Pay attention."

"Well, my whole heart belongs to my wife."

The clothes were taken off one by one and thrown on the ground. Song Tingran could feel that his figure was good, but he couldn't see clearly, so he tried hard to explore with his body.

This can be regarded as something she raised by herself.

......

Early the next morning, Sang Cheng woke up first, twirling his wife's eyelashes with his hands, and leaning next to her. This morning was so beautiful.

Song Tingran woke up, and Sang Cheng said submissively: "It's my fault for waking up my wife."

She turned over and hugged Sang Cheng, who responded in a daze: "No, I woke up on my own."

The two of them lingered for a while, and the sunlight began to become dazzling, and they could no longer stay in bed.

Sang Cheng got out of bed first and picked up the clothes one by one on the floor. It seemed that he needed to change cleanly, so he could only put these clothes on first and then go back to the room to change.

Song Tingran just lay beside the bed, watching him get dressed. Sang Cheng blushed with embarrassment, but there was nowhere to escape.

"My wife, I will go back to the room to change clothes and I will help you wash up later."

After saying that, Sang Cheng opened the door and ran out. Chang Yuqiao was washing vegetables in the outer yard. He happened to see this scene and continued washing vegetables with his head lowered without saying anything.

Song Tingran stopped staying in bed, quickly got dressed, and opened the windows and doors of the room for ventilation.

Shi Yan walked out of the study. He didn't sleep well last night. He heard a strange sound. He went out to take a look and found that the sound was coming from his wife's room. He quickly closed the door tightly and fell asleep late at night. .

"My wife, did you have a good rest last night?"

Song Tingran looked at Shi Yan and saw nothing unusual, and replied, "It's pretty good."

"it is good."

Chang Yuqiao washed the dishes, sent them to the kitchen, and fetched hot water directly to the outer courtyard.

"Master Wife, wash up."

Song Tingran suddenly thought of the night when she was drunk and fell asleep. She felt sorry for Chang Yuqiao and took the soft handkerchief with a smile.

"Chang Yuqiao, today... you go to the school with Shi Yan. It's a good time to take a rest. You must have been exhausted yesterday. Your body has always been weak."

Chang Yuqiao's heart: It turns out that my wife dislikes my weakness...