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

After Wen Ci finished denying it, he looked away again. After a long time, he spoke again.

"I didn't do a good job today. If I could have reminded him earlier, or I should have asked the eldest brother to go home first, I would have accompanied the student in the school. In this way, you and the second brother would not have to run around in the rain."

It turned out that Song Tingran didn't take it to heart at all. She wanted to hug Wen Ci, but she was afraid that he really wanted to leave, so she took back her hand.

"It's not your fault. The heavy rain fell so fast that no one could control it. Shi Yan is a teacher at the school. I know him and you know him. You must have persuaded him, but he didn't want to go home first. , he can’t abandon you, nor can he abandon his students.”

Wen Ci turned his eyes back, his expression became aggrieved and inferior.

"Sneeze—" He rubbed his nose.

"Come on, go up and lie down for a while. I'll make you a bowl of ginger soup. It won't take much time. It'll be ready soon. You stay here, don't run around."

Wen Ci sat up halfway and wanted to stop him. How could he let his wife cook ginger soup for him.

"Wen Ci, you have to be obedient if I order you harshly, right?"

"I don't want to drink, my wife, I want you to stay with me." The last few words were a little choked.

"Be good, I'll be back with you soon."

Song Tingran saw him wrapped up in quilt and lying down obediently, got up and left. As soon as he opened the door, a figure ran over in the dark night.

Qiao Jinshu threw the big leaf in his hand at the door, shook his hair, and then entered the house.

The three of them looked at each other. Wen Ci instantly jumped up from the bed and wanted to leave, but the clothes leaking out made Qiao Jinshu understand that he was the one who should leave.

Wen Ci was already showing signs of cold, so Song Tingran pressed him directly, covered him with the quilt again, then quickly ran back to the door and grabbed Qiao Jinshu who was about to leave.

"Jinshu, come here so late, you must have something to do."

"It's okay, it's just thunder. The sound is so loud. I'm afraid you will be scared. Come and have a look. Now that Fifth Brother is here, I'm relieved."

Qiao Jinshu stuffed the things in his arms, obviously feeling disappointed.

"Jinshu, Wen Ci is sick, I have to go..."

Before Song Tingran could finish his words, Qiao Jinshu exploded and said loudly: "Huh? Fifth brother is sick? Is it serious? I'll go and take a look."

"It's not serious, but there may be some wind and cold. I'm about to make ginger soup."

"Well, let me cook it. Fifth brother must be in great need of your wife, Mistress, to accompany you now. I will bring it over as soon as I finish cooking it."

Wen Ci got off the ground and was obviously embarrassed when he walked to the door. Song Tingran quickly closed the door and said, "Why are you down?"

"My wife, I'm fine. I'll just go back to the room and take a nap. Nothing will happen at all."

After Wen Ci finished speaking, he looked at Qiao Jinshu. He had always admired and envied him. He had a good family and was so brave that he kept pursuing a goal.

Only such a person is worthy of staying with his wife, and he is not worthy in the first place.

"Xiao Qi, you stay, I'll go back soon."

"How can that be done? It's still raining so heavily outside, and the wind is blowing again. Go and lie down."

Qiao Jinshu pulled Wen Ci and pushed him to the bedside. He pressed his forehead against his and said, "It's not hot. Just take a nap and you'll feel better tomorrow."

This little sun shines and heats wherever it is.

Wen Ci secretly wiped away his tears. It wasn't until Song Tingran and Qiao Jinshu left and went to the kitchen that he sat up and cried softly with emotion.

kitchen.

Song Tingran cooked ginger soup, and Qiao Jinshu helped. The two worked well together.

"Jinshu, there is no one else around now. You can take out the things in your arms."

"My wife, you, you have seen it all, so since you have seen it, I will give it to you."

Qiao Jinshu took out a handkerchief from his arms. Song Tingran thought it looked familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before. She took it and saw that it should be a pair of mandarin ducks embroidered on it, as she guessed.

"I've been embroidering it for a long time, so I'll keep it close to my body from now on, okay?"

"Fortunately, this mandarin duck is very lively like you."

Qiao Jinshu was excited. He looked at Song Tingran in surprise, walked around her, and said, "My wife, you can see that this is a mandarin duck! This shows that my embroidery is pretty good."

"It's very good."

Song Tingran looked at the handkerchief carefully. She had been embroidering it for at least several months. There was no skill, it was all about her heart. She happily put it away.

Seeing Qiao Jinshu's happy expression, Song Tingran couldn't help but touch his smooth face.

The touch didn't matter, Qiao Jinshu immediately blushed, and hugged him sheepishly, greedily enjoying the touch and warmth.

"My wife, actually, I am very satisfied as long as I can stay by your side. Once this ginger soup is ready, I won't go back. I will go back to my room to sleep. Fifth brother is a very good person. He must be there now." I really hope you stay with him."

"Then do you want me to accompany you?"

"I, I hope, but..."

"Then tomorrow night, you come to my place, or I go to your place."

Qiao Jinshu thought too much, his cheeks were red, and when he was dancing excitedly, Song Tingran added another sentence: "You haven't got a hairpin yet, I'm just accompanying you."

"Oh, that's okay."

Qiao Jinshu opened the kitchen door, came back, and kissed his wife on the face.

"One kiss, okay."

Without waiting for Song Tingran's answer, he ran away. Song Tingran touched the cheek that was kissed, filled the ginger soup with a smile on his face, and returned to the main room.

"Master Wife, I'm coming."

"Don't get out of bed, just lie down."

Wen Ci half sat on the bed, and Song Tingran sat next to him, feeding him ginger soup with a spoon.

He never knew that his wife cared so much about him, but the discomfort he felt today was entirely his own fault, and he did not dare to enter after being outside the door for a long time.

"Wen Ci, don't think too much in the future. You are very good. I don't want you to leave."

"Master Wife, I, I don't want to leave either. I just feel that I am so useless and can't do even the smallest things well."

"How could it be? Wen Ci is great."

Wen Ci smiled with relief and continued to drink all the ginger soup.

Song Tingran stood up and checked the doors and windows to make sure that no wind could penetrate, and then began to take off his clothes. This made Wen Ci shyly turn his back, not daring to look.

Song Tingran knew that he was thinking too much, but he didn't explain it. Sometimes he just thought it was funny to tease him.

After blowing out the candle, Song Tingran stepped over him and lay next to him.

Then he came closer, closer, and closer again. Wen Ci closed his eyes, but Song Tingran only helped him pull the corner of his back.

"Cover her tightly, she'll be fine tomorrow morning."

"Uh, um, okay."

Song Tingran laughed twice, and Wen Ci also laughed. He guessed that it was because he drank the ginger soup and his body was warm.

Under the quilt, Song Tingran held his hand and said, "Go to sleep."

"Ah."