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

"Stop making trouble. If you make trouble again, I won't wash it." Although Song Tingran said this, she started to step on his feet.

There was only such a big basin, but the two of them started fighting with their feet in it, causing water all over the floor.

"We really won't make trouble this time, Jin Shu. This will become a river in a while."

"Well, the water has become cold, so I won't take a bath anymore, but it's not that I can't step on you."

Qiao Jinshu was like a child at heart. He was enjoying playing so much that he pulled the foot towel on the side without saying anything.

"You said, if you can't step on me, I'll wipe your feet first. This is in my hands."

"I can step on you, I won't tell you." Song Tingran also deliberately stepped on both sides of the basin, preparing to dry naturally.

Qiao Jinshu hugged the foot towel and said, "Are you sure? I'll give you one last chance. Think about it clearly. It will take time for you to dry like this. Your feet will no longer be warm after soaking for a while, so soaking them will be in vain."

Song Tingran was holding up Qiao Jinshu's head. Their eyes collided, both of them had secret plans in mind.

"I'm sure, I'll just dry it myself."

"Ah."

Qiao Jinshu responded softly, then quickly grabbed her feet, held them in his arms, and pressed them against the foot towel.

Song Tingran was sitting on the edge of the bed, with the basin below her. She struggled away a few times and then gave up.

If she moves for a while, she will fall to the ground and fall flat on her butt.

Song Tingran stopped moving, and Qiao Jinshu didn't use much force. He wiped her feet and then touched them with his hands.

"Very good, very clean, very hot. Go under the covers." He also patted her feet, as if coaxing a child.

Song Tingran got into bed immediately, and Qiao Jinshu wiped his feet, poured water, and wiped the floor. It seemed unreliable, but he did it in an orderly manner.

"Oh, I'm finally done and can lie down."

As Qiao Jinshu said that, he jumped onto the bed, lay on the pillow and covered himself with a quilt.

"Thank you for your hard work, Jin Shu, we can actually do it tomorrow." Song Tingran moved towards him, and the two of them were close to each other.

"No, I have to listen to my elder brother. He told me not to procrastinate when doing things, but to do things neatly."

"You really listen to him in everything." Song Tingran muttered.

Qiao Jinshu turned sideways and looked at Song Tingran, "My wife, will you leave here?"

Song Tingran, who was a little sleepy, opened his eyes like bells when he heard these words. He turned sideways and faced him face to face. The two of them could feel each other's breathing.

"If you don't leave, why should I leave?"

"Aren't you from somewhere else? Sometimes I think, if you leave one day, I will die."

"What are you talking about! Come on, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, three times in a row. Don't say such unlucky things."

Qiao Jinshu didn't listen, and just looked at Song Tingran. Unable to hold back, he started dropping the little golden beans, and turned his body away, with his back to her to wipe his tears.

"Jinshu, you didn't hear me pooh three times in a row. Hurry up and get rid of your bad luck!"

Song Tingran turned over from him to the other side, faced him face to face, hugged his head, and slowly kissed the tears that fell.

"Be good, stop crying, I won't leave here, we will be together forever."

"Really? There are so many things where you come that are not available here. Don't you want to go back?"

Song Tingran hugged Qiao Jinshu and told him very solemnly, "No, it doesn't matter where you are. What matters is caring. When I go back, I will still be a social animal by myself. It's so nice here. All my relatives are here, so there can't be any less."

The heartbeats were beating almost in unison. Qiao Jinshu sighed silently three times, and then started to laugh again.

"It's your fault. You went to town today and didn't invite me. You came back so late. I went to the door countless times, just because I was afraid you wouldn't come back. I couldn't wait."

"I'm sorry, Jinshu, I will take you with me wherever I go from now on, okay?"

Qiao Jinshu nodded with satisfaction, then pushed Song Tingran away, "If you hold her for a while longer, I'm afraid I'll be the one to leave first. I can't breathe."

Such a big bed, two people squeezed together. Only about one-third of the space is occupied.

"Then do you want to give you artificial respiration, one tael of silver per time." Song Tingran raised his fingers and looked provocatively.

"Then you take it with you wherever you go. Will you also take me with you when you take a shower? Will you also take me with you when you take a shower with others?"

Qiao Jinshu asked not to be outdone, and quickly got out of bed, rummaging around in the coat he had just taken off, and found his wallet. He opened it and was a little disappointed, because he didn't go out, so there were only three taels of silver in it.

"Jinshu, what are you doing? You need to wear shoes when you go to the ground."

"I'm back." It was obvious that he had read the reply.

The two of them were nestled under the quilt. Qiao Jinshu took out three taels of silver and put it in Song Tingran's hand.

"Three artificial respirations. Thank you. I only brought these. The rest will be paid on credit first." He said seriously, even more serious than when he was in the book school.

She burst out laughing, weighed the money in her hand, and put it next to the pillow.

"There is really no other way. We don't accept credit, we only accept cash."

"Can't we really think of another way? I have money, but... I don't have it with me."

"no."

Qiao Jinshu immediately threw himself on Song Tingran, hugged his head and kissed her, "Then three times first. If it doesn't work, I'll borrow it from my eldest brother. He lives closest."

"The three times are artificial respiration, nothing else, you know that."

Qiao Jinshu pretended to be stupid.

The candles in the room were not extinguished, only one was lit, and the atmosphere was very good and dreamy.

"I'm going to fall." Song Tingran originally turned over to coax him, but then she turned over to the side of the bed.

"I'm going to fall too..."

Move, move, move.

As for what time he went to bed, Song Tingran didn't know, nor did Qiao Jinshu, until the next morning when Shi Yan knocked on the door in embarrassment.

Qiao Jinshu opened the door, his pajamas in a mess, "Brother, morning, will you come and wash our feet with us?"

"No, come on, close the door, it's cold outside."

"Yeah." Confused and well-behaved.

Song Tingran still wanted to stay in bed, but she felt a cold wind on her arms and immediately retracted into the quilt.

"Master Wife, Miss Liu's child is here. I'm very anxious. Something happened to the Liu family. Many people in the village have gone. Human lives are at stake."

"Ah?" Song Tingran sat up immediately and started to get dressed. Qiao Jinshu also woke up. Usually only eating and going out to play could wake him up.

It was too late to have breakfast, so I just wiped my face in the bathroom.

"Well, Mommy has something to do, so don't run around at home."

After Song listened to Ran's instructions, he was still a little worried. After all, it was about human life. The children of Liu Qiaojiang's family didn't explain clearly what it was, so they only asked Shi Yan to go with him. The other husbands were all at home.

Qiao Jinshu stood at the door of the Song family, "Liar."