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

The first thing Song Tingran did after returning home was to find Changyu Bridge.

"Qiao, please help Liu Bai make some clothes when you have time recently."

Chang Yuqiao paused slightly, "My wife, why is it so sudden?"

"It will take some time for this shelter to be completed. Liu Bai will stay here at least until the end of the year. I think he only brought a few clothes with him this time. The four seasons rotate. Since he is in our home, how can we We must fulfill our friendship as landlords.”

"Well, my wife, what you said makes sense. I will take care of this matter tomorrow. I will help Liu Bai prepare it from the inside out. Don't worry."

Chang Yuqiao said, with a slight smile on his face all the time, looking at the distance that was pleasing to the eye but a little difficult to approach.

Song Tingran touched his face and ran away without any hesitation.

Leaving Chang Yuqiao still thinking about it, he touched the place she touched just now and deepened his smile.

After dinner, the Zaizai didn't know what they had planned. After helping to clean up, they all swarmed back to the third floor. Looking in this direction, it should be Shi Lean's house.

Song Tingran looked up in the inner courtyard. The doors and windows were closed tightly. It was really hard to see what was going on inside, and there was no sound.

Sang Cheng came over, carrying a basin of hot water, "My wife, I made some hot water. Let's go back to the house and soak our feet."

"it is good."

After returning to the house, Sang Cheng hurriedly put down the basin and locked the door.

Song Tingran felt something was strange about him, but couldn't explain clearly, so he simply sat down on the stool.

"My wife, don't move. I'll help you take off your shoes."

Sang Cheng squatted on the ground and helped Song Tingran take off her shoes with gentle movements. During this period, he raised his eyes to look at her, full of attentiveness.

Song Tingran got excited and raised her foot to kick his shoulder. With just one blow, he fell to the ground pretending to be helpless, and then looked at him pitifully.

"Get up." Song Tingran hooked his hands.

Sang Cheng quickly squatted down again, right next to Song Tingran. She looked at him getting ready to fall down again, and reached out to hold his chin.

Look left.

Look right.

"What little trick do you have planned for a long time? Tell me honestly."

"No, Wife, I just want to help you pinch your feet."

Sang Cheng looked honest, but his current posture was not honest.

"Really? Children who lie don't have any candy."

Sang Cheng rubbed his face against Song Tingran's hand, his eyes never leaving her face, and whispered: "Really."

Song Tingran let go of her hand, and Sang Cheng brought the basin here, holding her feet with both hands, and slowly put them into the water.

"Hiss, it's a bit hot."

Song Tingran retracted her feet, water splashed on the ground next to her, and Sang Cheng immediately blew it on her.

"It's okay, Wife, I didn't mean it, I just thought it would be more comfortable if the water was warmer, and I could soak it longer."

"It's okay, just get used to it and you'll be fine. If you sit on the small bench and squat for a while, you'll feel uncomfortable."

"it is good."

Sang Cheng sat on the small bench. This time he didn't dare to do what he did before. Instead, he lightly scooped up the water with his hands and poured it on her feet to get used to the water temperature.

Gradually, Song Tingran put both of his feet into the basin, and Sang Cheng squeezed them again, feeling extremely comfortable.

"My wife, I also learned how to wash my hair from my third brother. Can I help you next time?"

Song Tingran, who was enjoying herself with her eyes closed, sniffed and opened her eyes, "Has he told you everything?"

"Well, you told me. Don't tell me. Third brother really has some ideas. I can't even think of washing my hair while lying down. I don't know if I learned well or not. Wife, you have experienced it. Try it next time. Try it and give me some pointers, okay?"

Under the warm look in Sang Cheng's eyes, Song Tingran agreed, but she also agreed in advance that if she had enough time, it would be okay. If she was busy, she would wash it herself and do it quickly.

Naturally, Sang Cheng was fine.

Wipe them clean with a soft towel. Song Tingran's feet were very warm. Sang Cheng didn't change the basin of water, but used this to wash his feet directly. He stopped soaking.

"My wife, please get in bed and wait for me. I'll go get some water and I'll be back soon."

"Well, let's go."

Song Tingran nestled under the quilt and closed her eyes. Sang Cheng was worried and said, "My wife, don't sleep. You have to wait for me to come back."

"Well, okay, I won't sleep."

He said this, but his eyes were still closed. Sang Cheng also seized the time and went out to pour water.

Song Tingran shook her head. She was a little sleepy, but she promised to wait for Sang Cheng.

When the door opened, a small cool breeze came in. Song Tingran sat up and saw something in Sang Cheng's hand, hidden behind his back.

"what?"

"You'll know in a minute."

Sang Cheng blew out the candles and the room fell into darkness for a moment. He groped his way to the bed, but did not come up.

"What is it, Sang Cheng, it's mysterious." Song Tingran looked forward to it.

With the sound of flint scratching, the room lit up. Sang Cheng was holding a special lantern in his hand. It was hollow on the outside. When the wick inside lit up, the beautiful pattern was reflected on the wall.

"it's beautiful."

Song Tingran couldn't help but sigh, watching Sang Cheng change the angle of the special lantern, and he could actually change the pattern.

"Master Wife, do you like it?"

The reason why Sang Cheng didn't go to the bed was because he was afraid of danger. After all, it was a lantern, and the bed was full of flammable things, so he was playing with it here.

Song Tingran looked at the patterns on the wall, and Sang Cheng looked at her smile.

"I like it very much. Every pattern is beautiful. Look at the peonies with butterflies on them. They are so vivid."

Song Tingran simply stood on the bed and reached out to touch the patterns. The light of the lantern also imprinted her shadow together, and she watched the shadow spinning around on the bed.

"My wife, if you like it, I will customize different styles and show you something different every day."

"Okay, let's watch it together."

There was nothing wrong in the room, but Xiao Yuchen and Qiao Jinshu were standing side by side in the inner courtyard, with Xiao Yuchen holding his arm tightly.

One of them came to have a boxing session before going to bed, and the other got up and went to the kitchen to find some snacks, so they met each other.

"Second brother, don't drag me. The room must be haunted. Didn't you see it just now? There were flickering and various shadows in the room!"

"Jinshu, there are no ghosts in this world, and the wife is in Sang Cheng's house at the moment. It's so late for us to go."

Xiao Yuchen is a staunch materialist. He does not believe in ghosts and gods.

"Then those shadows just now, there are also humanoid ones, second brother, what do you think they are?" Qiao Jinshu was anxious and a little scared, but he was more worried that being haunted would hurt the person he loved most.

"I don't know what it is, but it can't be a ghost. Maybe Sang Cheng did something? He has many tricks."