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

Song Tingran first opened the door secretly, made sure that Sang Cheng was not in the courtyard, and then went downstairs holding the wool carpet.

She had already thought about it. If Sang Cheng was in the house, she would surprise him at the door. If not, it would be better. She would lay the bed for him and then go find him.

Knocked on the door, but there was no reply. It was unlikely that he was taking a nap at this time.

Song Tingran pushed the door open as soon as he could. The floor was very clean, and it looked like it was being cleaned every day.

This wool carpet is also clean and the wool is soft. Although the shape is not so boxy, it looks more interesting.

There is a layer of cooling base sewn on the bottom that is not tight, and is much thicker than a layer of sheepskin.

In the lower right corner, Song Tingran also embroidered the word "Sang Cheng", followed by a red love heart.

If Chang Yuqiao embroidered this pattern, it would definitely be perfect, but Song Tingran still pricked her fingers several times to do it herself.

The less formal embroidery is all done with Sang Cheng in mind.

Song Tingran closed the door of Sang Cheng's room, pretended that nothing happened, stretched and shouted: "Sang Cheng, where are you?"

"Master wife."

The voices were a little far away. Song Tingran was in the inner courtyard, and Sang Cheng's voice seemed to be in the outer courtyard.

He ran over, his hands were covered with mud, and he ran very fast, "My wife, I'm here. I was pulling weeds in the field just now."

Song Tingran's eyes fell on Sang Cheng's hands. He also noticed it and shrank behind his back.

"Go to the bathroom to wash up, and then come to your room to find me."

Sang Cheng was startled, "Now? My wife."

"Yeah, hurry up."

"Okay!" Sang Cheng was happy, with a slight redness at the base of his ears, and ran directly to the bathroom.

Song Tingran returned to Sang Cheng's house and hid behind the door, but neither the left nor the right came. She was wondering why it was so slow to wash her hands, and then went out to look for him.

Opening the door of the bathroom, Sang Cheng was heating hot water nearby. Song Tingran walked over. He was also a little cautious.

"My wife, we've just run out of hot water. I've lost no time. Please wait."

"It's a bit urgent. Why don't you take a shower with this cold water first? It'll be okay."

Song Tingran saw that there was clear water in the basin, so she reached out and touched it specially. She felt at ease in this bathroom and didn't feel cold.

Sang Cheng seemed to have made some kind of important decision, biting his lip and agreed.

Song Tingran didn't leave, thinking that Sang Cheng would go back together after washing his hands. She was too anxious to show him the wool carpet.

Sang Cheng's ears turned red, he untied the belt around his waist, and his coat instantly slipped off his shoulders and scattered on the ground.

"No, why...are you taking off your clothes?"●﹏●Song Tingran just looked at him.

"Master Wife, didn't you ask me to take a shower and go find you in the room..."

Sang Cheng's voice became softer and softer, and then he stopped taking off his clothes.

This is a misunderstanding, a huge misunderstanding.

Song Tingran quickly explained, "No, no, I asked you to wash your hands." She helped Sang Cheng pick up the clothes on the ground, dusted them off, and put them on for him.

I don't know if I saw it wrong, but a trace of disappointment flashed across Sang Cheng's face, and he was wearing clothes.

His hands were actually not too dirty anymore. He had already roughly washed them when he came in to boil water, and now he was rubbing them again with the soap locust.

Song Tingran stared at him and washed his hands, then wiped him thoroughly with a soft handkerchief, dragged him and ran, stopping only when he reached the door of the house.

"Sang Cheng, open the door."

"Ok?"

"Well!" Song Tingran looked expectant.

Sang Cheng opened the door with a trace of doubt. He stood at the door. He was very familiar with this room, so he could clearly see what was missing and what was missing. Except for the clothes, there were too many. .

He immediately saw the wool carpet beside the bed. It was soft and comfortable at first glance.

"My wife." Sang Cheng turned around, looked at Song Tingran with emotion, and then hugged her, tears flowing down his cheeks and dripping on her neck.

"Why are you still crying? Let me see."

Song Tingran pulled his shoulder and gently helped him wipe away his tears.

This Sang Cheng was crying and laughing at the same time, this one was crying and laughing at the same time, his expression was so cute, he wanted to bully and love him at the same time.

"Step on it and try it. I've been working on it for several days. If you see what's wrong, I'll change it."

"Master Wife, did you do it yourself?" Sang Cheng was surprised. He knew that Song Tingran was not good at needlework and could be said to be clumsy.

"Of course, it's all made stitch by stitch!"

Song Tingran was very proud. No one else really helped her. She pushed Sang Cheng to take off his shoes and stepped on them.

The two of them sat on the wool carpet, which was not bright at all, holding hands and interlocking their fingers, very comfortable.

"Like it?"

"I like it, I really like it. Thank you, my wife, for making the carpet for me personally. I like it very much!"

"It's fine if you like it. You don't know that I worked so hard to hide it from you. I had to reveal it several times. Fortunately, I finally completed this surprise."

Sang Cheng recalled these days, Song Tingran had been staying in Changyuqiao's room during the day, and sometimes she even avoided him, and immediately connected with him.

"My wife, are you in the third brother's room to make this carpet for me?"

"Yes." Song Tingran scratched his nose, very fondly, and he also held her hand, and suddenly saw the red on her index finger.

"My wife, what happened? Are you injured?" Sang Cheng pulled her over and looked carefully. It was not only on her index finger, but also on other fingers.

Song Tingran wanted to pull away his hand, but Sang Cheng was still very strong at this moment, but he just held on and wouldn't let go.

"It's okay, it's really okay."

"What happened, wife, please tell me, or I won't let go." Sang Cheng had cried before, but his eyes were still watery, making him look even more innocent.

"Oh, it's just not easy to sew. I accidentally pricked it, but it didn't hurt at all."

"Pricked by needles..."

Sang Cheng was heartbroken. He didn't want any wool carpet. He just wanted her to be well. This must not have been pricked once, otherwise it wouldn't be red. It must have been pricked many times.

There was just such a small area on the fingertips, it must be very painful. Sang Cheng kissed every inch of her hand as if he was treating a rare treasure.

Tears fell on the back of his hand, and he moistened them with his warm lips without stopping for a moment.

It wasn't until his hands were kissed all over that he slowly stopped and looked at her with an innocent face, "My wife, does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all. It's healed. Be good and don't cry anymore." Song Tingran also reached out to touch his face, and he leaned forward directly, expressing affection.

"Don't do this again, my wife, I don't want anything."

"You don't want new clothes either?"

Sang Cheng rubbed his face in a coquettish manner, "I don't want them if they are dangerous. New clothes are not dangerous."