Rebirth in the 70s: A rough man’s husband pinches his waist and dotes on him

She thought she had "escaped a disaster", but she was too happy too soon.

At night, Zhiyuan and Xiao Zhangzhu both fell asleep. Gu Juncheng sat beside the small bed and looked at Xiao Zhangzhu's sleeping face for a long time. When Lin Qingping came in after washing up, he saw that his eyes were full of tenderness. However, this tenderness turned into the legendary look of the dean looking at a problem student when he saw her.

Lin Qingping decided not to admit defeat and immediately glared back: If you have the guts, just yell at me!

Gu Juncheng:......

Gu Juncheng only received her provocative look.

He really has no guts.

I woke up my daughter again...

After thinking about it, he picked up the notebook and wrote on it.

Lin Qingping thought that he was venting his anger on the pen. Every stroke was so sharp that she felt sorry for the pen and the notebook...

He wrote furiously on the notebook and then pushed it to her.

She took a glance, looked up and saw: Comrade Lin Qingping, and then a whole bunch of other things.

She shook her head and refused to communicate.

He glared and continued writing: Why are you shaking your head?

Lin Qingping suddenly thought, if this was the age of mobile phones, would she and Gu Juncheng be arguing on WeChat using their respective phones?

As she thought about it, she found it quite funny, so she picked up a pen and drew a little yellow-faced emoticon with hearts in its eyes, and she even painted the hearts red with a red pen.

Gu Juncheng was confused and whispered, "What are you drawing? It's the same as what Fang Tuan's son next door drew."

Fang Yi?

Thinking of the little boy who stretched his little hand through the gap in the fence to pick up the colored pencil, Lin Qingping actually thought he was quite cute. It was a pity that his mother...

It doesn't match her magnetic field...

As for what she painted?

Experience it yourself!

"Lin Qingping, I'm talking to you seriously! Don't be so careless!" He lowered his voice for fear of waking up Zhangzhu.

"I'm serious too." Lin Qingping answered him in the same small voice.

Gu Juncheng choked and pointed at the emoticon she drew on the notebook, "You call this serious?"

Lin Qingping raised his eyebrows: Why are you not serious?

"So what do you mean?" Is the attitude of this little man in the painting serious?

Lin Qingping blinked, eyes sparkling, "That's what I meant, brother's handwriting is so handsome!"

Gu Juncheng:......

"Don't think I won't be angry just because you pat the horse!"

Lin Qingping took the notebook and wrote on it: "Why are you curling your lips when you are angry?"

Gu Juncheng:......

Gu Juncheng put on a serious face again and continued writing in the notebook: Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?

Lin Qingping continued to draw emoticons, drawing a little yellow face with closed eyes and "zzz" coming out of its head.

Gu Juncheng was confused, "What do you mean by this?"

Lin Qingping closed her eyes and leaned on his shoulder: That's what I mean!

Gu Juncheng finally found common ground between the expressions on her face and those of the Minions.

"Comrade Lin Qingping." He lifted her face up, "I haven't finished what I'm saying."

"Have you finished? You haven't finished saying so much yet?" Lin Qingping pointed at a long paragraph he had written, which described how dangerous it was for her to go out with her family and children to deal with this matter alone. She said that she must tell him if there was anything in the future, otherwise, she would be severely punished...

"Why don't you express your opinion?" He pointed at the notebook.

"Okay then." She took the pen and drew another crying Minion.

Gu Juncheng was speechless when he saw this. "Lin Qingping, how old are you?"

Lin Qingping lowered his head and drew two little people kissing each other, then asked him with a smile, "Now? How old am I?"

He was helpless, "Comrade Lin Qingping, I want to talk to you seriously..."

Lin Qingping put her arms around his neck and leaned close to his face. "I'm talking to you seriously. Do you remember what I told you when we first arrived in the capital? What should you call me when you talk to me?"

Gu Juncheng:......

"No, Lin Qingping, can you be serious..."

"That's how I am." Lin Qingping interrupted him, "Don't you like me like this?"

"Lin..." Gu Juncheng began to forget what he was going to say to Lin Qingping, and he couldn't say anything else because Lin Qingping blocked his next words.

"Lin Qingping... didn't the doctor say it would take two months? Don't..."

"I know, like that day..." Lin Qingping bit him, feeling his back suddenly tense, Lin Qingping poked his chest and said, "Gu Juncheng, for the sake of family harmony, we have to set a rule."

Gu Juncheng grabbed her fingers and asked, "What rules?"

"You can't be angry about the first day and still be angry about the second day." After saying that, she stopped him again without waiting for him to speak.

Gu Juncheng:......

In the end, nothing more was said.

The next day, Lin Qingping woke up and the first thing he looked at was the small wooden bed beside him. He saw little Zhangzhu with her black eyes open, looking somewhere unknown and not saying a word.

So good?

Lin Qingping smiled and picked her up.

Speaking of which, there is one very bad thing about this era, and that is the issue of sanitary products.

As a woman, it is already very inconvenient for her to not have sanitary napkins to use. The child also does not have diapers, only cotton diapers. Now, the job of washing diapers has been taken care of by Gu Juncheng.

Early in the morning, through the window, she saw the diaper with the palm of hand hanging outside the window.

In fact, she also felt very strange, why did Zhangzhu just dislike her father? She cried when she was in his hands.

She got up, took Zhangzhu out of the crib, and prepared to start a new day. When she glanced over, she saw a stack of money on the table. It was a lot of money!

Under the money was the notebook that Gu Juncheng used to chat with her.

She looked at it and saw new content written on the notebook: Comrade Lin Qingping, the past is forgiven and you must not commit the same offense again! In addition: The money has been recovered, and there is no need for you to interfere in Qinglang's family affairs.

Lin Qingping counted it and found that it was one thousand yuan. It was the money she gave to Zhiyuan to pay Qinglang's mother's hospital fees, but it was the money that Qinglang's uncle took away after forcibly discharging her from the hospital and refunding the fees.

Lin Qingping then thought of Deputy Division Commander Wang who did not return to the island with them yesterday.

Indeed, if those two scumbags of Uncle Qinglang fell into their hands, there would be nothing left for them to do...

After Lin Qingping finished all the housework, she called Zhiyuan and went out for a walk with Zhangzhu.

I went out for a walk and found Lei Sufang and Ding Yurong talking under a big tree.

She held the palm pearl in her arms, followed by Zhiyuan, and moved closer.

Lei Sufang looked at her, as if she was wondering if there was any difference between her and yesterday.

"What's wrong?" Lin Qingping smiled while holding the pearl in his arms.

"How did your teacher Gu punish you last night?" Lei Sufang was full of curiosity.

Lin Qingping smiled, "What's wrong? Did Political Commissar Chen punish you?"

Lei Sufang snorted, "Men, you never keep your word. You were talking to your teacher, but you changed your attitude when you got home." Lei Sufang looked at her again, "Did your teacher punish you?"

"No, Aunt Lei, I was punished for my mother and asked to write a thousand-word self-criticism. Then Dad Gu won't punish Mom." Zhiyuan said very complacently. He could finally share his mother's worries.

Lei Sufang slapped her thigh and said, "Why didn't I think of this trick? Ask Lei Zi to come out and take my place!"

Zhiyuan: ...Leizi, I didn't mean it. You'll probably be in trouble in the future, but don't worry, I won't write a self-criticism for you...