There is space for the married man

You Jingshu was already happy enough to receive a big cake made by Wen Lang himself, and he didn't overly covet Wen Lang to give him something more. For him, Wen Lang could be with him and be by his side all the time. good gift.

An Yinheng generously gave You Jingshu a set of writing brushes, with plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum engraved on the pen holder, very elegant and beautiful.

"This writing brush is expensive. It seems that you will be able to pay back the money soon." After playing with it carefully, You Jingshu put the writing brush back and said to An Yinheng.

"This has been prepared for you a long time ago. I'm so poor now!" An Yinheng is now a person who tightens his belt to live, not to mention how pitiful he is.

You Jingshu smiled when he heard the words, and said, "Thank you very much."

Everyone shared the cake, and You Yunwei and Song Lingwan couldn't put it down because of the sweet taste. They ate three points in a row. You Jingshu still ate a portion because Wen Lang made it himself. He really doesn't like sweets, An Yin Heng really likes it, thinking about his sweetheart, he should like it even more.

"Wen Lang, I went to Pingcheng, can you make a copy for me?" An Yinheng smiled flatteringly at Wen Lang.

Wen Lang thought he liked to eat, so he nodded and said, "If you have time, you can."

"Then I thank you first." An Yinheng was delighted in his heart, and You Jingshu's vision was really good.

Wen Lang licked the cream off his lips, and while everyone was concentrating on eating the cake, he leaned into You Jingshu's ear and whispered, "I'll give you a gift later."

You Jingshu turned his head to look at Wen Lang in surprise, and found that there was still a gift.

Wen Lang just likes to see his surprised appearance, which makes people want to kiss him.

The spoon in his hand accidentally dropped to the ground, Wen Lang bent down to pick it up, and tugged on You Jingshu's sleeve, You Jingshu looked down at him, only to see Wen Lang smiled slyly at him, hooked his fingers at him, You Jingshu paused, then bent down, "Why..."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Lang grabbed his collar and kissed him under the table, surrounded by his parents and brothers talking and laughing.

You Jingshu's heart beat like a drum, his eyes widened suddenly, and when Wen Lang was about to leave his lips, he kissed him back.

An Yinheng turned his head and saw You Jingshu and Wen Lang both bent down, wondering what they were doing under the table.

"you two……"

Before he could speak, he saw You Jingshu and Wen Lang raised their heads. Wen Lang held a spoon in his hand and grinned at him, "We were looking for a spoon. It fell on the floor just now. I'll go and change it for a clean one." .”

After Wen Lang left, An Yinheng looked at You Jingshu, his eyes almost popped out, is this You Jingshu? !

Could You Jingshu be able to reveal this expression?

An Yinheng simply thought that You Jingshu had been dropped by someone. At this time, You Jingshu was completely like a young girl who had just begun to fall in love and was deeply trapped in it, unable to extricate herself.

There is affection in the eyes.

As a result, the spoon in An Yinheng's hand also fell to the ground.

The two of them were definitely not as simple as picking up a spoon just now!

But what exactly he was doing, I'm sorry that he didn't even dare to think deeply about the person who hasn't even found his sweetheart.

Seeing that it was late at night, everyone went to wash and go back to their rooms to rest. Before returning to the guest room, An Yinheng took a deep look at You Jingshu and said, "I think you'd better restrain yourself."

You Jing replied calmly, "Have you ever held hands with your sweetheart?"

An Yinheng covered his chest, feeling that he had been severely injured, "I shut up, and you shut up too. Goodbye."

20-year-old You Jingshu is in a good mood today.

Back in the bedroom, the candlelight flickered, Wen Lang finished washing up before him, and was lying on the bed in a daze.

"What are you thinking about?" You Jingshu walked over and touched Wen Lang's face with the back of his hand.

Wen Lang grabbed his hand and kissed the back of his hand, his brows and eyes curved, "I miss you."

You Jingshu's heart beat faster, he raised the corners of his lips, hooked Wen Lang's fingers with his fingers, then held them, and bent down to kiss him.

Wen Lang raised his hand to grab his neck, hooked his fingers around You Jingshu's hairband, and slid it down, silk and satin scattered like black hair, brushing Wen Lang's cheeks, with a little itchiness.

"You're so pretty." Wen Lang looked up at You Jingshu intently, and said infatuatedly.

You Jingshu laughed and said, "I suspect that you simply like my face."

Wen Lang pressed against his cheek, and said, "I like the face, and I like people too, because it's you who really like your face."

"I was actually persuaded by you." You Jingshu couldn't help laughing.

Wen Lang rubbed the tip of his nose with him and said, "That means what I said makes sense."

With a smile on his face, You Jingshu had no choice but to cling to his neck and peck on the side of his neck.

Wen Lang didn't stop him this time, and didn't tell him to keep it away from the conspicuous place. Instead, he took out a box of ointment from under the pillow and stuffed it into You Jingshu's hand, "Your birthday present."

You Jingshu was startled for a while, but didn't realize what he meant.

"Don't you want it?" Seeing that he hadn't moved, Wen Lang asked a little distance away from him.

"Is that what I mean?" You Jingshu stared at Wen Lang deeply, like the sea at night, with unknown dangers lurking.

Wen Lang opened the box of ointment for him, and an elegant fragrance wafted out, mixed with a smell that made one's blood boil.

"This kind of ointment usually has aphrodisiac ingredients added." Wen Lang has already said this, and You Jingshu still doesn't understand.

He put the ointment aside, leaned over and kissed it.

The candlelight was beating, and it didn't know when it was extinguished to cool down. The cold moon outside the window was like a hook, and the spring was strong inside the house.

Wen Lang got up late the next day, and when he woke up, it was already under the sun.

"I'm such a useless person!" Wen Lang recalled what happened last night, and regretfully threw his fist down on the bed.

He actually only persisted under You Jingshu's hands for about a minute. He remembered that he spent those years alone in his last life, and it took more than ten minutes casually. How could he be so disappointed after changing his hands.

You Jingshu shouldn't think he can't do it!

This is a matter of a man's dignity and must not be misunderstood.

He originally intended to achieve great harmony in life with You Jingshu, but who would have imagined that both of them are not stupid, but when it came to this matter, they were so clumsy that they couldn't do anything.

Thinking of the two of them sweating profusely last night and failing to make a hole-in-one, Wen Lang's face was about to blush.

In the end, we had no other choice but to help each other, just treat it as a sip of broth.

But when I saw You Jingshu's place for the first time, I didn't lose any respect for You Jingshu himself.

Wen Lang raised his hand to cover his face, his face was burning hot, it was the first time he really knew that that thing was really beautiful, the legendary peerless chicken.

"Are you awake?" You Jingshu pushed the door open with a smile on his face.

The sunlight behind him was just right, covering his shoulders, Wen Lang put down his hand, and couldn't help but smile from the bottom of his heart, "Yeah."

He thought he would feel embarrassed and embarrassed seeing You Jingshu today, but at this moment he didn't feel anything, he just wanted to hug and kiss You Jingshu again.

You Jingshu seemed to have a tacit understanding with him, walked up to him, kissed him on the forehead, they looked at each other, and kissed.

Although Wen Lang got up late, not only did no one blame him, but looked at him with a smile.

He got up just in time for lunch, which was cooked by Song Lingwan, and Wen Lang looked at the several body-replenishing dishes on the table, and silently ate the rice.

"Everything is almost packed, have you packed it?" You Mingyuan asked You Jingshu.

Wen Lang completely forgot about it, and was about to clean up after a while, when You Jingshu took the lead and said, "It's done."

"When will you clean up?" Wen Lang leaned over in surprise and asked.

You Jingshu squeezed his hand and said, "A certain little lazy pig was sleeping soundly this morning."

Wen Lang glared at him, "Who is to blame?"

Thinking of last night, You Jing smiled with satisfaction, "Blame me."

Sitting opposite them, An Yinheng shuddered, shaking his goosebumps.

Before Wen Lang left, he went to the store and explained to the cook what to do during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and then he went up and down to arrange things, and explained many things to Fang Liuer and You Hao.

"Jingyue and I will be away for a while, and we can only leave things in the store to you to take care of. If you have any difficulties, you can go to Miss Wang Mi of the Wang family. I told her."

"Brother Lang, don't worry, I will take care of the store." Fang Liuer is no longer the obedient brother who was bullied by her family until she died.

He reassured with firm eyes and gentleness.

Wen Lang smiled, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Then I'll leave it to you."

After everything was arranged, Wen Lang and his party finally embarked on the journey back to the imperial capital.

The carriage line was very long, and An Yinheng rode at the front. He was handsome and rode a tall horse, attracting the admiration of many women and brothers.

As the chariots and horses went out from the city gate, someone asked who was on the way.

"I heard it's Youjia, and they're going back to the imperial capital."

"Which family is Youjia? Why haven't I heard of it before, and there is such a big battle."

"You have never heard of Youjia, but we have a Youjia in Quanxi County, and it is naturally their family."

"What?! You Xiang's family came back, and now they are leaving again?"

"Brother, you really don't hear anything outside the window, you don't know about such a big thing."

No wonder some people don't know about Youjia, they are too low-key.

"You guys don't know, Boss Wen, you should know each other, right?"

"Boss Wen Ji, who doesn't know him?"

"That's Yu Jingshufulang, You's eldest son!"

"What?! Boss Wen is Mrs. You Jingshu. When resettling the victims, I remember correctly the people around the county magistrate. It seems to be You Jingshu."

"That's right, he really deserves to be the eldest son and eldest daughter-in-law of You Xiang, all of them are dragons and phoenixes among men."

Originally watching the excitement, the disaster victims heard that Wen Lang and You Jingshu were sitting in the carriage, so they flocked forward and bowed down to them on both sides of the road.

One gave them food, and the other gave them their homes. They thought that the two would never come back after they left, but now they heard the news and hurried to catch up, kneeling and thanking the two benefactors.

"What's wrong outside?" Wen Lang felt that the carriage was going slower and slower, and the noise outside was getting louder, so he lifted the curtain and looked out.

Beside the road, rows of kneeling people, men, women, old and young, all knelt down to worship them.

Wen Lang's heart seemed to be pressed by someone suddenly, and the tip of his nose felt a little sore.

"They're thanking us."

You Jingshu held his hand, without saying a word, Wen Lang held his hand back.

The victims thanked them for their journey, and Wen Lang and You Jingshu will always remember every thank you.