The Dumb Wife of Rebirth is Unbearable

There is a poem that says: Only the peony is truly national, and the capital moves when it blooms.

The peony is beautiful in color and fragrant in pearls, so it has the reputation of "National Beauty and Heavenly Fragrance".

The only one in the world who can bear this title is Lan's eldest son, and Lan can be chased after him.

No matter how romantic Jin Wuduan was in his previous life, and how many beauties he had admired, compared to the stunning Lan Kezhui, he had to admit that he had tasted the feeling of heartbeat.

Now reborn...

The first time Jin Wuduan saw Lan Kezhui at the entrance of the Jinjia Banquet Hall, he felt panic in his heart and always felt ashamed of him.

It's okay to put this kind of emotion on others, but on Jin Wuduan...

How can he feel guilty for a person who doesn't even have a heart?

Jin Wudu didn't know what that feeling was like at that time, he only knew that seeing Lan Kezhui now, his heart was calm.

No guilt, no volatility.

He looked at the man who was as beautiful as a heavenly man standing in the bushes, and turned his gaze back as the car moved forward.

The events of his previous life have come to an end with his rebirth.

If you say you are in debt, Jin Wuduan only admits that you owe Si Nian, as for others...

Excuse me.

The past life has long been in the past tense, and Jin Wudu did nothing in this life, so why should he feel indebted?

Jin Wuduan is not the kind of person who has a conscience and knows how to compensate others. He is cold-hearted, so he will not let the so-called morality and conscience be shackled.

There is only one person who can hold him down in this life...

Thinking of his own daughter-in-law, Jin Wuduan couldn't help laughing while holding his chin, which made the co-driver's hair stand on end. He gave Jin Wuduan an inoculation and said, "Master! The guardrail at the back of the house has been raised to 20 meters, and the power grid has also been increased. On the tenth floor...you..."

It's best to stop.

Jingzhe didn't know if he was afraid of being cleaned up by Jin Wudu, and he hesitated for a long time, then he heard Jin Wudu yelled strangely, and said: "Is there a mistake?! I still want to climb over the wall and go home to see my wife! How did this happen! It's so good! What are you doing with the heightened guardrail? How about building a ten-layer power grid? Who are you going to guard against?"

Jing Zhe touched his nose and didn't say a word, but who he was guarding against, don't you know?Why bother to ask?

Jin Wuduan didn't know, got out of the car and yelled as he walked: "I live in the deep mountains and old forests, there is not even a ghost, how can I guard against thieves?"

The butler just happened to come over, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "My lord said, if the third lord wants to go out in the future, just go through the main entrance, it's dangerous to climb over the wall."

He is an old man of the Jin family, and the "father" in his mouth naturally refers to his own father.

Jin Wuduan had dealt with this old man a lot in his previous life, he looked kind and kind, but in fact his eyes were so clear that he was deadly.

Jing Zhe said hello to the butler first, and Jin Wuduan put his hands on the butler's body, patted his thin but powerful shoulder blades, and said with a smile: "Uncle, how are you doing recently?"

Jin Wuduan had a bright smile, and his face was very similar to his own father.

When he was not smiling, people would catch a glimpse of him, but when he smiled, he almost captured all the beauty of youth in this world.

The butler looked at the exquisite flirtatious eyebrows and eyes of the person in front of him, his eyes were in a daze for a moment, and suddenly remembered the flirtatiousness of his grandfather when he was young...

Think about it, how many years have you seen that person smile?

It seems that since the uncle was born, that...

My grandfather never laughed again, hey!

Jin waved his hands in front of the butler for no reason, and said strangely: "Uncle, what are you thinking? What? I'm so good-looking, I'm fascinated by it?"

He always looked a little out of place, the housekeeper smiled back and said, "I'm a person who is about to die, so don't make fun of me, third master."

Jin Wuduan scoffed in his heart, and said to himself that you were still alive when I died in my previous life. Seeing how you are alive and kicking, you have lived for decades without any problem, and you are going to be buried soon?

hehe!Stop kidding!

"Uncle! Can I go out anytime?" Jin Wuduan asked again, and before the housekeeper could answer, he saw a group of people coming from the direction of the main house.

The person in the lead is holding a bouquet of flowers, and as he gets closer, he can smell the faint fragrance of flowers.

colder.

Each of them held a tray in their hands, on which there were gift boxes with bows, big or small, all beautifully wrapped.

Jin Wuduan glanced over, no more, no less 27 people.

The person at the head leaned over and greeted Jin Wuduan, then handed the bouquet in his hand to the butler, and said, "I just wrapped it up, and I asked you to send a message to my uncle, wishing him a happy birthday!"

The 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, the day before New Year's Eve, is the birthday of Jin's eldest son.

He was very cautious in his movements, and the butler also rarely put on a cautious look. The movement of receiving flowers seemed to be receiving some precious and fragile items. He nodded and said, "Tell me, I'll go right away."

Jin Wuduan looked at the group of people leaving in a mighty way, and asked Jing Zhe, "How old is Jin Nuanyan this year?"

His voice was quite cold, and Jing Zhe didn't dare to remind him that it was disrespectful to call Jin Nuanyan by his full name, so he replied, "Master Xu is six years old, and he is 27 this year."

Jin Wuduan nodded, thinking that it's no wonder there are 27 gifts.

Every year on Jin Nuanyan's birthday in her previous life, her father would always meticulously prepare gifts equivalent to Jin Nuanyan's age.

One more each year.

But what remains unchanged is that there must be a bouquet of flowers every year.

Ylang...

It is said that it is Jin Nuanyan's favorite flower.

Jin Wuduan couldn't imagine how his father wrapped the flowers by hand, but he was a little curious, what was in those gift boxes?

jewelry?Or jade?Or something else?

Jin Nuanyan doesn't lack for anything. When my father chooses gifts, he must be swaying from side to side. Isn't it difficult?

But no matter what, the father's love for the eldest son is beyond the reach of others in a lifetime.

Jin Wuduan thought of himself who had a sour taste in the previous life, and the stupid things he did to compete with his elder brother for favor, and felt that he was a joke.

He walked on the cobblestone path, thinking to himself, "I have lived for so long, and I have never celebrated my birthday. I don't even know when I was born... "

Jin Wuduan's tone was light and ethereal, like clouds in the sky being blown away by the cold wind, without the slightest weight.

Jing Zhe couldn't see her grandfather's face, and felt that his words were inexplicably sad, but his tone was so careless...

Qinglang smiled without any loss.

His back is straight and straight, like a strong bamboo, unyielding without any negative influence.

Jing Zhe pursed her lips, took a few steps with the coat in her hand, and said, "Master, it's cold, should you put on your coat?"

As he spoke, he was about to put the clothes in his hand on his grandfather's shoulders, but he was blocked.

Jin Wuduan's fingers were very cold, and he didn't know if it was blown by the wind. He turned his head to look at the greenhouse not far away under the sun, shook his head and said, "Let's walk casually!"

Jing Zhe nodded, slightly exerting force on the coat in his hand...

Tighten.