The time-traveling husband is also comprehensible

When Ding Baocheng saw Fan Xin's shadow and was scolded for bowing his head, he actually felt a little pitiful for him.

Especially when this person pretended to be a brave and arrogant hero in front of Ding Baocheng, but he turned out to be a poor ghost... This contrast is too... very satisfying!

Ding Baocheng thought it was funny and went out to watch the play with his sleeves in his arms.

He didn't wear a bamboo hat on his head, and he didn't have any objections to Fan Zhanying's recognition of him. He didn't know when he had already regarded Fan Zhanying as a comrade-in-arms, friend or even...

Ding Baocheng didn't continue to think, but looked at it for a while, and walked over without controlling his steps: "How much does he owe you? I'll pay for him."

Xiao Er looked back and saw Ding Baocheng stretching out two fingers: "Two taels of silver!"

"I just ordered food, but I didn't eat it when I found out it was too expensive." Fan Xinying was arguing, and looked up to see Ding Baocheng in a daze, seeming particularly surprised, and said: "So it's you...I have money, so I don't need you to pay. "

Ding Baocheng paid the money to watch the cursing Xiao Er go, regardless of his face-saving politeness, then turned to look at Fan Xinying and asked, "Do you have a place to live?"

Fan Xinying was stunned for a moment, and could feel the embarrassment breaking through the sky through the veil: "No...no."

Ding Baocheng laughed, and patted him on the shoulder: "For the sake of saving me before, I invite you to stay in a hotel."

Fan Xinying grabbed his arm, and Ding Baocheng could see his burning eyes through a layer of tulle.

There seemed to be endless affection in his eyes, which made Ding Baocheng's heart skip a beat.

Ding Baocheng didn't understand why he had such deep affection, nor why he fell into his gaze.

He withdrew his arm, put his fingers on his lips, and coughed lightly: "What's wrong?"

Brahma's shadow language is not surprising: "Do you want to pay for food?"

Ding Baocheng was taken aback:

--good!It turned out that Pindao thought too much?Affectionate bird!What a ghost!You want to eat and drink while I live in a poor way?When am I a kindergarten, daycare, nursing home or shelter?Don't even look in the mirror, are you always cute and likable?

Fan Xinying pinched his sleeve pitifully with his fingers, and turned his face away.

The sun moved out from behind the clouds, and a ray of light hit the two of them squarely.

Through the light and shadow through the veil, Ding Baocheng could vaguely see the expression of humiliation on Fan Xinying's face.

Because this layer of tulle blurred the harsh lines of his face and softened the sharp edges and corners, it looked especially harmless.

Although Ding Baocheng was full of complaints in his heart, his brain twitched and he opened his mouth to answer: "It can be..."

Fan Xinying followed Ding Baocheng's footsteps to the opposite inn: "Then...you take care of the food and I will forcefully stay."

Ding Baocheng choked for a moment: "It's really too much for you..."

Back to the inn.

Ding Baocheng planned to spend money to open a new room, but Fan Zinying grabbed his wrist and said, "No, if you want a bedding, I'll just make the floor."

Seeing his insistence, Ding Baocheng withdrew his hand: "I have money."

Fan Xinying glanced at the price list above his head: "It's too expensive, I don't want to live."

The innkeeper glanced at him, showing a poor expression: "This guest officer can go out and inquire, and we will count my house as the cheapest."

Ding Baocheng felt that he could live in the space by himself, which would indeed save money, so he waved his hands and said, "Then please send me a bedding." Seeing that the innkeeper agreed to get off, he glanced at Fan Xinying again, put down a silver coin and said: "Send another meal, what do you like to eat?"

Fan Xinying: "Spicy."

Ding Baocheng was stunned. Although he would have a big appetite at the thought of spicy food, but considering that the little guy in his stomach can't be stimulated...

Although facing the temptation, Ding Baocheng was a little afraid that he would not be able to control it, but Fan Xinying wanted to eat it and he couldn't refuse, so he swallowed and said to the shopkeeper waiting to order: "Please have a plate of pepper chicken, pickled fish, spicy tendon …Tomato eggs, stir-fried rapeseed, red bean milkshake cup, and then a bowl of porridge and rice.”

"Okay, I've written it down for you, and I'll let the back kitchen prepare it and send it to you." After finishing speaking, the boss handed the bamboo sheet to Xiaoer, and then turned to greet the guests behind.

"Here are the quilts for you." The waiter brought a quilt and handed it to Fan Xinying.

Satisfied, Fan Xinying carried the mattress and followed Ding Baocheng upstairs.

Ding Baocheng stepped up the stairs and asked him, "Are you also here to participate in the assessment after three months?"

Fan Xinying paused, then nodded immediately: "Yes. You also want to work in the imperial capital?"

Ding Baocheng said indifferently: "Not necessarily, just go and have a look."

With that said, he opened the door.

I saw a small white dumpling that was less than his waist height running over from the table and throwing himself into Ding Baocheng's arms: "Big brother!"

Ding Baocheng patted his head: "Is Min'er full?"

"I'm not full yet..." Min'er rubbed her belly, her jade-like face wrinkled, and looked at the air-conditioned man in black behind Ding Baocheng, and said warily, "Who is he?"

Fan Xinying also raised his eyebrows to look at this little boy with a hostile face, and raised his hand to take off the bamboo hat on his head, revealing his smooth forehead and those black phoenix eyes.

Looking at each other.

The little guy fought against this iceberg-faced ten-level air-conditioner and soon lost. Min'er cried and tugged at Ding Baocheng's sleeve: "Big brother..."

Ding Baocheng had known for a long time that Fan Xinying looked good, but he didn't expect it to be so good. He lowered his eyes and looked away from that stunning face and said to Min'er: "He is my friend, Min'er, the guests come Are you welcome?"

"Welcome, welcome, warmly welcome." Min'er pouted and moved away to welcome Fan Xinying through the door.

Seeing that Fan Xinying spread the quilt on the soft couch next to him and seemed to be planning to stay for a long time, Min'er's eyebrows were wrinkled like spring water being blown, and she asked Ding Baocheng, "Big brother, when will your guest... leave?"

Ding Baocheng laughed, and followed Min'er's hostile gaze. Fan Xinying's broad shoulders and narrow hips are beautiful, and it is really a wonderful landscape.

He rubbed his belly, thinking that looking at the beautiful boy would make him feel better, and he would be good to the baby in his belly, so he said to Min'er: "It should take some time before we leave."

Kong Mingfan could not help being a little excited when he successfully penetrated into his wife's house, and deeply felt that no matter what he became, his allure to his daughter-in-law would not decrease but increase instead!

He walked from outside the curtain to Ding Baocheng's room and leaned against the wall pillar with a smile, "You're right."

Ding Baocheng said: "I see that you made a move last time... your cultivation is not bad, and you should have room. Why don't you stay here and sleep in the open?"

Kong Mingfan asked him back: "Why don't you live in space?"

Ding Baocheng couldn't help laughing: "My cultivation base was seriously damaged in the last battle. It took a lot of energy to enter the space, and the physical injury was not healed and forced to practice... I'm afraid it's not suitable."

Kong Mingfan said boldly: "Me too, last time I was injured to protect you and I haven't healed yet, so I can't enter the space."

Ding Baocheng opened his eyes and saw that there was really no spiritual power in him: "Are you seriously damaged?"

Kong Mingfan didn't reply to him, but said: "Is your husband gone already?"

Ding Baocheng was hurt by his sudden change of topic, and his face turned cold: "Brother, since you already know, why do you need to ask again?"

"Min'er knows that it's basic courtesy not to mention other people's sad things, but you're lucky, you don't have a tutor!" Min'er took Ding Baocheng's hand to comfort him, and shouted at Fan Xinying.

I don't have a tutor?Kong Mingfan raised his eyebrows, and saw that Ding Baocheng was indeed looking gloomy, so he changed the subject and said, "I think you look bad, so you can't eat well when I'm not here?"

Ding Baocheng didn't understand what he meant, and didn't delve into it: "As you said, how can I look so radiant when my husband is gone?"

Kong Mingfan couldn't deny it: "He's just a useless mortal, he doesn't know martial arts, his cultivation is mediocre, what should you worry about if he is sick and mortal?"

"If you say anything more, please go out." Ding Baocheng didn't expect him to say such a thing, and said coldly: "Even if he is bad in every way, how can you be so abrupt! Besides, in my opinion, My husband is kind and upright, and he treats me even better, may I ask why he is not worthy of my concern?"

Kong Mingfan paused, looked at Ding Baocheng's unwavering eyes for a long time, approached him and said in a low voice, "In your heart... is he really so good and worthy of your concern?"

Ding Baocheng looked away, and the tears in his eyes couldn't help it. He didn't know why he couldn't control the grief that had nowhere to rest in his heart in front of this person.

However, when Fan Xinying said Kong Mingfan like this, Ding Baocheng never wanted to show weakness in front of him, and raised his chin to let the tears flow back: "It has nothing to do with you."

Min'er was scared by the aura between the two that did not allow a third person to enter the game, so she hid beside the bed and bit her finger.

Kong Mingfan raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch Ding Baocheng's face, when there was a knock on the door: "Guest officer, your food and drink have arrived, can you open the door?"

Ding Baocheng sniffed, got up, walked over Kong Mingfan to open the door, smiled reluctantly, and said, "Please come in."

The two mistresses who came in have already practiced the ability to ignore the love-hate entanglements between the guests.

They cleaned up the dishes on the table by themselves, put down the dishes in their hands by themselves, and quickly exited and closed the door.

Ding Baocheng washed his hands and greeted Min'er as he walked towards the table: "Do you want some more, Min'er?"

Min'er bit her index finger and walked over, looked at Ding Baocheng and Kong Mingfan, and nodded.

Ding Baocheng took his finger away: "Don't suck your finger, it has bacteria and is unhygienic."

"What is bacteria?" Min'er hurriedly put down her fingers and rubbed her saliva on the corner of her clothes.

"It's just unclean." Ding Baocheng frowned: "Go wash your hands and come to eat."

Min'er nodded and went to wash her hands with her short legs.

Ding Baocheng glanced at the older boy standing with his sleeves hanging aside with a cold face like a doormat: "You too, go wash your hands and eat."

Kong Mingfan glanced at him and pursed his lips: "Hands are not dirty."

Ding Baocheng raised his eyebrows, and Kong Mingfan stopped talking immediately when he saw this: "Daughter-in-law, speak up and wash your hands decisively."

The three sat at the table and began to eat. Kong Mingfan picked up the chopsticks and frowned when he saw that Ding Baocheng only ate porridge and ate only vegetarian dishes.

He knew that Ding Baocheng loved spicy food the most, why did he...

Seeing that he was holding chopsticks, Ding Bao refused to do anything: "But these dishes are not to your taste? Don't you like them?"

Just as Kong Mingfan was about to speak, he heard Min'er grunting: "Big brother said, picky eaters are not good!"

Kong Mingfan's gaze turned cold, of course it was impossible to be compared to a child: "Of course I won't pick."

As he said, he put a chopstick of sauerkraut fish in the empty plate beside him, carefully picked out the fishbone and put it in the small bowl next to Ding Baocheng, and then looked at Min Er and Ding Baocheng very naturally. Next... Continue to eat meat.

Picking vegetables for the daughter-in-law and removing thorns is an essential quality for a qualified husband.Kong Mingfan thought about it, with a smile in his cold eyes.

【Finish】

The author's gossip: the daily life of a straight male uncle with advanced cancer and his daughter-in-law who can't explain in words, hahahahaha