An ugly wife in the time-traveling house

The red candles were shining brightly, and the person in fiery red wedding dress was sitting upright on a high bed covered with longan and red dates. The face under the head cover was timid with shyness, and sad with joy, just like Mr. Zhuo Shijia.

"You really suit red."

The drunk man's eyes were blurred, and he kissed the face of the man in his arms affectionately and intensely, with obvious desire.

Yu Hua could only feel that the blush on his face had spread uncontrollably to his whole body, he lightly pushed Erzhu's shoulder, panting slightly: "Husband, wait a minute..."

"Don't push me, don't reject me, okay? I really like you, I really like you..."

"...Hey, I haven't drunk the wine yet."

"Don't think about using any reason to lie to me and escape from me."

Erzhu pressed the slightly struggling man in his arms to the quilt, his fingers lingered down from Yu Hua's white shoulders, buried his head to lick his neck heavily:

"I regret the hesitation that night. If I had taken you as my own early in the morning and let you have a child, would our ending be different? ... But it doesn't matter, we are already married, Lianzhou, I won't let you run away this time."

……

Opposite the medical hall, a wood shop selling furniture has newly opened, which is a dowry gift from Yu's family to Erzhu.

After a long time, Er Zhu and Shan Yu became more and more familiar with each other, until now, they come to eat every other day.

Don't eat for free, and bring your own wine and meat every time you come.

Shan Yu wondered: "Aren't you married? Why is there no one to cook for you?"

"I moved out the next day after we got married. It's not like you don't know. Besides, who is he? Who am I? How could he cook for me?"

In late autumn, I often saw Er Zhu standing at the door of the store looking at the hospital with wandering eyes and a look of resignation. Knowing that he still couldn't let go of the lotus boat, he couldn't help persuading him: "Since you are married, let's have a good time. You always live here." In the store, it's not a problem."

Erzhu scoffed, very disdainful: "Ghosts will have a good time with him who repays kindness and revenge."

Therefore, the first impression between people is really important. For example, Yu Hua, in Erzhu, he is completely a forced marriage image of buying and selling by force, and it is difficult to reverse the situation.

Shan Yu and Wan Qiu looked at each other, but didn't speak any more.

Feelings have always been like people knowing how warm and cold drinking water is, and they can't be persuaded.

In the late autumn of October, the theater began to talk about the Three Kingdoms and the Water Margin, and the dumb grandpa was not interested.

Fortunately, Wanqiu only likes "A Dream of Red Mansions", which is about the love between children. He bought the book after listening to the finale, so he obediently stayed at home with buns, or someone's pocket...

While taking money out of his sleeve, Shan Yu told the old man: "Go home early for dinner after listening to the play, and be careful on the way..."

The dumb grandpa nodded, and walked away leisurely with his hands behind his back, Uncle Zhang, Uncle Li and many other friends next door.

Shan Yu watched the old men leave, turned around and saw Wan Qiu standing behind her, holding a little bun in her arms, and a book in her arms.

"Husband, read the Red Chamber to me."

This kind of small request is nothing, but Shan Yu refused in his heart.

The four great classics are precious cultural heritage, and it is unacceptable that they have been randomly edited into such ghostly appearances.

Especially the sentimental Lin Daiyu in "A Dream of Red Mansions" turned out to be a brother, a man, it's just too bloody.

Shan Yu's eyes hurt, and he didn't want to look at it, so he shied away: "I don't know much, so I'm afraid I can't speak clearly."

"It doesn't matter." Wan Qiu is considerate: "My husband, you can tell as much as you know, I want to hear."

Since Lianzhou left, Wanqiu has returned to the state of being alone with his cubs. On weekdays, Shanyu and his dumb grandpa are in church, and Wanqiu is alone at home. He is also very lonely. It is true that he wants to listen to books, and he wants to spend more time with Shanyu. Getting along is also true.

Then he looked at him eagerly.

Shan Yu's heart was softened by Wan Qiu's small eyes, so he could only sigh softly and apply some eye drops, and then lay down on the low couch in front of the window and patted Wan Qiu's arm: "Come, lie in my arms and listen."

The setting sun shines at night, and the family of three enjoy themselves happily.

"For the first time, there is a Jia family in Jinling City..."

Shan Yu's voice was deep and pleasant, and he fell asleep to the little bun in the cradle after a while. He glanced at Wan Qiu, whose eyelids were fighting in the crook of his arm, and closed the book: "Go to sleep when you're sleepy."

"Husband..." Wan Qiu rolled into Shan Yu's arms, absorbing the warmth from his body like a kitten: "What are you eating tonight?"

"I heard that a new chef has arrived in the restaurant next door, and his cooking skills are superb. I've reserved a table and waited for you to wake up."

After hearing this, Wan Qiu lost her sleepiness, put her arms around Shan Yu's waist and asked, "He also made the hot pot?"

"Well, how do you know?"

"I heard from the guys in the store that the hot pot is delicious and popular. Many people queue up every day."

"Want to eat?"

"Well, I heard that the hot pot is boiled in a copper pot and eaten with ingredients. The way to eat it is very novel...but it's a bit expensive..." Wan Qiu reached out to Shan Yu and gestured: "The buddy said that a plate of green vegetables will be sold. What about this number?"

Shan Yu smiled, kissed Wan Qiu's forehead and said: "Whatever expensive or not, you can eat whatever you want, what's the matter, you can't wrong my husband's stomach, right?"

Wan Qiu blushed, her fingers wrapped around Shan Yu's belt, "Husband is so kind."

"How good is it? Well you want to take off my clothes, don't you?"

"Hu, nonsense."

"What nonsense? Did you not untie my belt? Or did you untie my belt but didn't intend to strip me naked?"

"Husband, you... um~"

Shan Yu kisses whenever he disagrees, he likes to get along with Wan Qiu in this way, and he likes the emotional and indescribable wonderful feeling when breathing blends together.

"Huh~ Wanqiu, open your mouth..."

"Husband... woo..."

Wan Qiu looked at Shan Yu in confusion, and found that his dark eyes were burning with raging fire, and what was contained there was desire visible to the naked eye.

It was as thick as the violent eruption of magma in the abyss, as if it would spew out if you were not careful.

Shan Yu clasped the back of Wan Qiu's head, and licked Wan Qiu's lips with a long tongue domineeringly, with a maddening tremor.

"Aren't you sleepy? Why don't you sleep?"

The foreheads touched, the tips of the noses touched, and there was a transparent line connecting the two of them together on the lips, which snapped off as Shan Yu spoke.

Wan Qiu licked her lips subconsciously, her tongue touched Shan Yu's lips, and she was sucked hard and unceremoniously.

"Hmm!" Suffering from the pain, Wan Qiu hit Shan Yu's chest with her clenched fist, lightly, without even making a sound.

"Since you're not sleepy, do you want to do something else?" Shan Yu asked ambiguously with her thin lips curled up.

"..." Wan Qiu glanced at Baozi who was sleeping beside her, her face flushed, "Go to bed."

"Need not."

"Huh? Husband wants to be here?" Wan Qiu glanced at the wide open window and hesitated: "This is not good."

"It's nothing bad." Shan Yu stretched out his hand and squeezed Wan Qiu's butt, got up, lit the lamp and took an ear pick: "Come on, Qiu, pick out my ears quickly, it's so itchy."

A pool of spring water has no place to swim in late autumn: "..." Just know!