Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

Song Tingran pushed his leaning head away, but Qiao Jinshu still kept coming closer.

"Okay, it's time to go eat. I guess everyone is waiting for us."

"Yes, I'm hungry too. You don't even know it. There were two children this morning who made me so angry that they couldn't teach me anything."

"Aren't you angry, kid? You have to learn knowledge slowly. Do you think that everyone is just like you, gifted and so smart? There are too few, okay?"

Qiao Jinshu opened the bathroom door and walked out proudly. He always accepted such compliments happily.

Everyone was indeed waiting. Shi Yan was originally going to call, but when he saw the half-open door being closed, he didn't go over easily.

Song Tingran sat down, and the whole family also started to eat. There was no cooking or anything for lunch, and it was indeed relatively simple. What they cooked was braised rice with ribs, potatoes, beans, and some braised beef and mutton as well as cold vegetables.

Xiao Yuchen immediately set his sights on braised beef, but he was never the first to use chopsticks.

He only waits for others to eat this dish before he picks it up. This is also because of the rules he learned in a wealthy family when he was a child. If you don't follow the rules, you will be beaten.

I won't get beaten now, but I'm used to it.

Song Tingran was eating the stewed rice, the soup and rice were mixed together, and it was fragrant. She noticed Xiao Yuchen looking at the braised beef longingly, and helplessly took a piece for her.

"Yu Chen, eat, eat more."

"Yeah." Xiao Yuchen started eating.

Shi Yan: "Yuchen, you can eat whatever you want. You don't have to wait for others, Ang." He also talked to Xiao Yuchen like he was coaxing a child. He was always gentle to the young men below.

Unless, a mistake was made.

"I know, brother." Xiao Yuchen's happiness is very simple. At this moment, it is the ultimate.

Qiao Jinshu also took a big bite of the ribs, chewing and chewing, and then stopped.

"Hey, Wife, I forgot to ask in the bathroom just now, which name did you choose for Gou Sheng?" His face was filled with anticipation.

"Tong Changxi."

Qiao Jinshu was disappointed. He was quite satisfied with the name he thought of. It was not selected. He could only say that Gou Sheng had no vision. He thought to himself to comfort himself.

"Tong?" Shi Yan grasped the key point.

"Well, Liu Qiaojiang asked Tong Gui to choose the name. He also said that it would be better to follow Tong Gui's surname. In the end, it was decided."

Chang Yuqiao went with him and nodded, indicating that this was the case.

"That's good. I didn't expect this, because Gou Sheng is a young man. If he has the same surname as Miss Liu, it would seem that Tong Gui is not important. Miss Liu is still attentive." Shi Yan said.

"Well, everything went smoothly anyway, but according to what you said, Liu Qiaojiang really has nothing to say to Tong Gui."

These words naturally reached Zaizai, and everyone knew that Gou Sheng's new name was Tong Changxi.

After dinner, it is normal for everyone to clean up together, but the husbands are not willing to let Song Tingran do it.

At most, if she insists on carrying a plate, everything else will be snatched away.

You could rest at home for a while at noon, so Shi Yan went back to the house and lay down for a while.

The cubs didn't know where they got their energy from, they just weren't tired. They were playing in the yard, knowing that the adults would take a break and the noise wasn't loud.

Song Tingran also wanted to go back to the main house, but when she saw Chang Yuqiao walking towards his house, she immediately followed.

Sang Cheng stood in the inner courtyard and watched Song Tingran enter Changyuqiao's house again.

"Why are you standing here? Go back to the house and rest. I'm still a little sleepy after eating." Wen Ci walked over and said.

"Well, okay, I'm about to go back too."

Chang Yuqiao's house was in a mess. He was a tidy person, so even though there were many things in the house, they were always arranged neatly.

Now, he frowned and just looked at Song Tingran standing beside him, tugging at his cuffs with two fingers.

"Qiao, please listen to my explanation."

"Yeah." He was still frowning, but his mood relaxed a little. After all, this could prove what Song Tingran did.

"Then first say you are not angry." Song Tingran stood in front of Changyu Bridge and watched eagerly.

"Okay, I'm not angry, my wife, but you. Are you tired?"

"Well, I'm not tired. I'm not tired, and I haven't done anything great."

Song Tingran Ke was moved and took Chang Yuqiao to lie on the bed to rest together, and then talked like this.

"Qiao, cover your belly." Song Tingran covered him with a quilt and looked at his beautiful profile.

"Well, Wife, please tell me quickly, I'm a little anxious."

"Yes, I just want to make a wool rug for Sang Cheng. He is always thinking about this and that. I made two copies of the rugs on the stairs outside, and there is nothing in his house."

Chang Yuqiao's mind was full of Sang Cheng's big wardrobe, plus the beautiful clothes he couldn't find, and the newly bought cloth that he couldn't use up.

Love often feels like a debt.

"Qiao, are you unhappy?"

Song Tingran was anxious and quickly stood up to look at Changyu Bridge. He smiled and said, "My wife, I'm not angry. I just thought about Sang Cheng's house and it is true that it lacks a wool carpet. In this way, He can then stand on the stall and pick out clothes.”

Song Tingran also reacted, leaning sideways next to Chang Yuqiao, pressing his upper body slightly, and stroking his face with his hands.

"I'll make one for you too, Qiao. Don't be angry or feel uncomfortable. I just think Sang Cheng needs one."

Chang Yuqiao kept smiling and put his arms around her neck, getting closer and closer. He narrowed his eyes slightly and kissed her affectionately.

After a while, he slowly let go, almost out of breath.

"Master Wife, I'm not Jinshu, so I won't feel uncomfortable. I understand what you mean, and I don't need a wool rug. You see, I have a rug made of rags on the floor. I have been laying it on. , how beautiful it is. If I have that time, I would rather we lie together and talk like we are now."

"it is good."

Song Tingran was hugging her and covering her with a quilt, feeling comfortable and warm. He said in a soft voice that the embroidery shop had sold a lot of goods in the morning.

Unknowingly, Song Tingran fell asleep. Chang Yuqiao glanced at him, with a smile on his lips, and fell asleep peacefully.

Chang Yuqiao didn't care about the wool carpet at all, he was even happy about it.

Because of this, his wife will stay in his room for a long time and can even take a nap in his arms.

No matter how many wool rugs I have, I won’t replace them.

When the time came, Shi Yan and Qiao Jinshu took the Zaizai to the school. When they left, Song Tingran was still dreaming.

"My wife didn't come to see us off either." Qiao Jinshu was reluctant to leave, standing at the door and looking inside.

Shi Yan: "My wife must be doing her own thing, and she doesn't give her away every day. Let's go, Jinshu, and I'll be back in the evening."