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

Qiao Jinshu thought about it, and followed Shi Yan and led the Zaizai away.

Chang Yuqiao was a light sleeper and would be conscious of any sound. Song Tingran turned over and put her legs on his body, and he woke up immediately.

He was used to it. Chongyan covered her with the quilt, but within a second, he was kicked away again.

There was no other way, so Chang Yuqiao had no choice but to hug her over, use his body to warm her, and put his hand on her lower abdomen.

The room wasn't cold to begin with, but the two of them were so close to each other that it was still a little warm.

Song Tingran stretched out his hand and pushed it, waking up from the heat, and turned it over to the other side to cool down.

Chang Yuqiao couldn't sleep either, so he opened his eyes and looked at her back, playing with her long hair with his hands and watching carefully.

The bottom position was a bit bifurcated, and Chang Yuqiao immediately looked closer to observe.

When Song Tingran woke up, he felt Chang Yuqiao begging for something behind him, so he turned slightly to take a look.

Chang Yuqiao seemed to be a pervert. He lay on the bed holding a strand of hair and kept looking at it, smelling it, and playing with it with his hands.

As their eyes met, Chang Yuqiao was relatively calm because he was looking at the split hair and thinking about how to care for her.

But Song Tingran thought differently, "Qiao, do you like my hair?"

"I like it. As long as I am the wife, I like it, anywhere."

Who doesn't want to hear sweet words? They all like it. Song Tingran happily hugged Chang Yuqiao's waist.

"Are you going to the embroidery workshop later?"

"I'm not going, Wife, I'm going to do something more important, but are you free this afternoon, Wife?"

"I'm free, I'm free." She nodded frantically.

Changyuqiao saw that it was still early and it would definitely get cooler in the evening. There was still sunshine, so he sat up immediately.

"Master Wife, just wait for me here while I go get ready."

"Prepare? Prepare for what? Do you need to prepare for this?"

"Of course you have to prepare, my wife, I will be back soon, don't worry."

"Yeah." Song Tingran was still looking forward to it.

Chang Yuqiao brought a basin of hot water over and placed it on a chair in the room. Without waiting for Song Tingran to ask, he went out and brought back a bucket of water, which was also hot.

He thought about it for a while and went out again. After going back and forth several times, Song Tingran just sat on the bed and watched, wondering what on earth he was going to do.

Finally, Chang Yuqiao brought back a wooden comb and a piece of soap locust and closed the door.

"Qiao, what are you doing? Are you still going out?"

"I won't go out for now, but I will go out soon. Wife, what do you think I want to do?"

Song Tingran couldn't guess this at first, but she guessed it when she saw the wooden comb and soap locust, as well as the hot water and the empty bucket.

"Wash your hair, do you want to help me wash my hair?"

"Well, it's not just about washing your hair. I see that your hair down there is not in good condition. It just so happens that you have nothing to do today and the sun is not too bad. Let me help you take good care of it."

Song Tingran loves to be clean. In the village, because washing hair is troublesome, many people only wash it once every half a month. She washes it frequently, and after touching her hair, it is still very clean.

As for the care Chang Yuqiao mentioned, she actually doesn't care whether she washes it or not, because she is still very satisfied with the quality of her hair.

Looking at Chang Yuqiao's expectant eyes, she responded, "Okay, since I have nothing to do, I'll do it. But the floor will be dirty in your room, so it's more convenient to go to the bathroom."

Chang Yuqiao sat next to her, "No, Wife, this is what I have thought about carefully. There is no difference between you washing yourself in the bathroom and me washing you. In this room, you lie down and I wash you." , just enjoy the whole process.”

Song Tingran was moved.

But it's not over yet.

Chang Yuqiao continued: "I have asked my second brother to add more firewood, so that it will not be cold. I also soaked rice in the kitchen. When I was waiting to take a shower, I used the rice water to moisten my hair. It is very useful. "

As he spoke, Chang Yuqiao gathered up his half-dispersed hair from behind and brought it in front of him.

Song Tingran stroked it, "It's really good. I just noticed that your hair is good. It turns out that you have been secretly growing your hair."

"It's not secret, I know this method, but it's a bit troublesome. I have nothing to do every day and have the most time. Wife, please don't laugh at me."

Song Tingran held Chang Yuqiao's hair, making it smooth and smooth. She couldn't help but bury her head in it, and inhaled deeply like a cat.

Not only is it soft, but it also has an indescribable fragrance. It smells very good, and it's different from the ones on clothes.

"No joke, there's nothing to laugh about. I like it very much. Did you put something on your hair? It smells so good."

Chang Yuqiao let Song Tingran play with his long hair, "It's nothing, I just put the powder on my body, I... took out a little and sprinkled it in the air, and it fell on the hair, and there was this faint fragrance. "He was still a little embarrassed to say it.

"Yes, it's a good idea. No wonder you are so white. You always insist on wearing perfume."

Chang Yuqiao was completely embarrassed, his eyes moved elsewhere, and he reached out to touch the water in the basin.

"My wife, if you don't wash it, the water will get cold. It's just right now."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Chang Yuqiao placed a piece of cloth beside the bed, and Song Tingran lay here.

He helped her take off all the pearls on her head, combed her hair gently, and then placed it in the basin.

Song Tingran's head was not in the air and he was very comfortable lying down.

There is a stool under the basin, and the height is just right. However, Chang Yuqiao is a little tired sitting on the stool of the same height.

"Master Wife, please wait for me. I'll find another stool. I'll be back soon."

"Okay, go ahead."

Song Tingran was enjoying it without even opening his eyes.

The Changyu Bridge only opened a small crack to let in the air-conditioning outside, so he just walked out and quickly closed the door.

Sang Cheng sweeps the floor in the inner courtyard, but it's actually not dirty. If he sweeps like this every day, the house will stay tidy and he won't feel tired.

"Third brother, what are you busy with? Is the wife still awake?" Sang Cheng asked with a broom in his hand.

"We're awake. Let's wash our hair in the house. I'll move a slightly lower stool. By the way, don't touch the rice water I put in the white kitchen. I'll use it later."

Sang Cheng hummed, held the broom tightly, and watched Chang Yuqiao search in the storage room for a while, and then left.

He is so envious.

This morning, I went to Liu Qiaojiang's house with Chang Yuqiao, and then I stayed in her room when I came back, and they took a nap together at noon. In the afternoon we wash our hair together in the house.

I’m really envious.

Sang Cheng also touched his hair. It was also very good, but not as smooth and shiny as Chang Yuqiao's.

No wonder the wife likes to let Chang Yuqiao wash her hair, Sang Cheng thought silently, feeling a little uncomfortable, but he just blamed himself for not living up to expectations.