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

Song Tingran looked at Xiao Yuchen with questions in his mind.

"My wife, I can't explain clearly, but my elder brother is right, but even if he hasn't said it, I haven't heard it. As long as you are angry or unhappy, it is my fault."

Song Tingran hugged Xiao Yuchen. He didn't think of these simple words as love words, they were all from the bottom of his heart, but she was touched every time.

"Then what should you do if I'm particularly angry?" She touched his arm.

"Then I must have done something very bad and made my wife angry."

"Then how do you coax me?"

Xiao Yuchen was really thinking, "If I'm just a little angry, I'll kneel down and apologize. If I'm particularly angry, my wife, you can hit me with the wooden stick outside until you're not angry anymore."

Song Tingran put her hand in the nightgown and touched around.

"That hurts so much, aren't you afraid of the pain?"

"You're angry. It hurts so much here. It hurts more than being beaten with a stick."

Clumsy love is so flirty.

Xiao Yuchen's face was obviously red, "Will this also relieve the anger?" He stared at her wandering hands.

Song Tingran felt a little uncomfortable touching her, but considering that this was her husband, it was appropriate to touch her no matter what.

"Ang, this method works well. Your muscles feel very comfortable to the touch."

Xiao Yuchen was very happy to see it. He even lay down and showed off the muscles on his arms for her to look at.

"Yu Chen, I'm going to choose some fabrics tomorrow. I'm thinking I'd better make some new clothes for you. Even if you like to wear old pajamas, you should make more of the outer clothes like this."

Xiao Yuchen feels that he already has enough clothes. In fact, three or four pieces of clothes are enough for all seasons. Now there is only one cabinet in his wardrobe. He can't even think of wearing it, so he only wears a few sets that he usually wears.

Or it's a festival, so I have to change my appearance to be festive.

In fact, it's still the same look after changing its appearance.

"Master Wife, I really have enough clothes. Why don't you make a few sets for other people? For Sang Cheng, he likes new clothes. I think he wears something different every day."

"You don't have to worry about others. Sang Cheng's clothes can't be worn. I bought him several pieces of new fabrics a few days ago, all in the latest colors."

Xiao Yuchen was surprised and lay down, as if there was something he couldn't understand.

He knew that Song Tingran wanted to make clothes for him because he cared about him, and if he didn't refuse, he would be considered to have agreed.

However, he still asked the question in his mind, "My wife, I saw the pieces of fabric you bought for Sang Cheng. I don't quite understand, why did you buy them all in the same color?"

"...not a color."

"Ah? Isn't it the same color? I looked at it for a long time. I thought it was to make the same clothes for the whole family or something special. It's not the same color?"

Song Tingran nodded, and Xiao Yuchen got out of bed and blew out the candles while doubting his life.

It's getting late and it's time to go to sleep.

Xiao Yuchen closed his eyes and turned over the pieces of identical fabric.

"Yu Chen, go to sleep quickly, don't move around, be a good boy."

"Okay, Wife, I'm just thinking about the fabric. I will definitely go to Sang Cheng's room to look at it tomorrow. Can you go with me?"

"Row."

"Okay, hehe."

Song Tingran changed his position, and Xiao Yuchen actually fell asleep. The breathing when he was asleep and when he was not asleep was different.

This, heartless, fell asleep in a second.

The next day, after everyone was in their places, Song Tingran quietly went to Changyuqiao's room again.

When Chang Yuqiao went to the embroidery workshop, he planned to work for a while and then go home to accompany him. With this running head, he walked briskly.

"My wife went to the third brother's room again. He was there yesterday and he is still there today, but the third brother is not there at all. I watched him go to the embroidery workshop." Wen Li said while standing in the courtyard.

Wen Ci looked at the door of Changyu Bridge and said thoughtfully, "Yes, it seems we have to ask Third Brother for advice."

"Brother, you still need to seek advice from Third Brother. Have you forgotten the time when you were the only one in the world? How glorious it was."

"Okay, now you dare to make a joke on your brother. Look, I won't take care of you."

Wen Ci and Wen Li were fighting in the inner courtyard when Xiao Yuchen walked over and almost bumped into them.

"Be careful. The ground is hard now. I'm afraid you will suffer if you fall." Xiao Yuchen held his ground firmly and supported Wen Li immediately.

"Well, I understand, second brother, if you still want to raise seedlings today, my brother and I will stay with you, so it will be faster."

"That's okay. In fact, it's just the finishing touch. There's no rush. I want to find my wife. Yesterday she promised me to go see the cloth with me."

Wen Ci pointed to the house in Changyuqiao, "My wife is in the third brother's house. She went in after breakfast."

Xiao Yuchen: "Oh, it's not good for me to go looking for him. I won't go. We'll talk about it later."

Wen Li grabbed Xiao Yuchen and quickly explained, "Second brother, third brother is not in the house, and the wife is alone in his house. I don't know what she was doing, just yesterday."

"this...."

Finally, Xiao Yuchen was really worried about whether the pieces of cloth were the same color and knocked on the door.

Song Tingran put down the things in his hands and opened the door, "Yu Chen? What's the matter?"

"What you promised me last night..."

Song Tingran's brain was running wildly about what he had promised last night.

"Well, do you want to make new clothes for you? I remember. Let's go to the embroidery workshop together and pick out some fabrics for you first."

Wen Ci and Wen Li also came over, and Song Tingran closed the door immediately.

"No, my wife, I'm going to Sang Cheng to see if he can get some fabrics." Xiao Yuchen said.

"Yes, let's go now."

Song Tingran took Xiao Yuchen's hand. She must fulfill her promise to her husband. Wen Ci and Wen Li had nothing to do, so they went together.

The door and windows of Sang Cheng's house were closed, and it was impossible to tell whether there was anyone inside from the outside.

Song Tingran knocked on the door, and Sang Cheng opened the door with red eyes, but it was obvious that he had taken care of it.

"Uh, wife, second brother, Wen Ci, Wen Li, why are you all here? Are you going out?"

Song Tingran only saw Sang Cheng's somewhat red eyes. She took a step forward and touched his face to look.

"Why are you crying?" He said and touched his forehead again. It was not hot, which reassured him a little. It was not an illness. Wen Ci and the others were also concerned about him.

"It's okay, it's really okay. Maybe I didn't sleep well last night." Sang Cheng explained, not wanting to admit that he was hiding in the room crying just now.

Wen Ci: "Yes, you were in a bad state when you were eating just now. You will catch up on your sleep later and get some more sleep."

Wen Li: "I'll make you a cup of honey water. Wait for me."

Song Tingran directly pulled Sang Cheng into the room and pushed him down beside the bed, "Drink some honey water later and sleep peacefully, be good."

"Well, okay, are you going out?"

If he goes out and Sang Cheng wants to follow him, he doesn't want to sleep at home alone.