Sitting in the back seat, Qian Cheng leaned lightly on Ling Yuxing's shoulder, the things she had experienced in the past few hours seemed to be still in front of her, as if she had thought of something, she turned her head to look at the man beside her, "Husband, if today's incident happened to me, would you be particularly afraid?" ”

As if knowing what she was worried about, Ling Yuxing reached out and pressed her into his arms, hugging her tightly, trying to calm her down with the warmth on his body.

"Fool, there won't be a time like this. I promised my two fathers-in-law that since I married you, I would protect you for the rest of my life. Today's incident was just an accident, and the same thing will not happen in the future. ”

When he said this, he didn't know whether Lu Dao was comforting her or comforting himself, after all, he was a little afraid of something like this today, because he cared too much, so he couldn't allow the person he cherished to have the slightest mistake.

"Really?" She turned her head to look at his side face, smiled faintly, and bypassed this unhappy topic, "Looking at Lei Shao's child just now, do you also want a smaller version of Ling Xiaowu?" ”

"Nope." Someone glanced at her and didn't think about answering her question directly, "Xiaoxiao is so wrinkled, ugly and ugly, if it weren't for Mrs. Ling's urging, I wouldn't have a problem if I didn't have a child, I would not only have to be widowed for 10 months when I had a child, but I would also have to compete with a little kid in the future, and I would have a headache when I thought about it." ”

Because of the stars and rain, Qiancheng glared at him with a red face and didn't look at him angrily, "People who are fathers can't wait to have a child by their side, but it's also the crystallization of the love of two people, and now when they look ugly, they will definitely be handsome when they grow up, and the genes are engraved there!" However, Mr. Ling, you think more far-reaching than them, and you are still jealous, you are embarrassed to say! ”

This person didn't like the existence of children from the beginning, and she once asked him about children and marriage, in his opinion, marriage and her came first, and the children didn't know where they were, and that kind of strong possessiveness and domineering made her speechless.

Zhilu said that she misunderstood what she meant, and he hurriedly explained: "Madam, I didn't mean that, it's just that now is not the time to have children, and I don't like children, as long as you give birth to them, I like them!" ”

After all, it is his child, but in his mind, she is the most important one, and no one can replace her place in his heart.

"Really? I don't see how much you like kids! If this palace has the function of hermaphroditism and can give birth to children on its own, what else do you want to do! ”

Someone looked at her with tears and laughter, and couldn't help but ridicule: "Is daring to be a husband just to provide the function of giving birth to children?" Madam, I won't take you across the river and tear down the bridge like this! ”

"......" Regarding his shameless behavior, Qian Cheng could only express his speechlessness and a slap in the face, "Mr. Ling, please take into account that there are unmarried girls in the car, even if you want to * I will restrain a little!" ”

"Yes, Madame taught you a lesson!" He didn't think about letting others share the love between husband and wife, so he kept his mouth shut.

Xingyu glanced in the rearview mirror, a loving couple, which is indeed enviable

On the twenty-ninth day of the year, the whole city began to usher in the Spring Festival of this year in silence and liveliness.

Because they didn't celebrate the New Year in Beijing, the first time they accompanied their parents to celebrate the New Year in City A, Qiancheng and Ling Yuxing picked the most beautiful New Year's goods on the twenty-ninth day of the year, and the two of them went shopping together to buy New Year's goods, relaxed.

Because the calligraphy of Zhilu Dao Ling Yuxing is good, the major matter of writing couplets was explained to the president early in the morning, and he was busy with all the cleaning work at home, and Qiancheng was so tired that he spread it on someone's lap, looking at his cut window flowers, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and look surprised.

"Yo, Mr. Ling, you can even cut window flowers! It's incredible! Unfolded and looked at the window flowers in her hand, in addition to the fish and the word Fu in the hollow pattern, there are some flowers and plants, and the laser carved window flowers sold on the street are no different, this craft simply amazed her!!

"Why didn't I hear the praise of you, but I heard the sourness! Mrs. Ling, isn't it a good thing to be happy that her husband is very capable, why don't you treat you very well? Putting down the brush, Ling Yuxing lowered his eyes and looked at the woman who was pillowed on his lap, and pinched her nose angrily.

"It's not that I don't want to see you, but Mr. Ling is too omnipotent, Mrs. Ling, I am jealous, envious and hateful, can't I?!" A big man is an iron-blooded soldier, and he can even cut window flowers, something that a grandmother-level person would do, can he not be envious, jealous and hateful?

"Okay, it's my honor to make Mrs. Ling jealous." With a chuckle, he raised his hand and walked around the window grille from her hand, "Actually, you don't have to be jealous of me, when I was very young, Lafayette taught me to cut the window grille by hand, and it was said that I could learn to control my emotions." ”

Referring to the things when he was a child, Jun's face could not hide the tenderness of recalling the past, thinking of the self-willed and arrogant little emperor in the past, he couldn't help but chuckle, leaned on the back of the sofa and stroked her head softly, "I am the eldest in the family, the youngest but not the youngest child, I am a few months younger than Zhengchen, but in terms of seniority, I am his uncle, almost taking advantage of everyone in the family, because of the relationship of generation, I have also become the one that everyone pays the most attention to among my peers, and my words and deeds represent the face of the Ling family." Sometimes the pressure is too great to vent, so Lafayette taught me to cut window flowers and practice calligraphy, which I found boring at first, but gradually developed a habit. When I'm in a bad mood or irritable, I practice calligraphy in my study. ”

"No wonder!" She knew that as the youngest son of the Ling family, he was loved and certainly attracted attention, and such a calm and indifferent personality was not created in a day.

Knowing that it is not easy for a wealthy son, Qiancheng sighed slightly, and touched his face comfortingly, "Good, Mr. Ling, you have suffered, and you will follow this palace to let you eat and drink spicy food in the future!" ”

"Good!" With a chuckle, Ling Yuxing patted her face, "Come, get up, let's go and put up window flowers." ”

It took a long time to put a few window grilles up, and the two of them rolled into the lazy sofa, and it was snowing outside the window, and the temperature inside and outside the house was two.

Just when he was about to wipe the gun and go off, Qiancheng hurriedly bent his knees against someone's almost collapsed patience, "Stop! The couplet hasn't been written yet! I'm going to post a couplet tomorrow, so hurry up! ”

"Baby, are you trying to torture me?" Someone kept a calm face, gnawed at her neck with a dumb voice, and just refused to let go of her like this.

"Mr. Ling, excessive indulgence is not suitable for physical and mental health!" With one foot propped up on the sofa leg, she turned over and pressed someone back into the soft sofa, looked at him condescendingly, panted slightly, and reminded him proudly: "Be careful of grinding the iron pestle into a needle!" ”

"Really? Then I'll let you see the difference between an iron pestle and a needle! As the words fell, he sat up, easily picked her up from the sofa, and walked briskly upstairs.

Realizing that he had provoked him by saying something he shouldn't have said, Qiancheng suddenly gasped and wrapped his neck tightly around his neck and begged for mercy: "I was wrong, I was wrong!" ”

"It's too late!" Someone didn't stop, kicked the door and carried her in.

As soon as her back was stained with a soft big *, Chiyo suddenly panicked, especially when she saw someone standing next to * and undressing elegantly, she suddenly felt like meat on a cutting board, don't try to escape from his mouth today!

Looking at him, Qiancheng blinked innocently, thinking about how he was going to get out safely today, the hard ones couldn't be soft, and he lowered his voice and begged for mercy: "Husband, can we get down to business first?" Let's write the couplet first, can we make an appointment for this kind of thing in the evening? ”

Anyway, this juncture is confused, and someone will naturally not remember it when they are discouraged at night. Even if you still remember, it's not so easy to burn when the fire is gone, and the ending must be better than now!

"Wife, can I not know what you are thinking? If you make an appointment in the evening, it's not so easy for you to escape from under my nose, and it's not good to make you suffer if you make a profit, doubling it, isn't it? ”

"I'm used to suffering too much, anyway, you never let me take advantage, I don't care about eating too much." She looked up at him and replied with confidence.

"Okay, since you don't care about eating too much once, then I'll let you go now!" His thin lips hooked slightly, he pressed down with a light smile, pulled the coat on the side, and reached out to try to pick her up from the *, "Then let's go to the study and write couplets!" ”

"You go first, I'll make you tea to lower your anger!" Turning over sharply to dodge his hand, he got up from the * neatly, and walked out of the dangerous forbidden place of the bedroom.

Looking at the door that slammed shut, Ling Yuxing smiled helplessly, turned around and followed out of the bedroom.

After making a cup of flower tea and going upstairs, Qiancheng pushed the door of the study in, looked at the figure standing next to the calligraphy table, the long figure stood in front of the desk, bent down slightly, holding a brush in his hand and writing something on rice paper, calm and simple movements, but inexplicably made her feel pleasing to the eye.

The white woolen sweater was worn on him, adding a rare sense of leisure and elegance, especially the way she was writing at the moment, which reminded her of the graceful literati in ancient times, full of poetry and grace.

At such an ordinary and quiet moment, she suddenly couldn't bear to disturb, as if she was afraid of ruining this beautiful scenery, and even stepped forward a lot more lightly.

————————————" Xie Lu Xie Zhong Aiqing supports, Mo Da Mo Da ~~~