"I'm not tired." Qin Wu washed her hands and sat beside her to make dumplings.

Auntie knew that her craftsmanship was good, and the dumplings she wrapped were really chubby and good-looking, Song Lin hung up the two rao coats, and then came over, he leaned on the door frame and looked at her.

It made the aunt very stressed.

Qin Wu held up a white and chubby dumpling in his palm and showed him: "Are we going to eat dumplings at night?" I want to eat it, it smells so good. ”

Thinking something was wrong, Song Lin raised his eyebrows: "You can eat if you want." ”

He stood up straight with the door frame, walked to her and sat down, picked up the dumplings she packed, but was slapped on the back of his hand by her: "Don't touch it, have you washed your hands?" ”

The aunt lowered her head and concentrated on rolling the skin, pretending not to see it.

Qin Wu looked at the back of his white hand and was beaten red by her, and suddenly felt weak, and remedied: "Give you a few more to eat at night." ”

She refused to wrap it after wrapping it for a while, and like a child, she picked up a ball of reconciled noodles and played with it as plasticine.

The ingenious girl pinched out a chicken, pulled Song Lin's palm, and put it on it: "Give it to you, pinch it according to your appearance, handsome chicken wishes"

Auntie: "......"

Song Lin pressed the ugly chicken on top of her head: "You are really skinned." ”

The dough ran to Qin Wu's feet at some point, it tilted its head and licked Qin Wu's trouser legs, meowing, she looked down and almost didn't notice the dough.

Yesterday, the craftsmen spread a thick carpet up and down the house, snow-white, soft and comfortable to step on, like stepping on clouds.

The dough is snow-white, and it is difficult to find it when buried in the carpet.

Qin Wu took the chicken on top of his head and put it next to the dough: "I'll give it to you." ”

Cao Liang hurriedly came over with his mobile phone: "Master, foreign designers ask you when you are free, and they want to send the wedding dress over for the bride to try on." ”

I didn't dare to mention this in front of him some time ago, but now it's different.

Qin Wu was stunned for a moment, but didn't react: "What wedding dress?" ”

Song Lin rubbed his eyebrows.

He also wanted to save the surprise for a few years, but he forgot that the wedding dress needed to be tried on in advance, the size of the wedding dress was customized according to Qin Wu's previous figure, and now that she is pregnant, there must be some changes.

Song Linchao, who was waiting for a reply at the door, raised his voice: "Let them come over now." ”

Cao Liang walked out, replying to the person on the other side of the phone.

The aunt was very discerning and fled the scene with a box of wrapped dumplings.

There were only two people left in the side hall, looking at each other, Song Lin smiled lightly: "You won't forget, we haven't held a wedding yet." That's the surprise I've got for you. ”

He easily took her into his arms and held one of her hands: "I wanted to tell you a few times, but it's nothing to tell you in advance." ”

Qin Wu was speechless in surprise.

She did forget.

They had received a marriage certificate a long time ago, and now they even have children, in a trance, she thought they had held a wedding, but it turned out that there was none?

She was so stupid, Song Lin smiled and touched her forehead: "Were you stunned by a huge surprise?" Why don't you say anything? ”

Qin Wu blinked, looking at his smiling eyes, the look inside was so gentle and affectionate, she was so moved that she wanted to cry.

Thinking like this, I burst into tears uncontrollably.

She hugged his neck and sobbed and cried, as if she had been greatly wronged.

Song Lin was so frightened that he held her face: "What's the matter?" ”

The surprise he had prepared wasn't meant to make her cry.

Qin Wu shook his head desperately: "No, it's, it's ...... So impressed. ”

Song Lin: "......"