Daiyu saw his back passing by a little girl, the little girl fell, Wang Beijing heard the sound and turned back, helped the little girl, gently touched her head and comforted softly, that scene was very warm...... Daiyu suddenly had an idea in her heart, if he also has a daughter in the future, he must be an excellent father, thinking of this, her face suddenly turned red, could it be that she wanted to give birth to Wang Beijing? Oh, what's in my head.

When Wang Beijing came back, he saw Daiyu holding her head with both hands, shaking her head, and muttering without knowing what to say: "I didn't know that you were a little chatter before!" ”

He laughed.

Dai Yuqi was surprised: "Have I ever said anything more to you?" ”

Wang Beijing almost fell into the sunken, and hurriedly waved his hand: never, never.

Daiyu was drinking lean porridge, smelling the fried eggs on the next table very fragrant, and also asked the waiter for two, barely ate one, and pushed the rest to Wang Beijing: "The eggs here are not delicious." ”

"Are you feeling tired today, how about I take you to Lychee Mountain to pick up eggs?"

"Okay, okay, come back and you can make me fried eggs to eat"

"Okay, I'll go after breakfast"

After the two of them had eaten, they drove to the source ecological lychee mountain twenty miles away to pick up eggs, Daiyu saw that the sign of the farmhouse was hung at the foot of the mountain, and the owner said the price when they gave them baskets, "3 yuan a piece."

Daiyu hurriedly asked Wang Beijing how much an egg in the supermarket cost?

"Most of the supermarkets are calculated by the pound, and I don't know the current market price, and the last time I cooked was 8 years ago."

"Then we have to go to the supermarket more, lest we don't know how much an egg is a pound"

"No, you don't need to know this, you just need to stay by my side and do something you like to do, and leave the rest to me, to your husband"

"Mr. used to be Mr., but now Mr. is someone else's Mr. or his own Mr. or everyone's Mr. What do you say Mr. is?"

"At this moment, I said that Mr. is the husband, I, Wang Beijing! It's your husband, you know? ”

Daiyu smiled shamefully and hooked a strand of hair that was blown into her mouth by the wind, oh, it seems to have caught him again, and she didn't care about the tourists who were nearby, holding Daiyu and sprinkling a few catties of dog food.

After kissing, Wang Beijing suddenly looked back frequently, and said very uneasily: "My back is extremely itchy, like a small insect crawling, help me take a look." ”

Daiyu flipped his clothes up from his back, but the worm didn't see it, but found a few long hairs: it's this, not the worm.

She picked out the two long strands of hair and showed them to Wang Beijing.

Wang Beijing smiled with satisfaction after seeing it: It turned out to be my wife's hair, if I had known that this was the case, I wouldn't want you to find it even if I itched to death.

Daiyu's eyes suddenly turned red, and she didn't want Wang Beijing to see it, so she lied to him and said that she was tired and let him carry it.

Eggs are too difficult to find, the two of them walked around the mountain, and only picked up eighteen eggs, the two leaned against a neem tree to talk, Wang Beijing suddenly found that a hen was laying eggs, and quietly called Daiyu to see.

Daiyu laughed quietly: "This situation makes Miss Lin want to make a poem"