When Liang Bozhao heard this, the pity in his heart was uncontrollable, so he didn't say a word and hugged her in his arms.

Ning Xiang buried her cheek in her husband's chest, and seeing that he was not angry, the heart settled down slightly, and she also stretched out her arm and carefully wrapped it around Liang Bozhao's waist.

Liang Bozhao's big hand stroked the top of Ning Xiang's hair, his chest seemed to be blocked by a stream of warm water, warm and moist his heart, until his throat seemed to be blocked by something, unable to speak, just hugged Ning Xiang like this, the tighter he embraced.

After a long time, Ning Xiang finally couldn't help but move her body and called him softly; "Xianggong?"

"Don't move, let me hold it a little longer." Liang Bozhao's voice was low, his dark eyes were deep and dark, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

When Ning Xiang heard this, she really stopped moving, and only leaned obediently in his arms, and didn't move for a long time.

Liang Bozhao sniffed the sweet fragrance on her body, and the sense of tranquility that he had never had slowly melted into his limbs, he closed his eyes, and finally let go of the little lady in his arms, looking at Ning Xiang's pure and gentle face, his black eyes were as deep as the sea, and he couldn't tell whether it was pity or love.

"You're not in good health, don't do these needlework in the future." He stretched out his hand to take the package in Ning Xiang's arms, looked at those shoes and hats, and felt a strong self-deprecation in his heart, thinking that he Liang Bozhao would fall to such a point that he actually had to rely on his little daughter-in-law to support him?

Ning Xiang pondered her husband's face, but she couldn't see a good one, so she could only say softly; "I've been used to doing this needlework since I was a child, and it's not tiring."

Liang Bozhao glanced at her, his voice was already faintly threatening, and no one could resist it; "Let's keep these shoes and hats, and use them for our children in the future, and we don't have to give them to Sister-in-law Guo and Aunt Chen."

Ning Xiang was a little puzzled, and wanted to say something more, but saw Liang Bozhao smile slightly, blocking the rest of her words; "As for wanting to raise me," Liang Bozhao pinched the little lady's cheek, his eyebrows were gentle, but his voice was low; "Can you afford it?"

Ning Xiang's face was slightly red, thinking that Liang Bozhao was tall and tall, and her appetite was also amazing, just because she did this little needlework, she really couldn't afford it.

Thinking of it like this, it was a little strange and funny, and he only lowered his eyes and murmured softly; "If you can eat like that, who can afford it."

Liang Bozhao laughed, looked at her little white lotus-like face, and couldn't help but be moved for a while, so he picked up her jaw and leaned over to kiss it.

Ning Xiang's heart was pounding, she stood on tiptoe slightly, her long black eyelashes trembled, and she stretched out her white little hand and hugged her husband's neck.

Her sweetness is pervasive, attracting Liang Bozhao to kiss deeper and deeper.

It took a long time for the man to let go of her lips, her breathing was already a little heavy, and Ning Xiang's eyes were a little blurry, but she suddenly let out a soft "oops" and hurriedly covered her mouth.

Liang Bozhao was a little puzzled and said in a low voice; "What's wrong?"

Ning Xiang glanced at him, there was some grievance in her voice, but her face was even redder; "You... You drank a kettle of water with Butcher Ho yesterday...."

Liang Bozhao raised his eyebrows slightly, remembering that when he entered the city to catch the market yesterday, after Ning Xiang handed the kettle to him, he did let Butcher He drink it first, and then drank it himself.

"So what?" Men still don't understand the mind of the little lady.

Ning Xiang lowered her eyes and said angrily; "You drank all his saliva, and you still came to kiss me..."

Only then did Liang Bozhao understand, he only pinched Ning Xiang's nose and couldn't help laughing.

Ning Xiangxiu frowned slightly, stretched out her hand and gently pushed Fujun's chest, "You are still laughing..."

Liang Bozhao looked at her little daughter's thoughts, but the smile on the corner of his lips was even stronger, and he hooked her big hand and took her into his arms.