In the cold night.

Jiang Ping'an and Luo Yingqiu each rode their bicycles and drove slowly down the street.

The well-behaved and lovely Xia Shuhui was put in Jiang Ping'an's arms, wrapped in a coat, and was already asleep.

"This girl doesn't know life." Jiang Ping'an chuckled.

Luo Yingqiu glanced sideways at her daughter, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Xia Shuhui seems to like Jiang Ping'an very much, and he is also very sticky to him.

"You should be very likable to children, right? There's an affinity in you." Luo Yingqiu said gently.

Jiang Ping'an looked into her eyes and smiled evilly, "I'm not just pleasing children."

Luo Yingqiu's face turned red and whispered, "You don't have a proper shape, you always like to bully me."

After a pause, he said shyly, "Today, Shujun and Shushu have gone to grandma's house."

The meaning is self-explanatory.

Jiang Ping'an said with a smile: "It's not early at this time, I will have to rush back after a delay of an hour at most."

"Well, an hour is enough." Luo Yingqiu's face showed a touch of ruddy, and he was very happy.

In the end, it is a woman who has been married for many years, and she is not as shy as Shao, and dares to face her needs.

After a while, Luo Yingqiu took Jiang Ping'an and came to a small courtyard to stop.

"The house here is close to the school, and my parents gave it to me." Luo Yingqiu whispered.

"My house with Lao Xia was rented out, and I don't want to live there, it feels unlucky."

As he spoke, he racked up the bicycle and took Xia Shuhui from Jiang Ping'an's arms.

"Mom, are you home?" Xia Shuhui asked in the middle of the lake.

Luo Yingqiu's face showed endless softness, and he whispered:

"Shuhui, when you're home, you can continue to sleep!"

Xia Shuhui sighed, and suddenly squinted and whispered, "Mom, where is Uncle Jiang?"

"Girl, I'm still here, you don't care about me, sleep by yourself!" Jiang Ping'an stepped forward and said with a smile.

He turned his face to Luo Yingqiu and said, "She has been worried since she was a child, and she still thinks about me when she is fascinated."

"No, she's only more clingy to you, not to her brother and brother." Luo Yingqiu said with a light smile.

"I'll take the child back first, and I'll come out to pick up the car later, you wait a while."

Jiang Ping'an smiled and said, "You don't need to come again, I can just carry a car in one hand."

Saying that, if you really carry a car in one hand, it is easy.

Luo Yingqiu was surprised: "You have so much strength!"

"Hehe, I have a lot of strength, didn't you know earlier?" Jiang Ping'an smiled evilly.

"Boom! Three sentences are not serious again, I hate it!"

Luo Yingqiu took a sip, saying that he hated it, but his eyes were smiling.

She likes Jiang Ping'an's badness, which she can't feel in a serious Xia Youjun.

When he arrived at the courtyard, Jiang Ping'an found that it was a courtyard.

There are only three main rooms and two rooms, and there are no wing rooms and inverted seats.

Luo Yingqiu saw that he was curious, and said softly:

"Originally, there were wings and upside-down rooms, but then they fell into disrepair and collapsed."

"At that time, there were many houses in the family, and my father didn't ask anyone to rebuild them."

"Who knew that his unintentional actions left a quiet place for his family."

Jiang Ping'an nodded and said, "No wonder this courtyard is so big."

If there are wings and upside-down rooms, eighty percent of them will be rented out by the street, and they will become miscellaneous courtyards. ….

After Jiang Ping'an set up the bicycle, Luo Yingqiu took him to the house.

"You sit down first, I'll pour some water and wash Shuhui's face."

Luo Yingqiu said gently, the plump and enchanting figure looked hazy and more charming under the dim light.

Jiang Ping'an said with a smile: "You are busy, leave me alone."

As he spoke, he looked at the layout of the room, which was antique and bookish.

The room is relatively spacious, basically all old furniture, looking at the color has been for a while, simple and elegant.

There are also many books in the room, and there are them in every room, which is worthy of being a scholarly door, and there is a cultural atmosphere everywhere.

It's a kind of heritage, all of which is natural and casual, rather than deliberately created by the atmosphere.

After Luo Yingqiu washed Xia Shuhui's face and hands, he carried her to the room and the quilt.

When he came out, he saw Jiang Ping'an looking around with his hands behind his back, and asked with a smile, "Do you like these books?"

"It's okay, I usually like to read." Jiang Ping'an said.

After a pause, he muttered, "Hide all these books and furniture as much as you can!"

Luo Yingqiu didn't know why, thought about it, and asked in a low voice, "What do you mean......

"Well, you're listening to me." Jiang Ping'an affirmed.

Luo Yingqiu naturally believed Jiang Ping'an's words, and his eyes showed reluctance, but he still gritted his teeth and said:

"Okay, but somewhere to hide? Dig a pit and bury it?"

"Why don't you hide it for me, I know that since you brought it up, there must be a way."

"By the way, my parents still have a lot of books and old furniture in their house."

"And my dad has been collecting all the time, I'll go tell them that you can help hide it together."

Jiang Ping'an stepped forward, put his arm around Luo Yingqiu's waist, buried his head in her neck, and asked with a smile:

"You just believe me? There are a lot of books and these pieces of furniture, and they're worth a lot of money!"

Luo Yingqiu hugged his head, squinted his eyes slightly, and said lightly, "I believe you."

Then he suddenly pressed his hand and said, "Don't be here, go to the back room, the fire has never been extinguished in winter."

Jiang Ping'an raised his head, picked up her proficient little face, smiled, and hugged her lazily......

……

"Like a brute, you should change your name to brute."

Luo Yingqiu's face was ruddy, and his face was full of lingering, and he laughed quietly while helping Jiang Ping'an clean up.

Jiang Ping'an took a puff of his cigarette and asked with a smile, "Are you saying good or bad things?"

"Think about it yourself, giggle......" Luo Yingqiu said with a blushing face, her expression implying shyness.

Jiang Ping'an likes to see her shy expression the most, she likes to be shy, and she blushes at every turn.

This woman, Jiang Ping'an, met her too late, otherwise she would have married her.

In fact, it is not only He Yuzhu who likes beautiful and perfect women who are from the city, educated, and have jobs.

Jiang Ping'an likes it too!

Luo Yingqiu's gentleness is enough for any man to change for her.

"Y-Why do you look at *** like that?"

Seeing Jiang Ping'an staring at her with blazing eyes, Luo Yingqiu blushed again.

Qingrun's eyes dodged, he didn't dare to look at him, and lowered his head to help Jiang Ping'an clean up.

"You are here in the gentle township, and people are reluctant to leave." Jiang Ping'an said with a smile.

Luo Yingqiu pursed her lips, looked up and smiled, "I didn't let you go."

"Unfortunately, there are still guests at home, and we must go back." Jiang Ping'an said.

Luo Yingqiu nodded and said, "I know, so I don't blame you."

After a pause, he said, "Remember to come and see me often in the future."

Jiang Ping'an smiled slightly, nodded and said, "This is natural."

After the hygiene was done, Luo Yingqiu didn't keep him, got up and took his clothes over and asked him to put them on.

"Leave me alone, don't catch a cold shirtless." Jiang Ping'an pinched her headlight and said.

Luo Yingqiu rolled her eyes and hummed softly, showing reluctance in her eyes, but lowered her head and didn't let Jiang Ping'an see it.

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