Chapter 167: childlike innocence
Chapter 167 Childlike Innocence
"Heck..., Mister is so happy that he can't help himself." Brother Yang's son Xiao Chenyang continued to make up the knife.
Everyone was stunned when they heard this.
Bell lay next to Bao'er's ear, and whispered softly: "Brother, do you think that's what Mr. said? Anyway, I think it means something else."
Bell thought she was quiet, but for those with high martial arts skills, they could still hear clearly.
Tan Anjun gritted his teeth with hatred, and blue veins protruded from his forehead.
After the children had gone to class, it was raining outside, and everyone had nothing to do, so they went back to their rooms to rest.
When Yang Lan'er woke up, it was past noon, her eyelashes trembled and she opened her sleepy eyes, her whole body was sore and limp, she moved slightly, and couldn't help moaning.
Tan Anjun heard the noise, put down the bamboo cup and books in his hand, walked quickly to the side of the bed, sat down and caressed her messy black hair.
"My lady, I'm awake. Do you want some water?"
Yang Lan'er's eyes regained clarity for a moment, and suddenly felt that her throat was dry and itchy, so she nodded: "Yes."
Tan Anjun picked up the bamboo cup he had drunk from the table, refilled a warm cup, put his little wife in his arms, let her lean on him, and fed her the water. "Are you still drinking?"
Yang Lan'er shook her head, drank a glass of warm water before she felt her throat not burning, and leaned sleepily in his arms, smelling the unique clear breath on his body, thinking about his unrestrained demands last night.
The temperature in the rainy mountain is relatively low. Tan Anjun feared that she would catch cold, so he took off his shoes and pulled her into his arms, tucked in the quilt, lowered his head and slightly curled his lips: "What's wrong? Are you hungry?"
Looking up at his smug smile, he suddenly felt a toothache: "Rogue!"
"Hehe" came Tan Anjun's pleasant and low-pitched laughter.
"Beast!"
"hehe…"
Tan Anjun bowed his head and kissed her forehead, and said with a smile, "Lady, I love you for my husband."
The big palm under the quilt rubbed her belly and said softly: "Lady, there is a chicken soup stewed in the kitchen, can you bring some for my husband?"
"Yeah." The feeling of being hungry is really uncomfortable.
Tan Anjun got up and brought chicken soup, and fed her to finish it slowly.
Yang Lan'er glanced at the chicken at the bottom of the bowl, with a sly look in her eyes, she said softly, "I want to eat chicken, so feed me."
"it is good."
Tan Anjun glanced at his little wife, with a smile in his eyes, as if he dismissed her embarrassment, picked up a piece of chicken, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, spit out the bone, pinched her jaw, and looked at the dumbfounded little wife. Under his gaze, he kissed his lips and pried open the white teeth to pass the chicken over.
Then he smacked his lips as if returning to the taste: "It's very sweet and has an endless aftertaste."
Yang Lan'er chewed the chicken, and swallowed it under Xianggong's narrowed eyes.
Woo..., who will tell her that there is still this wave of operations?
The tone changed: "Where are the sons?"
"Su Yongyuan is teaching them."
"Did everyone rest at home?"
"It's raining outside, I was too busy a while ago, now I just have a good rest for two days,"
Tan Anjun seemed to think of something, and smiled again: "It seems that the fourth brother and sister have not seen each other in the past two days. I only found out after asking Wang Qing. Guess where she went?"
Yang Laner rolled her eyes speechlessly, this guy still likes to play guessing, and said with a smile: "I guess she still lives in the cave."
There is no need to guess. Although she was not there in person one day, she still knew from Wang Qing's description in a few words that her parents were blown up that day. Now that her parents have dealt with it, she doesn't bother to be this villain.
Tan Anjun gave her a thumbs up.
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