The Rebirth Wife Of The Seventies (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 38

The big light of the bean dot was buzzed by the night breeze, the light and shadow were beating, and the man's cold eyes were also beating with inexplicable emotions. It was dark and dripping, and time seemed to freeze at this moment, and there was a kind of quiet and unspeakable gentleness flowing.

At this time, A-niang's sleepy voice rang: "

Shui'er ...does it have a stomachache? A-niang, come and have a look?" Xie Tingyu and Ye Qingshui in the room suddenly staggered their eyes.

Xie Tingyu slapped the bowl on the table, "Aniang, don't come in yet."

He took Ye Qingshui to stand up and pushed her to bed, and rolled up the bedding without any muddle, and stuffed it into the cabinet.

Ye Ma, who had been waiting outside the door for a while, walked in and saw her son-in-law and daughter sitting on the bed.

The daughter is holding a sea bowl and drinking sugar water with her head down.

Ye Ma let out a weary sigh, walked over and touched Ye Qingshui's palm, warmly sweating from her vest. Looking closely at the daughter's lips, the blood color was restored.

"What's the big deal for me, I'm pretty good, Xiao Xie was so anxious that I almost ordered the firewood room..."

Ye Ma suddenly fell silent, and her mind was not flexible in the middle of the night, even the son-in-law's shortness was too short. Revealed.

She quickly woke up and remedied: "Shui'er is fine. Xiaoxie knows how to make ginger sugar water. Later, let Shui'er drink a little before going to bed."

Ye Ma said, rubbing her eyes, closing the door and leaving the house.

Xie Tingyu and Ye Qingshui were left with big eyes and small eyes.

Xie Tingyu coughed, "Nothing, Aniang is exaggerated."

"You can sleep at ease."

Ye Qingshui can't imagine Xie Tingyu's urgency to light the firewood room. This is probably Aniang alone. from. His kind of sunny and snowy big yard son, wherever he had touched the wood shed, he was almost touching the wood shed with his clumsy hands.

Seeing that the bedding on the ground was taken away, Ye Qingshui also rested his heart. When her body touched her soft quilt, her bones were so soft that she felt soft. It was autumn, and Xie Tingyu's soft quilt was also taken out. At this moment, the cushion under her body seemed to be soft and soft. Like a soft cotton cloud.

Xie Tingyu saw Ye Qingshui's crazy childlike expression, turned around and couldn't help laughing.

After a while, he pulled the quilt onto Ye Qingshui's body, covering her body below her neck, revealing only one face.

He said: "Go to sleep." The

man's low voice was as deep as an old wine, mild but long-lasting, and warm like a spring breeze, making people look drunk.

Ye Qingshui closed his eyes and fell asleep soon.

Xie Tingyu looked at the tender face in the pine-green quilt, sweaty, with broken hair on his face, tired and peaceful in the corners of his eyes, and fell asleep very comfortably.

Her open face still has a trace of childishness remaining between a woman and a girl, like a bud that is gradually opening, fragile and beautiful.

Xie Tingyu's dark eyes seemed to be shining a ball of fire gradually, and he watched silently for a long time.

He chose to resign himself to move out the bedding in the closet and hit the floor.

...The

next day.

Shen Weimin was very agile, and bought the "People's Daily" at noon. He took out one of the pages and stroked his chin in awe.

"Educated youth also subscribe to newspapers, but why didn't I see such reports?"

This question is very thought-provoking. In the past, Shen Weimin felt that it was not a big deal for women to quarrel with each other, but this time it was not that simple to think about it.

He couldn't help complimenting Xie Tingyu: "Since ancient times, there has been a disaster for beauty, but it has turned into a disaster for blue beauty. Brother Yu, how do you feel?"

Xie Tingyu did not say a word, and put the newspaper into the cabinet.

Shen Weimin said again: "The materials have also been sent out, and you asked me to find the singing troupe that I was looking for. It cost me five dollars!"

Xie Tingyu wanted to return the money to him, but Shen Weimin did not ask for it. A fierce look: "I still want you this money?"

"Brother Yu, what do you want to do?"

Xie Tingyu said: "What do you want to do."

He smiled, but his smile was extremely weak, like a cold winter wind.

Ye Qingshui brought the rice into the room and looked at the strange smile on his face. She said, "Xie Tingyu, it's time to eat!" What

she cooked today was the sliced ​​hibiscus chicken rice. Cut the best piece of chicken breast into pieces. Chop the filaments into puree, add protein, and spread the pork into slices in a hot pan. The chicken slices are thin and large, thin but insoluble and not broken. Cut the lettuce and sprinkle with green beans and tender green onions. Pour in starch liquid to increase the thick taste of the soup.

The flesh of hibiscus chicken slices is like jade, tender and fragrant, as if mixed in jade jade dew, delicious and attractive. This light, nutritious and easily absorbed high-protein food is most suitable for people who are wounded.

Xie Tingyu eats and sleeps every day, and he can be fattened by several catties.

Shen Weimin sniffed this scent, swallowed saliva subconsciously, and screamed unwillingly in his stomach.

Xie Tingyu smiled, stirred the small soup spoon, and took a sip. The sliced ​​hibiscus chicken slipped into the throat, refreshing and delicious...