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    When I returned home with the breath of Jiangnan, my wife was cooking lunch, and my parents were not there.  Seeing my intrusion, my wife smiled plainly, and I walked over to caress her protruding parts of the body as a greeting, and when I heard her softly: "I hate it", I smiled and changed my slippers, and tended again.  When I got close to her, I was about to do something wrong again, when the door opened, and my parents came back.  I went out of the kitchen to say hello to the old man, and showed the silk scarf and shoes to the old man, who accepted it with satisfaction.

    We were chatting in the living room, and my wife was still busy in the kitchen.  Mom went to see the sleeping child and paid attention to the progress of lunch.  I heard simple conversations between my wife and mother, all about meals.  My wife has always been so dull. I have been with my mother in the kitchen for many years, and I still don't like to talk. She even calls her mother very softly. Fortunately, my mother is not too old to be deaf.  Ha, let her go, as long as Mom doesn't mind.

    Going back to our own small home with my wife, she seemed unhappy, and she noticed it during dinner just now. At that time, she only talked to her parents and didn't take it seriously. Now, hurry up and ask.

    Seeing that she was about to wash the child's face, I leaned over and laughed, "What's the matter, wife." "It's okay." Her answer was obviously a little stiff.

    I started to move, and finally, she pushed my restless hand away: "Don't hate it." I felt bored, ran to turn on the TV, and just about to go to bed, my wife said: "Go, wash your feet first, and wash your feet first.  The stinky socks were taken off outside, unconsciously." I had no choice but to walk out of the bedroom and do what my wife told me.

    When I came back, I saw that my wife was already watching the Korean drama with hundreds of episodes, and the child was babbling on the small bed. Now she can clearly say some coherent words, and she is even more cute.

    I went to play with my daughter, pointed to the wedding photo hanging above the TV, and asked: "Who is that?" The child replied affirmatively: "Dad." I continued to guide: "There are more." The child blurted out: "Auntie".  I laughed loudly, and my wife turned her head from her concentration: "What?" I smiled and replied, "She said it was auntie." The wife also understood at once, and continued to ask: "What, Dudu, tell me again, what is it?"  .¡± The child still replied affirmatively: ¡°Auntie¡±.  The children were infected by us, and giggled and laughed there.  I corrected: "That's mom, mom was so beautiful back then. Remember, it's mom!" The daughter understood for a moment, and stood there jumping: "Mom, mom." My wife glared at me: "What's wrong with me, I  Aren't you pretty now?" I laughed silently, and she immediately asked her strongly: "Ah, tell me, do you think I'm not pretty anymore?" I hurried over flatteringly: "Who said, who said that my wife is not beautiful?"  You are beautiful, you will always be the prettiest." "It's not too bad," my wife was finally satisfied and turned her eyes to the TV again, and stopped looking at me.  Suddenly asked: "Have you finished washing?" I agreed.  "You go to sleep, you didn't sleep well on the train last night." I made a face at my wife and said "ah, ah".  My wife understood what I meant, and finally took a look at me: "No, didn't I tell you." I resentfully bypassed her gaze, walked to the bed, undressed, and got into bed.  After all, sleeping in a sleeper can't be compared with being at home. I stared at my wife's back and fell asleep helplessly.

    Waking up in the morning, my wife was deep in a deep slumber, got up, stared at his wife's face, and listened to her soothing breath.  As a man, it is also a kind of satisfaction to let the woman he loves live a relatively comfortable life.  All along, he treated his wife like a child, and now she is the mother of a child, but the initial impression still cannot be erased.  Ha, tease her.

    I looked at the watch and it was already six fifty, I quietly reached out to her nose and pinched it, my wife woke up immediately, looked at my smirk with blurred eyes, and pretended to cry, "Humph, hum"  Then, I turned to look at the child, and asked casually: "What time is it?" I hugged her provocatively: "It's almost seven o'clock, get up." She jumped out of the bed and went to tuck the child.  With a touch of red, I know that my wife is indeed in the tide stage.

    Watching her run to the toilet, I lay down on the bed and got dressed.  When he came, Lao Jia told him to go to the factory to do some errands. The factory should be on holiday tomorrow, so hurry up and finish it, so you can stay at home with peace of mind.

    My wife came back to see that I was fully dressed and asked me what was wrong. After answering her questions, I went to wash up and heard my wife talking in the room: "You can eat something outside, the child is not awake, and Mom probably hasn't woken up either.  Well. I answered with my toothbrush in my mouth: "How about I buy some for you too?"  "No, I'll just go over and eat in a while."  "(Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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