"Furious? Well? "
He looked at the speech and read it silently, and his brow was twisted. His long thick eyelashes covered the panic that came out from the bottom of his eyes.
"Ah Yes, what do you think of the name pavilion? "
"Which pavilion?"
Jiangbeiyuan asked casually, and looked back and down at the little golden hair in his arms, but the remaining light in the corner of his eyes was always aiming at the words.
"What's the matter with the magnificent pavilion?"
Suddenly he seemed to be different.
But it can't be said.
Jiangbeiyuan's long eyebrows, which had just been puckered up, finally stretched out.
It wasn't the thunder.
"It's not a good name. It's better to call it Yuli."
"Yuli?"
I can't laugh or cry, but I don't care much. It's just a name. It doesn't matter what it's called.
"Cheng, it will be called Yuli after that!"
As he spoke, he took the dog from jiangbeiyuan's arms.
"Yuli Yuli, you have a name, your father gave you a name, happy?"
Yuli: "..."
*
it can be regarded as settling down in Yuli, and jiangbeiyuan will cook.
In the evening, he went to the bathroom to take a bath and Yannian was lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone.
She washed earlier than jiangbeiyuan, wearing a beige suspender nightdress, bright white shoulder, two small white legs are shaking and shaking, which is very conspicuous and bold.
Yan Nian found out that he had come to his aunt after taking a bath.
So come out of the bathroom and lie down on the bed at will. You don't need to cover the quilt. You know it's OK even if you don't wear clothes.
The great aunt is the imperial edict.
Fifteen minutes later.
The bathroom door opened slowly.
The man came out of it, a dark blue bathrobe, half open, with a loose belt around his waist.
Jiang Beiyuan wipes his hair and looks at the words on the bed.
He squinted slightly.
It's like looking at her.
It's like watching the little girl ten years ago through her.
All of them are the same ancient spirit, the same narrow and lovely, and the same make his heart throb.
"Daughter in law......"
He walked over, lost his towel, and hugged her from behind.
The man who has just bathed is cool with the fragrance of mint.
The contrast between cool and warm.
Yannian turned his head. "You're doing that again."
"Tell your husband to listen, will you?"
Jiangbeiyuan's voice is low, dumb, with so little expectation.
Suddenly I want to hear her call brother.
Like ten years ago, she was not convinced, but still called him "brother Jiang Ting" in a soft voice
Because of that name, he has a person in his heart.
Once there is, it will be ten years.
But at the moment, he is not on the same channel as him.
"If you want to hear from brother, you should call your Xu Anqing. She likes to call you brother Beiyuan, doesn't she?"
"Why do you mention her all of a sudden?"
"You started first, blame me?"
Yannian held his breath, stretched out his hand and pushed him impatiently. Then he grabbed the quilt and put it on his body, turned over to play with his back to him.
"Hello, you girl, your husband is going to die of injustice."
Jiangbeiyuan continued to gather like a piece of brown sugar, buried in her shoulder and neck, with a vague voice.
"I like you most. You don't know..."
I like you the most.
This is the second time jiangbeiyuan said he liked her.
Words read lips a corner, a heart is like soaking in honey, soft to a mess.