Chapter 363

He hands hard, holding Nanqiao and she changed a position, "you're up there, not cold."

In this light, he could not see Nanqiao's expression, but he could see the long black hair draped over the woman's snow-white skin. The visual impact was enough to break all his self-control.

Mo Beicheng clasped her waist and held her in his arms.

Later.

Nanqiao's thoughts were almost messy, but she still remembered what she said——

"I don't want a world of two. I want a son and a daughter."

"Boys should be like you, tough and responsible. Girls should be like Shisheng. If they are too soft, they will be bullied."

Mo Beicheng turned over and took the lead. "Greedy," he said, rubbing her hair: "our daughter is like Shi Sheng? You don't want to see the ghost. "

Nanqiao had just recovered from her cold and was not strong enough. When Mo Beicheng stopped, she couldn't hold on and fell asleep.

Outside the window, the warm yellow light shines on Nanqiao's face through the thin screen.

Mo Beicheng half propped up, palm close to her face, whispered: "I don't want my son and daughter, I just want you to be good, accompany me to be seventy-eight."

……

the second day.

First day of junior high school.

When Nanqiao woke up, she was on the bed. The soft quilt was wrapped around her naked body. She frowned and reached out to put on the neatly folded pajamas on the bedside table.

She doesn't like sleeping with nothing on.

Mo Beicheng was not in the room. His changed robes were stacked on the head of the bed on his side.

After coming out of the army for so long, his style has always maintained the habit of the army. Everything should be put in order, but the quilt is no longer folded into the shape of tofu.

I don't go to work today. Where did he go after changing his clothes?

South Joe from the bed down, legs soft almost did not stand on the ground, fortunately, she was quick to support the bedside table.

Last night, it was really reckless.

When she went out after washing, she happened to meet Mo Beicheng, who came out of the study. At home, he only wore a shirt and trousers, with the hem tied in the trousers, and his body as stiff as loose.

Seeing her staring at his clothes, Mo Beicheng said with a smile: "why, I didn't take off enough last night, and I still want to take off today?"

Nanqiao: "I'm not sure."

Even if she was calm on the surface, her face was flushed.

Mo Beicheng went over and magically took out a red envelope and handed it to Nanqiao, "happy new year."

Nanqiao: "I'm not sure."

This time, she was really speechless.

On the first day of the lunar new year, her husband gave a red envelope to his wife, which she estimated was the first case in history.

Mo Beicheng took her hand and went downstairs: "I made dumplings. I'll have a taste."

"Can you roll the dough?"

She doesn't remember having dumpling skin at home, but two bags of flour.

Mo Beicheng: "do you think I'm retarded?"

Nanqiao see his face is not good, obediently shut up, don't argue with him, won't roll dumpling skin is IQ or custom is different.

All the dumplings made by Mo Beicheng are about the same size, and the folded lines are very beautiful. They are neatly placed in the tray. After sleeping all morning, Nanqiao is hungry and can't help feeling his stomach.

The man took the pot and filled it with water. He told Nanqiao, "take away the garbage and throw it away."

"You can't throw rubbish on New Year's day."

Master Shen is very particular about the customs and taboos handed down by the Chinese nation for five thousand years. Nanqiao also knows something about whispering.

Mo Beicheng looked back at her and said, "why?"

"The old man said that cleaning and dumping garbage are easy to sweep away the wealth of the family."

Mo Beicheng sneers. He's heard about it. He can't mend it. Otherwise, he's prone to quarrel. He can't break the bowl, ask for debts and pay off money

"How old are you? Do you believe in such things? " Before the water opened, he turned to see her. "I clean and take out the garbage every year. Shouldn't I be bankrupt long ago?"

Nanqiao took the garbage and threw it out.

Today, there was sun, and it was warm. Nanqiao sat on the bench outside for a while. When he went in, the dumplings were all cooked.

It's on a plate and it's steaming.

Mo Beicheng took the chopsticks, adjusted the saucer, "after eating, go up and change clothes, take you out in the afternoon."

"Where to?"

No wonder South Joe will ask, new year's Day everywhere closed door.

"Temples, burning incense, you love money so much that you have to think about it when you dump rubbish. It seems that the five elements are short of money, so you have to worship the God of wealth."