Chapter 324： it's torture
Chapter 324 This is simply torture
"I originally wanted Wang Qing to be the shopkeeper of the restaurant. After all, he was the shopkeeper of the restaurant before, so easy to get started, but now he is in charge of a lot of family affairs. If he goes to the county town, he will have to find someone he trusts to replace him. "Yang Lan'er frowned slightly: "I plan to hand over the grain and oil store to Zeng Yulai for the time being."
Let's see if that kid is competent, and then we'll talk about other things.
Tan Anjun pursed his lips lightly, and stretched out his knuckle fingers to rub away his little wife's slightly frowning brows, "Why worry about this? Leave these matters to my husband. You just need to do one thing well now. "
Yang Lan'er looked at him suspiciously.
Tan Anjun smiled faintly, staring at his little wife's picturesque eyebrows and eyes, two words overflowed from his lightly pursed thin lips: "Anti-birth!"
Yang Lan'er was slightly startled when she heard the words, and for a moment, her face as white as jade was smiling like a flower, and her crimson and slightly swollen lips parted lightly: "Okay."
She is the only one who is willing to smooth out the thorns in the road ahead for her, and she is willing to be the woman behind him.
One drink and one peck, could it be predetermined.
At this time, I only wish to be idealistic!
Tan Anjun saw his little wife so docile and well-behaved, and his eyes were burning: "I'll find time for Zeng Qingsheng and others to pack up a shop next to the market in the past few days, and when the watermelons are ripe, they will be transported there and opened, okay?"
"Very good." Yang Lan'er nodded.
Tan Anjun heard that the sound of the rain had subsided, and the sky was gradually brightening up. He lifted the quilt and got up, "Well, I will see the arrangements for these things. You have a good rest. I will go to the front yard to see the children."
Yang Lan'er watched him get dressed quickly, got up and pouted: "Sir, what should I do?"
Glanced at him: "The body is delicate and weak, help me get dressed."
Tan Anjun was slightly stunned, and after a while, the corners of his lips curled slightly: "Okay."
"Then quickly bring the clothes and help me wear them." Yang Lan'er lifted the quilt and smiled calmly, with a bit of cunning in her eyes.
"Cough cough...!" Tan Anjun pressed his fist to his lips and coughed a few times, his eyes fluttered but he didn't dare to look at his little wife, the thin quilt suddenly faded, his temples were half slanted, and his almond eyes were shy.
Yang Lan'er looked at the blush from the base of his ears slowly spreading to his neck and cheeks, with his hands folded around his chest and a hidden smile in his eyes: "My lord, I feel a little cold."
Hearing this, Tan Anjun couldn't care less about being shy anymore, pulled off the clothes with trembling fingers, carefully dressed her one by one, and when the little wife put on the embroidered shoes, he let out a silent breath and wiped his forehead. Sweat from tension, stretching and soothing the tense and stiff body.
This is simply torture!
"Go and do your work, I'll go to the kitchen to have a look."
Tan Anjun watched his little wife leave him without hesitation, and walked out of the room, suddenly felt so heartbroken!
"Ma'am, where are you going?"
"Xiao Ruo, are the zongzi cooked? I want to eat it." Yang Lan'er met Xiao Ruo on the way to the kitchen, and asked.
Xiao Ruo bowed her knees and saluted, and said: "It was cooked for lunch, and it should be ready to eat now, madam, servant girl will go with you."
Yang Lan'er took a look at her, the little girl who was thin and bony at the beginning has finally grown back some meat, she nodded: "Okay then, we will send some to the front yard later, let Mr. Su and the children have a taste."
Just in time to give them afternoon tea.
The master and servant came to the front yard.
It happened that the children were out of class, and it was time for practice, but today it was still raining lightly outside.
(end of this chapter)
"I originally wanted Wang Qing to be the shopkeeper of the restaurant. After all, he was the shopkeeper of the restaurant before, so easy to get started, but now he is in charge of a lot of family affairs. If he goes to the county town, he will have to find someone he trusts to replace him. "Yang Lan'er frowned slightly: "I plan to hand over the grain and oil store to Zeng Yulai for the time being."
Let's see if that kid is competent, and then we'll talk about other things.
Tan Anjun pursed his lips lightly, and stretched out his knuckle fingers to rub away his little wife's slightly frowning brows, "Why worry about this? Leave these matters to my husband. You just need to do one thing well now. "
Yang Lan'er looked at him suspiciously.
Tan Anjun smiled faintly, staring at his little wife's picturesque eyebrows and eyes, two words overflowed from his lightly pursed thin lips: "Anti-birth!"
Yang Lan'er was slightly startled when she heard the words, and for a moment, her face as white as jade was smiling like a flower, and her crimson and slightly swollen lips parted lightly: "Okay."
She is the only one who is willing to smooth out the thorns in the road ahead for her, and she is willing to be the woman behind him.
One drink and one peck, could it be predetermined.
At this time, I only wish to be idealistic!
Tan Anjun saw his little wife so docile and well-behaved, and his eyes were burning: "I'll find time for Zeng Qingsheng and others to pack up a shop next to the market in the past few days, and when the watermelons are ripe, they will be transported there and opened, okay?"
"Very good." Yang Lan'er nodded.
Tan Anjun heard that the sound of the rain had subsided, and the sky was gradually brightening up. He lifted the quilt and got up, "Well, I will see the arrangements for these things. You have a good rest. I will go to the front yard to see the children."
Yang Lan'er watched him get dressed quickly, got up and pouted: "Sir, what should I do?"
Glanced at him: "The body is delicate and weak, help me get dressed."
Tan Anjun was slightly stunned, and after a while, the corners of his lips curled slightly: "Okay."
"Then quickly bring the clothes and help me wear them." Yang Lan'er lifted the quilt and smiled calmly, with a bit of cunning in her eyes.
"Cough cough...!" Tan Anjun pressed his fist to his lips and coughed a few times, his eyes fluttered but he didn't dare to look at his little wife, the thin quilt suddenly faded, his temples were half slanted, and his almond eyes were shy.
Yang Lan'er looked at the blush from the base of his ears slowly spreading to his neck and cheeks, with his hands folded around his chest and a hidden smile in his eyes: "My lord, I feel a little cold."
Hearing this, Tan Anjun couldn't care less about being shy anymore, pulled off the clothes with trembling fingers, carefully dressed her one by one, and when the little wife put on the embroidered shoes, he let out a silent breath and wiped his forehead. Sweat from tension, stretching and soothing the tense and stiff body.
This is simply torture!
"Go and do your work, I'll go to the kitchen to have a look."
Tan Anjun watched his little wife leave him without hesitation, and walked out of the room, suddenly felt so heartbroken!
"Ma'am, where are you going?"
"Xiao Ruo, are the zongzi cooked? I want to eat it." Yang Lan'er met Xiao Ruo on the way to the kitchen, and asked.
Xiao Ruo bowed her knees and saluted, and said: "It was cooked for lunch, and it should be ready to eat now, madam, servant girl will go with you."
Yang Lan'er took a look at her, the little girl who was thin and bony at the beginning has finally grown back some meat, she nodded: "Okay then, we will send some to the front yard later, let Mr. Su and the children have a taste."
Just in time to give them afternoon tea.
The master and servant came to the front yard.
It happened that the children were out of class, and it was time for practice, but today it was still raining lightly outside.
(end of this chapter)
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