My Wife Came From A Thousand Years Ago

Chapter 309: Sunset in Wulin

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After cooking the soup all afternoon, Jiang He couldn't finish it after only one bowl, and there was more than half left, which was poured into the stomach by Xu Qing's dead beggar.

After touching his mouth, it was the same as Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, he didn't taste anything.

It's a waste...

Zhou Suzhi felt sorry for her raw materials. Seeing that it was still early, she didn't rush to leave. Jiang He sat there flipping through the book, and she dragged Xu Qing to look around.

"The sharp corners here need to be wrapped up, take foam paper, and that shelf, it looks unstable and easy to fall, it's better to put it against the wall, don't knock it down or something..."

After Zhou Suzhi heard that they were twins, her whole body seemed to have been beaten up, and she ran to her little sister who had grandchildren every day, and talked about children as she talked, and learned a lot.

"There are still a few months before the birth, so there is no rush." Xu Qing felt like making a fuss out of a molehill.

When he was a child, he climbed trees and chased dogs everywhere. He was so squeamish. Children should be beaten more to live healthy—Jiang He may have gone too far than him.

"It's not just children!" Zhou Suzhi slapped Xu Qing's arm with pia, a bit resentful, "Your daughter-in-law's stomach is getting bigger and bigger, so you have to pay attention!"

"Then it's more... better."

Xu Qing responded perfunctorily, he originally wanted to say that there was no need, Jiang He was half a year pregnant, and with a big belly, he occasionally jumped out of the window with his hands...

She didn't listen to her words, but she put on a soft and weak look as soon as she said it, and firmly refused to admit that she just jumped out of the window. She was so tired after being pregnant, how could she jump up and down.

Zhou Suzhi walked around the house, touched Xu Qing's precious chain mail hanging in the corner, looked at the iron vegetable basket on the cabinet, and the weapon rack on the balcony, feeling very puzzled.

can not read it.

"What do you usually wear armor for?"

"Do nothing."

"... just idle."

"Yes, yes, I am free, I am the most free."

"I'm going to be a father soon, be careful, don't be the same as before, messing around with all these irrelevant things." Zhou Suzhi babbled, Xu Qing was beside him like a respondent.

It was only after she retreated that Xu Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief, lay down on the big sofa in the living room, and moved to the side of Jiang He like a maggot.

"Oh, I originally wanted to save a room and my mother could move in to take care of you when you are in confinement. Now it seems that I will be enough to take care of you."

"Confinement?"

"Don't you need to sit?"

"Should... want it." Jiang He was also not sure, seeing more and more knowledge about obstetrics and gynecology in modern times, she felt more and more particular.

Compared to letting Zhou Suzhi come to take care of her, she prefers to be alone alone. It is often inconvenient to have elders talking or anything. .

It was late, Jiang He pushed Xu Qing, reminding him to go out and bring the flowers in.

The sun is setting.

As the weather gets cooler, Xu Qing devotes his excess energy to the flowers and plants on the terrace, moving them out during the day when the weather is good, and moving those who are afraid of the cold into the house at night, and tinkering with them back and forth every day.

Fortunately, after practicing martial arts, his physical fitness has improved a lot. Even so, he feels that after this winter, his muscles should be able to develop a little shape.

Fortunately, they were twins, otherwise, if Jiang He wanted a second child after giving birth to one, Xu Qing felt that he might die.

This birth is one year.

After all, people at that time were proud of having children, and how many children they had. Not to mention Kaiyuan, as early as 20 or 30 years ago, having a son would still be arrogant, and those who could not have a son were laughed at by the neighbors and could not hold their heads up.

He hadn't heard of such a thing now, but he couldn't tell what Jiang He was thinking.

If there are twin sisters in her belly, I hope she won't want a third child... definitely not, and don't believe in bullshit internal skills anymore.

Although hitting trees and hitting darts is very good, Muay Thai can also do it. This is the reason for practicing martial arts, and it has something to do with internal strength.

After placing the flower pot in the corner of the living room, Xu Qing lay back on the sofa and let out a sigh of relief. Jiang He closed the book, looked at him sideways, and rubbed his little feet on his lap.

"Don't make trouble."

"Do you want to?"

"What the hell, don't talk to me." Xu Qing turned over and closed his eyes.

Like a weasel that has stolen a chicken, Jiang He leaned over and whispered, "Why don't you go out and play secretly?"

"Hello, heroine, please be normal."

"I can help you too."

"How to help?"

"What do you say?"

"Forget it."

Xu Qing rolled around on the sofa twice, staying away from Jiang He. Fortunately, the sofa was big enough, and it was really foresight when it was first decorated.

"Otherwise, what else do you want?" Jiang He stretched his legs and kicked him.

"Hmph, return your internal strength..." Xu Qing peeked at her and muttered.

"..."

"Cheat and sneak attack all day long, I am a young man who is more than a thousand years old..."

"Xu Qing, don't overdo it!"

"I didn't say anything."

"You think I don't know what you're thinking?" Jiang He said angrily.

"What am I thinking?"

"You think beautifully!"

Xu Qing, who was thinking beautifully, was exposed by Jiang He, got up from the sofa humming, and practiced boxing on the balcony.

Those who practice martial arts should be pure-hearted and ascetic, and self-control is directly proportional to force...

Like Jiang He, there is no hope, sooner or later he will overtake him, and then do whatever he wants.

Not far away, on another terrace, he squinted his head and looked at this side, his eyes gurgling.

"Young man, I see that your bones are amazing. There is a ray of light rising from Tianling Gai to the sky. You are a unique martial arts genius. Do you want to learn boxing from me?" Xu Qing slowly withdrew his fists, breathed out, and said loudly .

"Neuropathy… "

The child ran away.

"Wulin, it's gone." Xu Qing regretfully shook his head, pulled out his sword, and turned around, "Does the demon girl dare to fight me?"

"The clothes I bought for you have arrived, go to the hive to get them." Jiang He fiddled with his phone and said without looking back.

"Oh."

Xu Qing put down his sword, took Jiang He's cell phone and went downstairs.

It seems that not exercising for a long time will really cause brain problems... Jiang He scratched his head and thought.

"What clothes? Winter clothes?"

Xu Qing came back very quickly, she unpacked her bag and picked up her clothes to look at her without blushing or panting.

"Why is the shit yellow?"

"It looks good, put it on and let me have a look."

"I don't want to touch this color."

Xu Qing complained and changed into clothes, and was instructed by Jiang He to turn around twice.

"It's handsome, just wear it like this." She said with satisfaction.

"… real?"

"real."

"It's okay to wear, but the color—"

Xu Qing frowned and raised his arms, the clothes always made him have the urge to smell them.

Silly Jiang He's eyesight can't be cured...

He shook his head, looked in front of the mirror in his new clothes, flattened the cardboard box for express delivery and put it in the corner of the terrace, and even carried it to the recycling bin if he saved too much.

Jiang He lowered his head and tapped on his phone with his fingers, opened a certain treasure to confirm receipt, and then gave a five-star praise.

"My husband looks very wretched in this dress, very satisfied"