Bai Sang was very satisfied with Shu Zhengqing's answer.
Then he brought a small stool and sat in the shade eating the fruit.
Shufu and Shumu have gone out. Now that they have bought a house, they have to find a living.
Originally, Bai Sang wanted to go with him, but was refused.
Thinking that my husband is also at home.
Shu Zhengqing finished drying the books and took them back to the study.
Arrange them one by one.
Bai Sang refused to help even if he wanted to.
"Ms. sir, I haven't been born for many days. Are you ready for the thing you gave me?" She supported her chin with one hand and looked at the people who were still busy.
These words made Shu Zhengqing's body stiffen, but he soon returned to his natural state.
"When it's ready, I'll give it to you as soon as your hair is ready."
"What on earth is it? You're hiding it and not telling me." Bai Sang became a little curious.
"My wife will know then." Shu Zhengqing still didn't say anything.
Bai Sang had no choice but to hope that she and Ji would arrive soon.
The following days.
Shufu takes people out every day.
Shumu doesn’t go out anymore. She grows grass at home every day.
As for Bai Sang, Shu Zhengqing hid all those story books from him.
But she is so boring.
If you don’t want her to read it, then write it yourself!
Pick up the pen.
Currently I can still write with a brush, and it's not too ugly.
It’s also hard work.
Every time Shu Zhengqing went to the teacher's house to take a homework test, he would see what his wife was writing when he came back.
I didn't take it to heart at first, so I just sat reading a book.
But one time, after he finished reading a book and put it on the shelf, he happened to pass behind Bai Sang.
He rolled his eyes.
[Xiaohua asked teasingly: "Don't you want to give yourself to me?"]
[Xiaocao became nervous, "How did you know."]
Shu Zhengqing immediately stopped moving and stood behind Bai Sang, staring at what she had written with horrified eyes.
The love stories written by Bai Sang are not as obscure as in ancient times.
All kinds of explicit words appeared.
Shu Zhengqing stood looking at it for a long time. He suddenly felt that the character written on the lady's hand looked like he...
And the woman who teased people was somewhat similar to the lady.
How is this going…
Bai Sang was still writing hard, forgetting what he was writing.
The cheeks are still rosy.
Shu Zhengqing looked down, "Cough cough cough!"
When he saw the following paragraphs, he choked on his saliva.
Bai Sang turned around when he heard the sound and saw the person was very close to him.
"Ms. sir, what are you doing standing behind me?"
"What are you writing?" Shu Zhengqing thought that he still wanted to give his wife some face, and did not expose it directly.
A smile appeared on Bai Sang's face. He grabbed the manuscript he had just finished and held it in front of his eyes like a treasure: "Ms. sir, this is the storybook I wrote. Take a look and see if it looks good to you."
Shu Zhengqing stared at her beautiful eyes. He didn't expect that the lady would not hide it, but directly show it to him.
A face of extraordinary beauty, tinged with astonishment.
"Ms. sir? What's wrong with you?" Bai Sang saw that the man was silent and waved his hand in front of his eyes.
Shu Zhengqing came back to his senses, reached out and took out a few pieces of paper to look at.
He hasn't looked ahead yet.
Now look at the front and back together.
The heart beats loudly.
The sense of immersion is so strong...
Shu Zhengqing blushed unconsciously.
"Ms. sir, does it look good?" Bai Sang stood up.
Just as she was about to come over, Shu Zhengqing thrust a few pieces of paper back into her hand, returned to her seat and sat down.
"Fortunately, it's just too straightforward, so I'd better not write it."
(End of chapter)