70s Women Disguised As Men

Nose, secretly said countless words of sorry to Tong Yan.

"So that's it, I know."

At this wedding banquet, Shen Shaoqing has been paying attention to Tong Dabao.

He met Tong Yan's grandfather, grandma, his parents, and a little brother.

Memories flashed quickly in my mind like a horse watching.

He finally understood what caused all the abnormalities of that little liar, and why she was admitted to the women's bathhouse by mistake?

It turns out that everything is a lie...

Even if she liked her that much, she didn't dare to meet her frankly.

Would rather continue to pretend to be a man and live with difficulty.

At the end of the banquet, Shen Weimin was quite satisfied with his son's performance today, at least staying there until the end without leaving the venue.

"I will leave tonight. I hope you don't forget what you promised me." At this time, Shen Shaoqing had only one thought in his mind, which was to catch the little liar and ask when she was going to tell the truth to herself.

"Don't stay for a few more days? Your grandfather misses you very much." Shen Weimin couldn't express his thoughts about his son.

"No, please tell him the old man, this Mid-Autumn Festival may bring him back with a grandson and daughter-in-law, so that he must take care of his health."

No matter if Tong Yan is a male or female, he does not intend to let go.

"Is there an object?" This sudden news surprised Shen Weimin, and at the same time was happy for his son.

The child is too cold, and he really needs someone to be warm.

"Soon."

"Go on!"

"thanks."

It is rare for the father and son to say so much.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Shen Shaoqing got on the train back to the village as he wished. Recalling the last time the two took the train together, she had to admire the aunt's unique insight.

Thinking of this, he couldn't hide his smile, and looked forward to seeing the two after returning to the village...

At this time, Tong Yan still didn't know what she was going to face. She was sitting under a kerosene lamp and was struggling to write a manuscript, only to get the five kilograms of fine white|flour.