My Wife is From a Thousand Years Ago

  Chapter 309 Little Surprise

  When the first snow fell, it was close to the end of the year.

  Qin Hao took his daughter-in-law to his mother-in-law's place. This was the first time he took a vacation during the Chinese New Year since he had been at work for a few years. In the past, he volunteered to stay on duty-this time he gave him a few more days.

  When everyone is busy, instead, Jiang He is very idle. He wore a hat and went to various flower markets with Gong Ping, who was also idle, to see how others make flowers in winter. .

After hearing about Jiang He’s plan to sell flowers, Gong Ping thought about taking part in it. Although Jiang He said that it was still a rough idea, maybe he would have to go to the roadside for three rounds to sell succulents, but she didn’t believe it. Feeling that Jiang He has everything ready, he is waiting to give birth to the child.

  After giving birth, opening a flower shop to sell flowers is a perfect plan. How could it be an idea.

  "I like Manzhushahua, Honghong is very beautiful!" Gong Ping pulled Jiang He chattering, sharing her love.

   "Oh, Lycoris radiata."

   "What Lycoris, the name is too earthy, it is called Manzhushahua, foreign style."

  Jiang He is noncommittal. She doesn't want to call it anything. She didn't raise it. The rhizome of that thing is poisonous. She's afraid that the idiot winter gourd will be finished in one bite.

  Thin snow fell on the hat, and the two of them walked out of Flower Street, Gong Ping pulled Jiang He's sleeve.

   "Does the man in a wheelchair wearing shit-yellow clothes look like your husband?"

   "It's not like."

   Jiang He glanced, and took Gong Ping to another direction.

  ……

   "This thing is really exciting."

  Xu Qing is accustomed to Wang Zijun in a wheelchair, and can't help but experience it on her own. The unexpected discovery is really fun.

   is indeed better than driving. You don’t have to pay attention to the road conditions all the time, and you don’t need to be energetic, half-squinting your eyes suddenly where you want to go.

   "If you go to your mother-in-law's house and sit in a wheelchair, what expression will they have?" Xu Qing thought suddenly.

   "Let's be beaten to death by my wife first, she will definitely say that she is ashamed...Ahhhhhhh..."

   Wang Zijun pretended to learn, then shrugged and said: "A bunch of mortals, know what a fart-get up and give it back to me if you have enough fun."

   "Sit a while and sit again."

  Xu Qing couldn't bear to let go, drove the wheelchair wildly on the street, the more he played, the more fun.

  Waiting for retirement in the future, a few people drove a wheelchair to drag racing...

   Isn't it more popular than bloggers?

   "How do you wear this dress?"

   "Good-looking, handsome."

   "Handsome. Where's your mother-in-law? The mice took their daughter-in-law to the daughter-in-law's house for the New Year. Your daughter-in-law won't go home with a big belly?"

   "I said you have dementia? My daughter-in-law was worried about her identity before."

   "Oh, I remember."

   Wang Zijun patted his head, his memory...

  One of them was in a wheelchair, and the other followed, wandering on the street.

  Wheelchair can squeeze one more person, but two men sitting together are too low, and now they can’t do this kind of thing. If they weren’t married a few years ago, it’s almost the same.

  Although a man is a teenager until his death, his actual age must be considered.

   "It's nice to have no mother-in-law."

  "Let your daughter-in-law hear it, try?" Xu Qing glanced at him.

   "Definitely not, who is stupid."

   "Then don't talk about it, what's the use."

   Under the snow, driving a wheelchair and walking on the road, there is an inexplicable mood.

  Xu Qing almost had the urge to get one for herself...Bah, get one for Jiang He. He occasionally had nothing to experience when he was idle.

  Both of them were okay, wandering around, strolling around and entering the flower market, Xu Qing returned the wheelchair to the street, and let Wang Zijun return to the throne, while he was out of the status of a waste.

   "Sit enough? Isn't it fun?"

   "It's fun, my wife seems to be out shopping too. I'm afraid she will see it, otherwise I will sit for a while." Xu Qing pushed Wang Zijun in from behind.

   "It's not enough for your family to grow so many flowers. Would you like to see it?"

  "Wander around and see how other people's houses do business. By the way, do you want to bring a flower back to your wife, Surprise! Life is better."

   "Sao is still your show." Wang Zijun was convinced. He was at the flower market. Why didn't he expect to bring flowers back to his wife?

  Although I have been married for a few years, my freshness has faded, and my son's passion has been smoothed out, but occasionally buy a flower and go back to see that silly woman happily, it looks pretty good.

  After all, he was allowed to sit in a wheelchair when he was okay.

  Wang Zijun praised Xu Qing's wit, while driving his wheelchair to see the flower shop.

   "By the way, what are you paying attention to when sending flowers?"

   "She can buy whatever flower she likes."

   "I don't seem to like it in particular."

  "What color does she like?" Xu Qing asked.

  "...White? Yellow? She usually likes what she paints." Wang Zijun scratched his head.

  Xu Qing thought for a while, "Is there any color I don't like?"

"How would I know."

   "Come on, send a rose, save trouble, don't guess at random." Xu Qing was too lazy to spend time with him, knowing that he couldn't ask anything more.

  "Will it be too vulgar?" Wang Zijun hesitated.

   "Then Lily."

   "It's still a rose, the white one is better than the red one." This product made Xu Qing want to push his wheelchair hard into the ditch.

  "Boss! How much is this big bag?" Wang Zijun picked the most gorgeous big bag on the stall.

  Xu Qing directly pushed him away, and said sorry to the boss, causing Wang Zijun to slap on the wheelchair, always wanting to stand up.

   "You didn't want to confess, why did you buy so much?!"

"if not?"

  "A bunch, a little surprise, one bunch is enough. You are holding such a luxurious hand for no reason. You are not afraid to scare your daughter-in-law. You have to figure out what you have a conspiracy all night."

  Xu Qing really regrets suggesting that he buy flowers, and he doesn’t want to do something better. If the money is not money, the surprise can be frightened.

   "What conspiracy..."

   Wang Zijun muttered dissatisfiedly. He couldn't refute it after thinking about it. Indeed, if Song Hui suddenly gave him a flower, he would be pleasantly surprised.

  If he suddenly gave such a big handful, he decided to suspect that the prodigal lady was looking at what kind of bag, and the shoes did not fall, he wondered if he could not sleep well all night.

   "It feels a bit too pitiful?"

  Waiting to buy a bunch of roses and put them on the armrest of the wheelchair, Wang Zijun felt shabby again.

   "No, there is nothing pitiful to send a flower, you have a problem in your mind."

  Xu Qing pushed his wheelchair forward, and as he walked, he suddenly said, "Is that magic trick I taught you still?"

   "Ah... I forgot."

   "Can I forget this?"

   "I don't need it. I will give it to my girlfriend and give it a handful. Whoever takes one of them will play magic tricks poorly."

   "I'm riding a horse..."

  Xu Qing almost cried. This dog didn't really need those bells and whistles before.

  "Teach you again-just hold the flower like this, put your hand like this, can't you see it?"

  He took the rose on the armrest and re-taught the magic of turning flowers out of thin air.

  When I turned my hand, the flower suddenly came out of my hand.

   "This is good! This is good!"

   Wang Zijun slapped the wheelchair excitedly.

   "Have you learned? You can play like this..." Xu Qing demonstrated that he reached out to Wang Zijun's ears, as if taking flowers out of his ears.

  Then put one hand behind her back, and handed the rose to Wang Zijun with the other.

   "Do it again, I haven't seen it clearly yet." Wang Zijun said.

   "I look good..."

  The wheelchair stopped by the side of the road. Xu Qing shook the fine snow on her body and showed her empty hands to Wang Zijun. Then he caught a rose in his ear and handed it to Wang Zijun for him to practice.

   "Wow, la la la..."

  When Wang Zijun took the flower, applause rang out, and the two of them looked at the pedestrians nearby.

  What about your bulging palms?

  And what is the woman taking pictures with her mobile phone?

  (End of this chapter)