My Wife is From a Thousand Years Ago

  Chapter 318 I come down, you go up

   Coming out of the house in the afternoon, Xu Qing took the two babies by bus.

   is almost three years old, and he doesn’t use it all the time, but he still likes one left hand and one right hand, enjoying the feeling of hugging left and right.

   The two children look similar, but they can distinguish between men and women... In order to make them aware of their gender, Jiang He left Xu Jin with long hair, and Xu Shian pushed an inch like his father. .

  Jiang He was in the flower shop through the glass and saw Xu Qing holding the two babies on the bus and walking into the shop. He looked like an air.

   "Looking at him, I don't feel tired." Song Hui also saw Xu Qing who hugged left and right, and couldn't help sighing that she was more popular than others.

  Wang Wang Zijun is in a wheelchair every day, and he is holding two twenty catties baby, his face is not flushed or breathless.

"Where is the prince?" Xu Qing came to the store and put down the two babies and greeted Song Hui. The winter melon was originally lying on the chair. At this time, he got up and went into the corner, lest he was noticed by these little **** and pulled him. dancing.

   "I haven't gotten off work yet, I've been busy recently."

  Song Hui casually said, she brought her children over to sit with Jiang He, chatting, and by the way, in the flower shop to infuse her son's aesthetic taste.

  Jiang He is boring to stay alone in the store, and the two partners of Le’s come over to chat.

  The two siblings did not notice the winter melon, and played with the little brother of Wang Zijun's family.

   "What does your father do?"

   "My father is in a wheelchair!" Wang Yihao said proudly, his five-year-old face full of pride.

  There is no other home, but his father has it. The kindergarten children are envious.

"Wow."

  Xu Shian is also very envious. Although I don’t know why I am envious, it feels very powerful to watch Wang Yihao’s bullying look.

  The two sisters and brothers stood together, only Xu Shian was envious, but Xu Jin did not say anything. This made Wang Yihao feel unhappy. How could Xu Jin not be envious?

  Xu Jin is looking at her younger brother’s pants, she is thinking about why other boys wear pants so well that her younger brother is going to wear the open gear, revealing Xiao Chiu.

   I really wanted to take a look, but my mother would be murdered. She tried it and cried Shi'an.

   "Where's your father?" Wang Yihao was unhappy and didn't express it. He was very steady, and seemed casual and authentic, but his eyes showed pride.

   "Hmm... fight the zombies." Xu Shi'an got excited when he talked about this. All the demons and ghosts were killed by Xu Qing, and none of them dared to come to his house to eat children.

  Xu Shi’an’s words made Wang Yihao’s eyes widen slightly, and immediately turned his head to look at the adults who were talking on the other side, and the corners of his mouth curled up disdainfully, “Our world has no zombies.”

  I can't even brag, he doesn't plan to talk to the siblings anymore.

  "No?" Xu Shian looked at her sister.

  "Why do you think they are missing?" Xu Jin raised his head and asked Wang Yihao.

  "……"

  Wang Yihao looked at Shi'an and then at Xu Jin, unable to help but fall into thought.

  Song Hui didn’t wait much in the store. She drove her car out and called her son. Wang Yihao walked out reluctantly. Before leaving, she looked at Xu Qing in awe.

  Xu Qing was a little confused, looking at the two brothers and sisters, the two brothers and sisters are already talking with the unlovable winter melon.

  The two children were talking to the adults. They didn't like to talk to them. They liked to catch the winter melon and chat with the winter melon.

   "I'm going back to cook, I'll bring it to you later."

   Jiang He gave an order, took the siblings and left, and gave the shop to Xu Qing to watch. The winter melon was liberated, and he jumped on Xu Qing's lap for comfort.

  This is something that has long been expected. Jiang He opened a shop. He is also a half-owner. He has to work hard for this shop...Who would call them a couple, regardless of each other.

   Xu Qing sighed, got up holding the winter melon, and leaned at the door to see if anyone wanted to buy flowers.

The young girl in the milk tea shop next door is wearing work clothes and has a pretty face. She looks very fulfilled when she is busy inside. It seems that Jiang He also thought about working in a milk tea shop, but she gave up because she didn’t have an ID card. Milk tea girl.

  The milk tea girl noticed his gaze and glanced diagonally.

  Bah, a scumbag, he looks like a dog, and he peeped at her when he had two children.

"welcome."

  Someone came, Xu Qing put the winter melon aside and greeted the person.

   "Buy roses for girlfriend?"

   "Take it like this, look, play a little flower job when you send it out... do you see it clearly?"

  Xu Qing saw that the young man was still very nervous, and he enthusiastically taught the guy a magic trick, and when he saw him, he bowed to his head.

   "Thank you, uncle!" After paying with a thumbs up, the guy was very satisfied.

  Big...Uncle?

  Xu Qing's smile froze on her face, and it seemed that it was right to think about it.

   "If you meet me next time, I will teach you a new one."

  Waving his hand in a disappointed manner, Xu Qing turned his eyes to see that the little girl in the milk tea shop next door seemed to stare at him.

low profile……

  Xu Qing turned back to the shop.

  Bah, he is really a scumbag. Such a skilled routine teaches others...

  The milk tea girl looked away disdainfully.

   Make a cup of hot tea, put it in the hand to simmer, sit in the flower shop, Xu Qing opens the folding tablet and does something while watching the shop.

A new generation of product folding screens, in 0202, I thought it would be mature application in two years, from mobile phones to computer tablets, in fact, it is indeed a few years, and now it is gradually moving from high-end to mid-range, and the price is affordable. After a little bit, buy one to get started.

  The bells and whistles are not much easier to use than the ipad. It’s just that Xu Wenbin, Jiang He, and their old antiques were always ridiculed in the past.

  "Do you have four-leaf clover for sale here?"

  A girl with a schoolbag stood at the door and looked around, and asked timidly.

  "Four-leaf clover?"

Xu Qing was stunned. Just about to shook her head, she paused for a moment. Jiang He always likes to keep some weird things for her to see. The flowers on the terrace at home are moved here, not to mention the resurrection grass, even dogs. The tail flowers are planted in the corner.

   "Wait a minute, I'll look for it."

  Xu Qing got up and searched in the corner, and at the same time dialed Jiang He's cell phone and asked her if she had such a thing.

  "Trifolium? I just planted one. This is not easy to find. There are no seeds. I can only wait for it to mutate. Many of the online sales are faked by Shiziping..."

   "Is there any impersonation?"

  Xu Qing actually saw it in the corner, and it seemed nothing special.

   "...symbolizes luck, and raising can bring good luck..." Jiang He, let's go.

   "Then do you sell this?"

   Xu Qing did not listen to her continuing to show off, looked at the little girl who was waiting for him, and asked Jiang He if she was willing to sell it.

  This was raised by her herself, and it was not a purchase. Maybe she didn’t even think about selling it in the first place...just don’t sell it.

  "Sell? Someone wants to buy?" Jiang He realized why Xu Qing called.

   "Yes, people are waiting."

   "Uh... uh... why would anyone buy this kind of thing?"

   "If you didn't buy it, how would you know that many fakes are sold online?"

  "……"

   Jiang He can't wait to slap him with a shovel, he will lift the bar every day.

  "If anyone wants it, give it to them. I will go out with Pingping to look for it another day."

   Jiang He thought for a while and wanted to reply. Although it was a symbol of luck, someone could come to the store and ask, this is probably fate, and it doesn’t matter if he changes hands.

  She believes in fate more and more.

  Xu Qing got the answer and hung up the phone. He looked at the small plastic flower pot in his hand. It was small, scratching his head and wanted to call and ask how much money.

   "How much is it?" the little girl asked.

   "Well... five yuan, even the flower pot, otherwise you can't get it."

   "Thank you!"

  The girl was very surprised, she took off her schoolbag and fumbled inside to pay.

  ……

   "Dad, can you fight zombies?"

  Wang Yihao returned home to finish his homework, and Wang Zijun went home from get off work. He tore off his tie and threw down his bag. He sat down on the sofa and turned his head when he heard his son’s mysterious question.

   "It used to be, but now it won't."

   "Why?"

  Wang Yihao was a little excited. He felt that he had discovered the secrets of this world. It turned out that there were zombies, and there were people who would fight, so no one had seen them.

   "Because of you."

   Wang Zijun squeezed his nose, wanting to call out the zombie with the Dawning Wing, dad, dad, dad, dad, and couldn't catch him no matter what.

   "Because of me?"

  Wang Yihao was dazed.

   "What did you father and son whisper about? Have you practiced Xiaohao's calligraphy?"

  "I practiced it!"

   "Wait later, Dad will show you a game and wait for her to draw." Wang Zijun said quietly.

  Wang Yihao was startled when he heard the words, then he clenched his excited fists and nodded quickly: "Okay, okay!"

   "I have eaten, but still muttering."

  Song Hui took off her apron and urged the two of them to wash their hands and eat. On the table was a nutritious meal she specially matched.

If you don’t speak while eating, you can focus more on the meal, chew slowly, and eat better. This is the rule Song Hui set when Wang Yihao learned to speak. She herself is no exception. After sitting down, she can pick up the chopsticks. Speak again and finish the meal silently.

   "Jiang He flower shop is very well opened, I think I want to open one, let Xiaohao know more about those flowers."

  Song Hui said casually when he finished eating and clearing the table.

   "You can get it, don't you also participate over there? Just make some pocket money."

  Wang Wang Zijun felt unrealistic about her idea, "If someone can open it well, it will be done if you want to open it."

   "Why do I finish driving?" Song Hui was not convinced.

   "You are not that piece of material."

"I found out that if you can pinch it will count or what? When they opened, you said that they would definitely make it. I was just an idea and you concluded that I was not the material. If you open a flower shop, what's the problem? Will fiddle..."

  Song Hui was forced to talk, Wang Zijun didn't bother to listen, and turned around to play around with his wheelchair.

  "If you want to open it, open it. Anyway, if you have saved so much money, please say yes. If your money is ruined, don't find me."

   "You are my husband, who am I not looking for?!" Song Hui was so angry that her baby was five years old, and she still managed finances so tightly.

   "I said that you are not that piece of material. If you waste the money, what will your son eat? I will definitely support you if you want to open a cram school to teach people how to draw. Don't think about anything else."

  The prince is handsome, no matter what, she can’t let this woman waste money anyway. He always thinks that doing business is so easy. He puts his own mind on his son every day, so he can get the energy to open a shop... The small garden prepared for his son is about the same.

  "You trust your buddy more than I do. If he takes care of you borrowing some money to do business, I think you will rush over to send money..."

"of course."

   "You are quite righteous!" Song Hui was so angry that she wanted to throw the chopsticks, looked at the door of her son's room, and took it lightly.

   "Give it to him to make money, and to give you to lose money, even if you are my wife, the money is not blown by the wind."

   "Do you believe him that way?"

   "That's not it." The prince took a moment of joy and said nonsense. He and Xu Qing have known each other for more than ten years, and it seems that they have known each other longer than this wife.

"Just one. People have never complained. Attention, they have never complained about anything. There are problems to solve. If there is no way, you can find a solution. How about you?" Wang Zijun got on the wheelchair and mumbled in the living room. Going around, but fortunately the living room is big enough to make him enjoy himself at home.

  "Complaining is a performance of incompetence, it is useless and a waste of time, if you change his position, I must be wondering how to make me willing to pay, not more useful than you?"

   "Do you want to fight?"

  "Women..."

   Wang Zijun shook his head. As soon as these words came out, there was no need to talk. It was as good as before. As long as money is used to solve the problem, it does not matter. Some women are only worthy of letting him take money to solve it. Now they can’t get married.

   "I'm babbling, I..." Song Hui couldn't help kicking him in the wheelchair, and he felt distressed for Wang Zijun.

  After this guy got in the wheelchair, he couldn't even turn a corner when he spoke, so he was stunned and annoyed.

   "Don't kick my baby wheelchair."

   "If you move the baby to me, I won't kick it."

   "Think beautiful."

  哐!

   "Okay, baby, baby don't kick my wheelchair."

  Wang Wang Zijun gave in, and he had to go out to play on weekends, it took too much time to paint.

  "Your solution to the problem is to use a wheelchair?" Song Hui sneered.

   "At least it's a way, otherwise I really don't know what's the point."

   "It's so uncomfortable to marry me?"

  "Didn’t we talk about it a long time ago, it’s not marrying you, it’s marrying...it’s a mental illness, don’t blame you, don’t blame me...Okay, blame me a little bit.” Wang Wangjun said.

   "I made it myself." Song Hui looked out the window and calmed down.

  It doesn’t seem to be a big deal. I had already anticipated what would happen to the marriage at the beginning. At least the children have not been knocked out. It is enough to have children.

  "Would you like to drive with me?" Wang Zijun was silent for a while and sent an invitation to her.

   "If my wife can truly understand my hobbies, I think, I will love her very much."

   "If my husband could not take a wheelchair, I would love him very much." Song Hui said indifferently.

   "That's right, I got out of the wheelchair, you sit on it."

  "……"

  Song Hui stared at him for a while, looked at Wang Zijun's no longer young face, and finally sighed.

   "I made it myself... Or you can play a game."

   "I don't like playing games anymore." Wang Zijun shook his head silently.

  Song Hui's gaze stayed on Wang Zijun's wheelchair, and the doctor's words remembered in her head.

"The causes of psychological problems are very complicated. For example, if your hobbies are not understood by others, you will be subconsciously alienated, and you will feel that you are not in the same world. Then... if the backlog is long, there will be some problems in the relationship, like you said. Games, in fact, there are only a few ways for adults to release their stress. It’s okay to relax once in a while. You keep talking about him. In essence, it’s a denial of him..."

  “Sometimes, it’s just a small knot, but if it gets stuck there, it will cause problems and make people more and more paranoid.”

   "Get up, let me try." Song Hui looked away, then turned back after a while, suddenly said.

  (End of this chapter)