Rebirth Eighty Spicy Wife Heads the House

Qin Fei was stunned for a moment, unable to believe it. The words just now were Yan Jichuan's tone was not as similar to his usual voice. He always spoke with a sense of indifference and alienation. Only after he became familiar with the tone would he be more familiar, but he would not.

As it is now, it becomes a little childish.

He patted Yan Jichuan's back of his hand with some uncertainty: "Yan Jichuan? Yan Jichuan?"

Yan Jichuan nodded lightly, his nasal sound was a little heavy, with a sense of sleepiness and a hint of indescribable childishness that suddenly made Qin Fei feel a little fun.

He turned around and hugged Yan Jichuan face to face: "Yan Jichuan, why do you want to go home? Where to go?"

Her turn around alarmed Yan Jichuan, making him awake a little, and his eyes became clearer. He just stared at Qin Fei's face, with fire in his eyes.

Before Qin Fei could react, she lowered her head and covered her lips...

The door was suddenly knocked gently, followed by Chen Lan's voice: "Feifei, it's getting late, hurry up and go to bed."

She got up after a night of sleep, thought about it and came out with some concern. Sure enough, she didn't see Qin Fei in the living room, so she couldn't help knocking on the door of Qin Fei's bedroom.

After all, it is not married yet, and it is not suitable for a man or a widow to stay in a room.

Qin Fei pushed Yan Jichuan in a panic and hurried out holding Qin Miaomiao's quilt.

Chen Lan looked at her daughter's face and her lips were bright, and she didn't know what else she didn't know? She whispered: "You are not married yet, please pay attention to me."

Qin Fei was a little embarrassed: "Mom, I did nothing."

"What's wrong with not fucking your mouth? Don't think your mother is old and blind."

...

Yan Jichuan stood in the middle of the room, listening to the mother and daughter's voices outside the door getting lower and lower, and couldn't help but lower his eyes and laugh.

He had a short sleep just now, but had a dream. When he was a child, Yan Bochuan came back to visit his house and took him to a temple fair.

He is twelve and twenty-four, and he is one round short of age, but Yan Bochuan never treats him as a child.

I would tell him a lot of things in the army, and it might have been planted in his heart since then, so I would work hard along the trajectory that Yan Bochuan has taken.

Including professional choices, I also chose the same path as Yan Bochuan.

But in the dream, Yan Bochuan smiled at him and disappeared into the crowded crowd, so at the moment Qin Fei came in, he couldn't help but get up and hug her, and said, "Go home."

Yan Jichuan sighed deeply. He rarely dreamed of his family, and he never dreamed of his family. This time he dreamed of Yan Bochuan.

I don’t know if it is because of the reason why Yan Bochuan was recently investigated.

I lie down again, smell the faint fragrance around me, and took a long time to fall asleep again.

...

Xu Qing was shocked when he knew that Yan Jichuan and Qin Fei's wedding was scheduled for June 1st. He looked at Yan Jichuan who was holding Xiaobao: "Uncle, your speed is too fast, June 1st, you yourself

I think it's too late to calculate how many days there will be."

Yan Jichuan looked at Xu Qing with a wide eye: "Why didn't you have time? You married Zhou Jinnan at that time, and it seemed like you were rushing me."

Xu Qing was choked: "Can that be the same?"

Yan Jichuan hehe: "Why aren't it different? You're anxious, I'm quite anxious. Anyway, if you have experience, I'll leave this matter to you. There is also a marriage house. You can help me clean up when I have time."

Xu Qing was amused and crying: "Uncle, you are a little unreasonable, I'm still in class."

Yan Jichuan pinched Xiaobao's face: "You can have a weekend break. Write me a list when you have time these two days. I'll buy what I should buy. As for what clothes, please help me. That's your little aunt.

, you have to have a snack."

Xu Qing: “…”

However, Yan Jichuan and Qin Fei were still very happy to get married. This was a big happy event: "You have to buy the TV, and there is also a recorder. Do you have tickets? If not, I asked Pang Zhenhua to collect a few for you."

Yan Jichuan waved his hand: "You just need to write it down for me, I will solve it myself."

After saying that, he pinched Xiaobao's fleshy face again: "When the time comes, let Xiaobao and Dabao go and press the bed for the little grandpa, and turn around and ask your little grandma to give you a little uncle to play with."

Xu Qing heard that this generation had a headache, so he quickly went to get paper and pen to give Yan Jichuan some advice.

Finally, it was discovered that Yan Jichuan had not prepared anything except for a day. The bride's clothes and Chen Lan and his wife had to make them. Moreover, the bride not only had to prepare the clothes she wore on the wedding day, but also did spring, summer, autumn and winter.

One set of clothes.

This makes the woman more and more respected.

Yan Jichuan and Xu Qing wrote it out bit by bit, a little bit too much: "What's so troublesome? How can I remember to have a meal together when I get married? It's over."

Many of his comrades get married like this. Now they hold a few banquets. A few years ago, they had a glass of wine and had some peanuts and seeds. The newlyweds bowed to everyone, and this was a gift.

Finally, Yan Jichuan slapped his forehead: "Okay, you keep writing, I'll find someone to do it."

If there are not many others, there are many people you know, and there is nothing that cannot be done.

After Yan Jichuan left with the order with satisfaction, Ye Nan was a little curious: "That girl from the Qin family married Yan Jichuan?"

Xu Qing nodded: "Are my uncle in a hurry? After all, he is old."

Ye Nan had no other opinions: "I'll buy some quilts tomorrow. Although the woman will accompany her, he can't have nothing."

Xu Qing looked at Ye Nan in surprise. According to his mother's personality, shouldn't he pretend that he didn't see anything and didn't care about anything?

Why do you suddenly have the style of a eldest sister-in-law?

Ye Nan gave her a blank look: "What are you looking at? Didn't you say your uncle is pretty good? I'm looking at that girl Qin Fei is good, I can't let others suffer any grievances."

Xu Qing chuckled and said nothing, always thinking that Ye Nan had gone to Beijing and had a big change when he came back.

After the next period of time, Xu Qing was busy making wedding clothes for Qin Fei and sending them to the tailor shop at the door for making.

Ye Nan and Feng Shuhua sat on the kang and sewed quilts.

Feng Shuhua also nagged Ye Nan: "There are some specialties in sewing bedding. We have to find one with both children to do it. We can't do it."

Ye Nan didn't care: "That's not. If it doesn't work, I'll find a neighbor with both children in the yard to sew a few stitches."

Feng Shuhua nodded: "I think it's OK. This is a big happy event, but it's not careless."

Dabao didn't know when he got the needle for sewing the quilt, and he pinched his little hand and poked it on the quilt. It seemed that he was thinking about that.

Ye Nan turned around and was startled: "Oh, my little ancestor, what if you prick your hand?"

Dabao turned around and stared at Ye Nan with wide eyes: "Dabao will learn, Dabao must learn too."

Xu Qing put down the clothes in his hand and picked up Dabao: "It seems that our Dabao will be a tailor in the future."

While chatting, the white wolf outside suddenly screamed wildly...