Reborn to return to the God of War husband before his death

He Yuanling, who was full of doubts, still went to the back to wash up. It was precisely because of his pretentious wife's abnormality today that he washed more carefully than usual. After washing, he checked again to make sure that he did not smell of alcohol or sweat. Then I put on clean clothes and went out.

When he came out, he found that dinner had been put on the table, and his favorite squirrel mandarin fish was placed right where he wanted it.

And his good wife, who was originally sitting upright reading, put down the book in her hand and gave him a serious look.

Either she looked at him expressionlessly, or she looked at him in a normal way, which is rare.

From the moment he entered the main room and saw his wife, He Yuanling's heart never felt at peace.

"Let's eat."

Seeing him again after so many years, Shen Huarou didn't know how to face him.

She obviously wanted to change, but she couldn't do it even if she was asked to change into a different person to get along with He Yuanling.

Being able to talk to him so calmly meant that Shen Huarou had adjusted her mood again and again.

"Um."

After He Yuanling's seemingly bland response, neither of them said anything else and took their seats.

He Yuanling planned to remain unchanged in response to all changes. She took the initiative to invite someone to invite her. She must have something to do, so she would just wait.

Let's see, what is she going to do?

Yang Chun, who was waiting on the side, was about to turn gray because of the two masters. Although they ate and slept without speaking, what kind of newlyweds didn't even make eye contact?

The words rolled on the tip of my tongue several times and finally came out.

"Today's mandarin fish is so fresh, it was still alive and kicking when it was delivered in the afternoon."

Yang Chun had already talked about this, but Shen Huarou didn't understand her intention.

Shen Huarou didn't mind picking up food for him, as they were a couple.

Seeing the fish on the plate that his wife had caught for him with her fair and delicate hands, He Yuanling couldn't help but glance at his wife suspiciously, and met his wife's gaze.

Is she laughing?

Although his daughter-in-law has a lot of pretentiousness, she is really good-looking, with a pink face and peach cheeks, and a delicate and round waist. She is more beautiful than the peonies she has carefully cultivated, and is more delicate and beautiful.

Especially his eyes, which were especially fascinating when looking at him with tears in his eyes.

Even now, with just a slight smile, he is still very attractive.

Just when he was in a daze, Shen Huarou looked away and continued eating.

When her eyes met He Yuanling's, her heartbeat couldn't help but beat faster, and she could only eat to cover it up.

Her peach blossom eyes were lowered, her vision was wandering, and she didn't know what she was looking at.

It happens to be like this, but it gives people a vague feeling of shyness and timidity.

Until there was a piece of fish meat on the plate in front of me, with the bones removed.

The man's clear voice rang in his ears, "Today's fish is indeed fresh, you can try it."

Shen Huarou tasted it and found it to be extremely fresh and tender.

Seeing her eat the fish, He Yuanling felt that the suffocation he had been holding in all day and night was gone, so he gave it to her in a good mood.

"You can eat it yourself, that's enough for me."

When He Yuanling was about to pinch her for the third time, Shen Huarou stopped her.

Fish is delicious, but she never eats much at night, and mainly eats light food. She has already eaten two pieces, which is more than usual.

He Yuanling's hand holding the fish turned around and put it on his bowl.

He glanced at the person who was chewing his food carefully from beginning to end and muttered, "I'm so skinny that only a little bit of meat is left. I can't even eat two more bites."

Hearing this, Shen Huarou didn't pay attention, but when she noticed his gaze, she couldn't help but glare, and even blushed with anger.

I can't even keep my mouth shut after eating, it's so vulgar.

He Yuanling, who was glared at by his wife, was in a very good mood at this time. He was not talking nonsense, it was all the truth.

Yang Chun, who was waiting by the side, tried his best to treat himself as a decoration, and did not see or hear anything inappropriate.

Shen Huarou has the habit of digesting food after dinner, so she is afraid of accumulating food at night.

When they first got married, He Yuanling would walk around the yard with her twice. Sometimes he would sit and watch her go without wanting to move. Later, when the two of them got into trouble, he became unworthy and even came back very late sometimes.

Today, He Yuanling was in a good mood because of the piece of fish, so he naturally walked with him to eat. Even if the two of them didn't talk during the period, they couldn't stop He Yuanling from thinking about it secretly.

When it was time to rest, He Yuanling followed him back to the main room. Shen Huarou didn't chase him away, just pretending that the incident in the morning had not happened.

Since he had washed up after coming back, He Yuanling simply rinsed his mouth and went to bed first.

He didn't sleep either, leaning lazily on the bedside and watching his wife sitting busy in front of the dressing table.

Before getting married, his mother rushed him to go and be seen by others, but he was really unconvinced. When he saw someone, he immediately felt that it was a good idea.

Although he only glanced at her from a distance, He Sanye's eyes were so sharp that he could see the beauty of his wife with just one glance.

That day was sunny and windy, and the sun shone on his wife's pretty face, which made her dazzlingly white.

During the wedding, he took a closer look and found that it was indeed white.

The tender young lady raised in an official's boudoir is different. According to what his mother said, if his grandfather had not been classmates with the He family's grandfather, he would not be able to enter the He family's threshold to choose a son-in-law.

If nothing else, I still want to thank my grandfather.

Although the He family is not too bad, with some family property, it can barely be regarded as a farming and education heirloom. He, the third master, is also born in a suave style and needs to have ability, ability, and appearance, but not just any young lady can have him. My daughter-in-law is so pretty and lovely.

The sight behind her was so hot that it was hard not to notice. Shen Huarou felt even more uncomfortable with that sight.

Everything that needed to be cleaned was done, and I couldn't wait any longer, so I had to get up and walk to the bed.

He Yuanling bent his legs to make room for her so that she could get into the bed. Shen Huarou turned her back to the person and took off her coat, but did not see He Yuanling put down the curtain in two or two.

Immediately afterwards, a fiery body came up.

This familiar generous chest has been missing for a long time.

The two girls, Yangchun and Yulan, were waiting outside the door, waiting for their master to summon them. Their worries for two days were finally settled.

Madam loves to be clean. Although it is autumn, it is still a bit dry.

Sure enough, the third master whispered to them to bring water in.

As usual, after delivering the water, the third master would ask them to go back and rest.

Through the curtain, I couldn't see clearly what was going on in the bed. I could only vaguely see a tall figure walking around. After a few sounds of water, the tall figure walked to the bed and sat down.

If there is a seemingly non-existent voice, there is a slightly hoarse coaxing whisper.

Who can He Yuanling take the initiative to serve?

After living for eighteen years, in addition to taking the initiative to serve tea to his parents, pinching and beating his shoulders when coaxing his mother, the only people he willingly served were the ones who were currently nestling in his arms, pouting and frowning in aggrieved manner. .