Song Ziheng didn't come back until the afternoon. It was dark early in winter. When he came back, he was pulled by his mother to talk for a while. Not long after, his father and elder brother came back from outside. After talking to them, he hurriedly took his clothes to take a shower, and then had dinner after finishing it. Only then did he have time to say a few private words to Su Wan.

As soon as the two entered the room and closed the door, Song Ziheng touched it from his arms and took out a pair of raindrop-shaped earrings. Because it was dark, I couldn't see what material it was made of, and it felt cool when I touched it, which made me feel a little texture.

Song Ziheng said: "I accidentally saw the uncle carrying a load and selling miscellaneous items. I saw that although the earrings were not valuable, they looked very beautiful and the color was suitable for my wife. I just didn't know if my wife liked them."

Su Wan tossed and turned around and asked, "What's the matter, are you a stone?"

"Maybe it was polished by stones."

Su Wan couldn't help but regret: "I felt very round and smooth when I touched it. Even my husband thought it looked good. It was unusual. Unfortunately, it was too dark now and I couldn't see clearly."

Seeing her reaction like this, Song Ziheng felt comfortable and put on her shoulders and smiled: "It's already my wife's thing, just wait until dawn, just see it enough."

Su Wan nodded, sat down at the dressing table, put the earrings on the box and said, "I will wear this tomorrow."

Song Ziheng also came over. Seeing Su Wan taking off her hair bun on her head, she took the comb from her hand and slowly combed her hair smoothly. Her hair was covered with black hair like ink on Su Wan's shoulders. Song Ziheng gently grabbed the hand without holding the comb, and the feeling of the hair falling from her hand gently made him feel a little intoxicated.

The touch of love that can't be put down.

Su Wan took off her coat and just sat on the bed. Song Ziheng brought another thing over on the other end. It turned out to be a purse. Su Wan didn't open it. She just touched it and knew what it was. She looked up at Song Ziheng. Song Ziheng said, "After buying New Year's goods for the family, I still have half a guan of money left. I will go to the county tomorrow and my wife will buy some of her favorites."

Su Wan pinched it, saying that half-calorie is not much, and that is not much. Today, their car has only spent two cents of money, but it is the first time she gave pocket money for her own man. In her previous life, she did not have a legitimate husband. To be honest, the few boyfriends she had dated may not have made as much money as hers, and the relationship was not very good. It was not their turn to give pocket money. She didn't see the half-calorie given by Song Ziheng, but it was his entire personal possession. But this action was enough to surprise her.

Su Wan has never had this kind of experience of devoting everything in her hands to others. When she thought of it, she was all about Song Ziheng, and her heart was jumping. He did not speak straightforward love, but his actions were more straightforward than all words, which was the most serious thing she could not refuse.

Seeing that Su Wan was holding her purse for a long time and hadn't spoken, Song Ziheng was thinking about what she was thinking. He was originally going to act with the will, but now he became nervous. He lowered his head, pressed against Su Wan's forehead, and whispered: "Madam?"

Su Wan came back to her senses, stuffed her purse under the pillow, raised her hands, and hooked her neck. She smiled obediently after getting the advantage, "My parents are here, and they don't hide their own personal money, but my husband actually hides his own money."

"It's not for you." Song Ziheng seemed a little angry, lowered his head and bit her nose. It was not heavy, and Su Wan did not hide, and continued to say proudly: "It is an indisputable fact that my husband hides his private money."

"Don't give me back, I'll give it to my mother now." Song Ziheng pushed Su Wan away and acted to turn over the pillow.

Su Wan hurriedly hugged his hand: "It's all my hand, it's mine, so how can I get it back?"

"Don't you don't want it?"

"Who said I don't want it?" Su Wan simply threw herself on him, saying a scoundrel, "Although parents are not hiding their own personalities, it is natural for the husband to spend money on his wife, right?"

Song Ziheng had no choice but to hold her waist with both hands, put the person on the bed, and said, "You said that."

Su Wan raised her eyebrows: "Is the husband thinking in his heart that Confucius said so much? Is it really hard to raise only women and villains?"

"My wife is becoming more and more domineering now. She even cares about everything I think?"

"I can't control it." Su Wan smiled, and as soon as her back was pressed onto the bed, her legs hooked around Song Ziheng's waist. He was not careful for a moment and was tripped. He pressed on Su Wan's body, and his eyes seemed to be on fire. "Why is your wife hinting at her husband?"

"It was clearly my husband who was hinting at me that he deliberately tripped me..." Before Su Wan could finish her words, her lips were blocked, and the sound of gasping gradually rose, filling every corner of the room.

Su Wan learned a lesson that night. The young man with strong energy could not withstand the teasing. She knew how good Song Ziheng was, but it was not until she was tossed and turned around for half a night and experienced several rounds of death that Su Wan had the deepest experience.

When she woke up the next day, Su Wan, who was seriously sleep-deprived, had dark circles on her face. She had white skin and was the easiest to see whether her complexion was good. Zhang, who was cooking for them in the kitchen early, looked at her and showed an ambiguous smile and said, "Your brother and sister are not in good health. You have to make up for it during the Chinese New Year."
Chapter completed!