
Tan Anjun hurriedly brought his little wife, kissed her forehead, and chuckled softly: "I am here for my husband, and I am willing to do my best for my wife. Bring water for my husband."
Yang Lan'er covered her assailed forehead, stared at the distant figure, her beautiful face flushed red, and then laughed out loud.
After a while, she adjusted her mood, lifted the corner of her lips and hummed, took the lewd clothes and went to the bathroom.
Tan Anjun returned with two buckets of water, went to the bathroom, and saw his little wife brushing her teeth.
"Madam, I brought hot water here, not for long, the water is cold, not good for your body."
"Well, I see, Mr. Xianggong, you come out first," Yang Lan'er replied without turning his head.
Tan Anjun screamed, walked out confused, and closed the door.
After Yang Lan'er finished washing, she saw him sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, holding his face with both hands, looking at each other, and asking with a smile: "Master, what are you thinking?"
Tan Anjun's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at the little wife in front of him, his nose filled with a faint scent, and his cheeks flushed red as he had just finished bathing.
"Well, you're sitting here and not sleeping?" Yang Lan'er asked with a smile.
Tan Anjun looked at his little wife, revealing her white arms and slender thighs, her throat rolled over, and he asked doubtfully, "Lan'er, your clothes ..." Why is his style so strange?
"Hows it? Does it look good at home?" Yang Lan'er turned around. This is the nightgown he made. Short sleeves and knee-length skirts. Too hot to wear long shirts and trousers while sleeping in the summer She never dared to do well Wear it, now the two have become a real couple frankly, no need to shy away from her.
Tan Anjun looked left and right reflexively, and seeing the doors and windows closed, he felt relieved, and nodded foolishly: "It looks good."
He secretly added something in his heart, but he could only wear it for him to see.
Yang Lan'er looked at her tense body, smiled cunningly, walked towards her on the catwalk and stood still.
"Lan'er, don't be like this ..." He would be too nervous, fine sweat droplets had already formed on Tan Anjun's forehead,
Then he showed a clear smile, he was really nervous this time.
Normally, he would be called Lan'er in front of an outsider. If the husband and wife are alone, they will call her a woman. Of course, they'll call Alan when they're in love.
Tan Anjun felt his little wife was walking in a strange way.
"Mrs..."
"Shut up! Quiet."
Yang Lan'er's eyes flashed, seeing his obedient silence, he felt a little satisfied.
"Miss, what important things do you want to tell your husband tonight?" Tan Anjun was initially too nervous, but now his mind was much clearer, and he was smiling happily.
Yang Lan'er raised her eyebrows and woke up so quickly, it seemed like her charm had decreased, and she suddenly lost the intention to tease him, she turned around and sat down on the chair beside him.
Seeing his little wife lazily raising Erlang's legs, the corner of Tan Anjun's mouth inevitably curled up: "Miss, what's up, tell me."
Yang Lan'er smiled at the corner of her mouth, flicked her finger on the table, looked into her eyes and said slowly: "Mother came to tell me tonight ..."
Seeing the little wife speechless, Tan Anjun wiped the sweat on his forehead, the weather was very hot, "What do you order?"
He stood up, poured a glass of water, and sat across the table, quietly waiting for the little wife to continue, pretending to be respectful.
"Mother said let me ..." Yang Lan'er ran across the table with her small hands, took a cup and poured a glass of water for herself, drank the water, was very helpless towards Yang's mother, and said gently: "Let's have another baby as soon as possible."
"Second child?" Tan Anjun asked in surprise.
Yang Lan'er nodded: "Hmm, what do you think?"