Pastoral Relaxing Daughter-in-law Farmer

Chapter 183 Look in the mirror and comb your hair

But Yang Lan'er knew from the memory of his original owner that the wood owner in Taoshu Village was now almost sixty years old, with a plump head and large ears, 1.55 meters high, he said, and weight at least 180. concubine. One is young and beautiful than the other.

  When Tan Anjun heard about the wooden landlord in Taoshu Village, his face suddenly showed contempt and contempt.

She patted his butt angrily, and said with a smile: "My husband has a handsome appearance, a tall and straight figure, the woman willingly let my husband compare with the insect, she said, and I feel sad for this husband. You don't ' don't have to." Entertain me, comfort me and I won't forgive you."

  Yang Lan'er: "..." Sir, what kind of problem is this? Online drama?

  Does he always feel like something is wrong?

   "Miss, you're so cruel that you don't comfort me." Seeing his little wife frowning and thinking, Tan Anjun hurriedly cried out in grief.

   The arrogance of the general, the attitude of a son, the dignity of a man, everything goes to hell, nothing is as important as a woman.

  Yang Lan'er froze, pushed his head away from his shoulder, and exhaled in his ear like a jet.

   Tan Anjun rubbed his head against the neck of his young wife, and said dejectedly: "Mrs, in your mind, is your husband the same person as the Namu Landlord?"

Yang Lan'er was a little surprised, he was just talking nonsense, not comparing it to that fat pig wood, he did not dare to imagine that Xianggong was growing into a fat pig wood, he could not think of hastily shaking his head, and waste this thought of a hundred and eight thousand miles.

   "Mrs..."

Yang Lan'er couldn't stand Tan Anjun's tiring annoyance, so she held Tan Anjun's cheek and kissed him, and softly persuaded him: "My husband looks amazing, very talented, very talented, and while talking and laughing, the stake and the peddler are perished to ashes, and the iron-blooded general who scares the enemy How can it be compared to the villain.

   Tan Anjun was very satisfied with his little wife's consolation, and forcefully bit his neck, "stepping on him,"

  Hey, why didn't his wife take the initiative to use sweet words to make him happy? It has to be tuned from time to time.

   Tan Anjun slightly lowered his eyes, and said in a dangerous voice: "What are you saying? Say again!"

   Raising both arms slightly, the little wife turned around and sat on her lap facing each other.

   The two faced each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. Yang Lan'er's nose was filled with her clear breath, her eyes were spinning, and she changed the subject: "Master, how much land does this wood landlord have? Is he rich?"

   It should be because the family was strong enough to support so many concubines.Otherwise, wouldn't the family be empty? According to his understanding, this wood landlord was not a lost child.

Tan Anjun's throat choked when he heard those words, and he couldn't help but think about how much money Landlord Mu had. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head: "I don't know exactly how many, but one thing is certain, that is, not as rich as your man. This woman can be sure."

   After he finished speaking, he patted her on the shoulder.

Yang Lan'er's body froze, this man was really thick-skinned, he always put gold on his face, he changed his shame, and said with a smile: "Master, sir, do you want to take the fruit trees we dug up? last time, let Zeng Qingsheng and the others Plant it."

Tan Anjun was shocked when he heard those words, and his mind sank into the ring. He took out a basket of loquats and asked the little wife to put it in the ring, and said with a smile, "You can take it from time to time to eat with the Madam's children, last time you said stuffed bayberry wine, didn't you?"

  Yang Lan'er smiled and shook her head: "I don't know how to brew, but I've heard of it, so you can give it a try."

   "Mrs is right, you can try." Tan Anjun rubbed his head and said with a smile.

   "I hate that! Don't always mess up my hairstyle. "Yang Lan'er slapped his large hand furiously.

   "Hehe, this is fucked. I'll help you hold it for my husband. Xiaoman leaned against her waist and combed her hair in the mirror," Tan Anjun teased and chuckled.