
Tan Anjun laid the book on the table casually, stood up and walked to the opposite side, dragging his little wife into his arms, sitting in her original position, letting her sit on his lap, and then holding her back, pinching her reddish cheeks, she Finally had her cheeks grow back, and was no longer as pale as snow a few days ago.
"I asked Zeng Qingsheng to buy our vacant land in the middle of the mountain. Once the house is built, what do you want to plant in that vacant lot?"
Yang Lan'er's main goal was to not want his family to have bad neighbors in the future. If anyone were to build a house next to his in the future, everyone would be happy if they could live in harmony. The trick is to buy all the vacant land in the middle of the mountain from his home in his own name.
As for what will be planted in this desert, you can think about it slowly, as long as the land is yours, it is not easy to plant something?
“This empty land is not in a hurry. Can be opened slowly during the low season. In the future, fruit trees, medicinal ingredients, etc can be planted. Anyway, it's ours now. Allow me to Think about it."
"Okay, listen to that woman."
Tan Anjun embraced his little wife, the faint scent of his body left in his nostrils, staring at her chapped lips, "Do you want some water?"
Yang Lan'er leaned in her arms, and she actually felt her throat a little dry after being reminded of him, so she nodded obediently and asked: "Yes, my throat is very dry, my throat is very dry, I want to drink honey water."
Tan Anjun happily helped him make a cup of honey water, he had to return his little wife's meat as quickly as possible.
"Mother, mother, my son is here, my son will come to see you!"
Yang Lan'er did not need to see her tone, it must be Belle, she hurriedly drank the honey water, put down the glass and stared at the door for a moment, "Hurry in, but our baby is here?"
"Yes mom!"
Bell passed the high doorway, ran in with a thud, grinned and said, "Mother, my son has just gone to the vegetable garden, do you know what he's doing in the vegetable garden?"
Yang Lan'er looked at her face reddened by the sun and sweating profusely, took out a handkerchief to wipe her down, and asked according to her mood: "Mother can't guess, then Kun'er told mother, ' Kun'er told her, you go to the vegetable garden What's wrong?"
"Hehe... Mom, you'll find out later, I'll talk about it when my brother comes." After she finished speaking, she closed her little mouth in seriousness, as if she was afraid she would say something unintentionally. .
"Yes! Kun'er is still learning how to play tricks right now?" Yang Lan'er pretended to be surprised, and turned her head to raise an eyebrow towards Tan Anjun. Your son is getting weird right now.
Belle looked up proudly, who is she? He is the son of his father and mother! Little brother! What the husband says is called a tiger father without a puppy.
Tan Anjun watched the mother and child interact quietly, sitting quietly by the side, with a smile on the corner of his lips and eyes.
Belle looked at her mother's lips, and frowned: "Mother, what's wrong with your lips? Why dry and flake?"
Poof! Tan Anjun raised his hand and pressed his fist against his lips, laughing nonstop.
Yang Lan'er's cheeks were colorful and beautiful, "It's okay, mother will be fine when she wakes up and drinks more water. Mom, thank you son for being so careful. You really care about me, thank you."
"Mom, glad you're okay."
"Son, did Mister tell you about it? Let you speak less in dialect?"
Bell nodded: "I say it, but my son sometimes forgets."