"Oops!"

Lin Xun was so nervous that he watched the long legs walking towards him step by step through the gap in the quilt.

Even Lin Xun suspected that his heartbeat caused the bed to vibrate.

Lin Xun knew that Qing'er was very keen, but was she so keen?

"Where did you buy this puppet from Sister Nongqin? It looks a bit cute." Jiang Qingshang looked at the puppet lying on the bed, "and it looks like the puppet is very tall."

“…”

Lin Xun wanted to slap himself in his heart.

I forgot to curl my legs. Although this puppet was already very tall, holding this puppet seemed to lengthen his height.

"This mutton was brought... from... my own hometown."

Nongqin's cheeks were slightly red, and her tone was also a little nervous.

In fact, this doll was made by Jiang Nongqin after meeting Lin Xun when she was ten years old. Because she missed the little boy who saved her, she couldn't see her, so she made it based on her own impression.

Moreover, every year when Lin Xun grows taller, Jiang Nongqin will re-sew the doll, which is in line with Lin Xun's height.

This tutu has been with Jiang Nongqin for nearly ten years.

Fortunately, this puppet looks like Lin Xun’s ten years old, only Lin Xun’s two or three points are similar, which is not easy to make people suspicious.

Otherwise, if this puppet was more like Lin Xun, then everything would be really hard to explain...

"So that's it, Sister Nongqin, can I touch it?"

"Yeah..." Nongqin nodded.

Hearing permission, Jiang Qingshang gently stroked the hem of the skirt, sat on the edge of the doll, and stroked the doll's head.

In Lin Xun's sight, Qing'er's body was only fifty centimeters away from her face.

The familiar faint fragrance of Qing'er's body quietly floated into Lin Xun's nose.

At this time, Lin Xun didn't dare to breathe anymore.

I was afraid that as soon as I breathed hard, I would blow to Qing'er's skirt.

And at this moment, Lin Xun saw Qing'er leaning forward, and he seemed to stretch out his hand when he saw this movement!

It's over! Could it be that Qing'er discovered me, right?

"Dong!Dong!Dong!!!"

Lin Xun swallowed, his heartbeat accelerated.

Then Lin Xun felt the puppet being pinched, and then the puppet's legs were pinched!

Just when Lin Xun felt that Qing'er's hand was about to pinch her feet and she was about to die.

Suddenly, Yaya climbed onto the bed and sat on the puppet, poking the puppet one after another with her little hands.

"Sister Jiang, this mutton looks so ugly..."

Lin Xun: "..."

Jiang Nongqin: "..."

Jiang Qingshang withdrew his hand and gently rubbed Yaya's head: "No, Sister Qing'er thinks it looks pretty pretty.

"Hey? Is it good-looking?" Yaya pinched the doll a few times, tilting her head, but Yaya still felt that it was not good-looking...

After Yaya's interruption, Jiang Qingshang just touched the doll, then got up and left, and sat on the wooden bench in the room.

Lin Xun and Nongqin both breathed a sigh of relief.

As for Yaya, Yaya was still jumping on the doll, constantly fiddling with the doll, and almost stepped on Lin Xun several times.

However, Yaya was playing on the bed unscrupulously, which made Jiang Qingshang completely relax her vigilance.

"Well....."

Yaya was still leaping on the bed, and her little feet wrapped in white foot bag accidentally stepped on Lin Xun's eight-pack abs.

Yaya lifted her little feet, and Kazilan blinked with big eyes.

Just as Yaya wanted to get into the quilt and see what she stepped on, Yaya was called over to eat pastries by Lanqin.

Since Chunfeng Tower comes to clean every day, I know that Nongqin has come back and has prepared new daily necessities, pastries and tea today, so it is not like a house that has not lived in for more than two months, but like a courtyard that has just been cleaned up.

Yaya finally left, and Lin Xun's mood was like a roller coaster at this time.

He decided.

When you go back alive, you must immerse Yaya in the ocean of doing questions and studying and cannot extricate herself!

"Yaya is getting more and more cute." Nongqin smiled and fed Yaya. Yaya sat in Jiang Qingshang's arms, opened her mouth and ate the pastry in one bite.

"Sister Nongqin looks better and better," Jiang Qingshang said with a bent eyes.

"Sister Qing'er, don't make fun of me."

Nongqin looked down at herself, her pretty face blushing slightly.

"Actually, I've become fat again recently..."

"Have you been fat?" Jiang Qingshang turned his thoughts in confusion, "I can't tell."

"Really." Jiang Nongqin's cheeks were slightly red. "Since I was wearing clothes, my chest became tighter and tighter. I had to use a lace, otherwise it would be really inconvenient. I couldn't even wear clothes before,"

Jiang Qingshang: "..."

Listening to their conversation in the quilt, Lin Xun subconsciously practiced his brain, and then quickly shook his head, leaving the scene of his brain-repairing!

Unexpectedly!

The elevation of Everest seems to have risen again!

This is so wrong. Mount Everest was the highest peak in the world, but it continued to grow taller and widens the gap with others. How can other peaks survive?

Too sinful! It's really too sinful!

"Let's not talk about this for now." Jiang Qingshang looked down at himself.

Jiang Qingshang, who was originally extremely confident in some aspects, is now inexplicably a little inferior.

Perhaps this is the first time Jiang Qingshang has given up in some aspects, and he has not even had any intention of comparing it.

"Does Sister Nongqin have someone you like?" Jiang Qingshang held Jiang Nongqin's little hand and said softly. "What does Sister Nongqin think of her husband?"

"Eh?" Nongqin suddenly raised her head.

"Mr. Lin? I... that me..." Jiang Nongqin felt a little panicked, and even her eyes began to show stars.

Nongqin waved her hands in panic: "Sister Qing'er...Sister Qing'er, don't joke, how could I...maybe with..."

"Sorry, sorry." Jiang Qingshang smiled, "Qing'er is just a joke. Please don't take it to heart by Sister Nongqin."

"Um... Sister Qing'er, don't make such jokes..." Nongqin lowered her head and grabbed the hem of the skirt on her legs with her little hands tightly.

"actually....."

Jiang Qingshang smiled.

"Qing'er is not a joke. Apart from Qing'er, my husband has never married a side room or taken a concubine. In fact, what Qing'er knows is that my husband has been considering Qing'er's feelings.

But isn’t it natural for my husband to marry a wife? As a woman, how can I stop my husband?

But Qing'er is not easy to tell her husband..."

"So..." As he said that, Jiang Qingshang looked at Jiang Nongqin seriously: "If Sister Nongqin likes her husband, then Qing'er is willing to get along with Sister Nongqin's wife."

"A flat wife...get along with each other..."
Chapter completed!