The weather is hot, and when the sun rises, there is almost no business. Yan Wanwan asked the plumber and the others to close early, so they can rest. When the weather is hot, people are prone to getting tired and lazy.

She carried her bag, rode a horse, and returned to Yan Mansion.

Still right away, looking at the person standing under the eaves at the door, she was slightly stunned and was overjoyed, slid down from the horse's back, and ran up the steps with a smile, "Why are you back?"

It was Yan Zheng. He was wearing a refreshing light blue color, and he was holding a twenty-four-bone oil paper umbrella in his hand. The umbrella was painted with ink and water mountains, which made him look elegant under the sun.

"Are you going to pick me up?" What you saw in front of you reminded Yan Wanwan unexpectedly of the scene when they got married. The first time he went back to pick her up. It was raining at that time, and he also held an umbrella and walked from the rain and fog, silently supporting the sky above her head.

"Yes! How good can you wait for me for a while?" Yan Zheng frowned and looked at the fine sweat beads on her temples, and took out a handkerchief to wipe it for her.

The smile at the corner of Yan Wanwan's mouth was even brighter, and even the words were so similar.

Yan Zheng looked at her with a little strange look, "What's wrong?"

She shook her head, "It's nothing." She raised her hand and hooked his arm, looked behind her, and someone had already taken the horse down. She was relieved, "Let's go! The sun is so sunny under the sun."

"I'll take it!" Yan Zheng saw that she was carrying a bag in her hand, so he took it over and held it in his hand.

With a subtle move, Yan Wanwan looked up at him, and the smile on her face became even more intense.

The couple held an oil-paper umbrella and walked in hand in hand.

"Husband is free today? Is it all done?" Yan Wanwan asked as he walked.

"Not yet, but today I happen to be free. I miss you, so I come back to see you." Yan Zheng replied, and the words "miss you" were said from him. It was plain, perhaps because of the dullness, that he seemed extra serious.

The smiley flowers holding the corners of Yan Wanwan's mouth bloomed because of this sentence, "Then I and my husband really have a connection. The mansion I want to go back to today is probably... I miss you a little."

Yan Zheng suddenly stopped and looked at her in a daze, but she smiled sly, like a swallow, slipped past him, and it turned out that she had arrived in the garden. There were more shades of trees, veranda, and more places to cover the sun, so she no longer had to hide under his umbrella.

"Hurry up, I have something for you to show you. I won't wait until it's out of date." Yan Wanwan's silver bell-like laughter came from the corridor.

Yan Zheng felt itchy and helpless, and he pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, and quickly followed.

She will be quicker than him. Anyway, she always lets him see it but can't touch it at a distance of a few steps.

Until she returned to Hechunyuan, she stopped running away and stood in the hall with a smile and looked at him.

He walked forward with a breath slightly, and after Shi Yan and Dai Qian bowed to them, he retreated consciously.

There were only two of them left in the room. Yan Zheng's eyes were stalemate on her from beginning to end, and the heat in his eyes could burn people.

"What do you want to show me?" he asked, his voice inexplicably hoarseness.

The two were half a distance away. Yan Wanwan smiled and looked at him. When he was stunned, he grabbed the bag in his hand. He twisted his waist and turned around and headed towards the inner room.

Yan Zheng was stunned for a moment before he reacted and followed.

In the inner room, Yan Wanwan had already opened the bag and spread it on the Eight Immortals table in the middle of the house. She stood by the table and was shaking off the things in the bag. "I promised to make the summer clothes for you. Come and try it quickly to see if it fits."

Only then did Yan Zheng see that she was holding a straight white body in her hand, and there was a bamboo-green dress on the table. He was stunned, "What you want to show me is these two clothes?"

"Otherwise?" Yan Wanwan raised her eyebrows and looked at him, "What do you think it is?"

He thought... Yan Zheng smiled embarrassedly.

Yan Wanwan narrowed her eyes and said, "What? You are not happy to make clothes for you? Didn't you say that at that time? I asked me to make clothes for you. Although it was a little late, it was hot and I could still catch up with what I wore. If you are not happy..."

"I'm not unhappy!" Yan Zheng hurriedly interrupted her and met Yan Wanwan's gaze. He said with great desire to survive, "Didn't I not expect the clothes to be prepared so soon? My wife has never measured the size for me."

"The Chunzhi Pavilion has been open for three years. I can tell you the size at a glance. How can I measure it? Don't worry, it must be a fit." Yan Wanwan said this very confidently and handed the clothes he was carrying to him.

"I'm not doubting my wife's skills, I just feel a little sorry..." Yan Zheng sighed.

What a pity? What a pity? Yan Wanwan was stunned and asked for a moment. The next moment, she turned her mind and suddenly raised her eyelashes and looked at him. Seeing his eyes burning and looking at her, her heart suddenly thrust, and there was nothing else to understand? She spat silently in her heart, lowered her eyes, but her ears quietly became hot.

"Stop talking nonsense, try it quickly! If you don't want it, give it back to me." Yan Wanwan said as she reached out to grab the clothes from his hand.

Yan Zheng naturally refused and rushed away, "Who said I don't want it? I only have the clothes I made for me with my own hands, so I'll try it." After the words, hesitantly stopped, and glanced at her hesitantly, "It's really a pity that my wife failed to measure the size for me personally. Why not change my clothes for me? Is it a consolation for me?"

Yan Wanwan couldn't believe how he used that clean voice and serious tone to say such indecent and shameless words?

"Robber!" Yan Wanwan stomped her feet and spat.

Yan Zheng did not continue to provoke her, and smiled and brought his clothes around the screen.

After changing his clothes, Yan Wanwan's eyes lit up. He was already good-looking, and the clothes she made with her hands were even more beautiful and beautiful, making people unable to take their eyes off their eyes.

Yan Zheng was a little disappointed, and the clothes were made too well. He wanted to find an opportunity to let his wife measure the size for him and had to lose his mind. However, the clothes were made fine and fit, which shows that his wife was very careful and he felt particularly comfortable.

Forget it, he thought, look for opportunities in the future! If you measure your size, the future will be long and there will always be a day that will come true.

He just tried both clothes one by one. The front one was white, the cuffs and collars were embroidered with bamboo leaf patterns, and the back one was a bamboo green plain face. Although there was no embroidery, the material was excellent and the workmanship was even more exquisite. Even the threaded head was picked in and it was hidden very well.

This was originally done by his wife for him, and he already liked it very much, and now he naturally liked it even more. He immediately put on his clothes and did not take it off. He bowed to Yan Wanwanqing sincerely and said, "Thank you, my wife!"
Chapter completed!