Cannon fodder stepmother dressed as a male protagonist

Chapter 43 Little Ancestor!
Jiang Huai used the remaining plastic sheeting to simply make a curtain so that Sun Qing would not be exposed to the open air when he took a shower later.

After it was finished, I realized that the plastic sheet he bought was too see-through and hazy, it might as well be without it.

Just about to take off the plastic sheeting and replace it with a cloth curtain, Sun Qing's hair has already been washed.

"Honey, have you fixed the bathing place for me? That's great, I love you!" Sun Qing happily hugged the basin, humming a song while bouncing into it.

Like a kitten moving house, it moved all the things back and forth twice, and directly ordered the river to be watered.

"Husband, hurry up, don't hurry up, Xiaohai will be back soon!" Sun Qing walked to the plastic cloth, said while taking off the towel and putting it outside.

"Husband, hurry up and hold it, don't get it dirty, it needs to be covered at night." As he said, he kept waving his hands like water onions.

Jiang Huai sighed silently, grabbed the hot towel and put it aside, and hurried to pour water for the little ancestor.

Now when he hears Sun Qing calling her husband, he feels as if he is reciting a magic spell, his scalp tightens!

"The water is ready, I'll boil another pot!" Jiang Huai put two basins of water on the edge of the plastic cloth, turned around and left quickly.

Sun Qing tested the plastic cloth with his palm, and the palm prints and fine hairs could be seen clearly.

Looking at the man running as if being run over by a dog, the corners of his lips twitched triumphantly.

"Husband, do you want to wash it or not? Let's go together?"

There was a burst of panic in response to Sun Qing, and Sun Qing smiled like a fox who stole meat, and happily started to take a bath.

Annoyed, Jiang Huai glanced in Sun Qing's direction, and he quickly retracted his gaze because of the hazy hotness.Quickly sweep up the broken cup and throw it in the trash bag.

Sun Qing took a bath and changed four basins of water. Every time she asked for water, she just called Jiang Huai.

No matter how difficult the conditions are, hygiene cannot be left behind.

Sun Qing was delighted, and Jiang Huai almost put the basin on himself several times.After a flurry of hands and feet, I finally finished washing.

Hearing that Sun Qing asked for a towel, Jiang Huai felt as if he had received an amnesty, he didn't think about anything, and hurriedly handed the towel to his little ancestor.

"I'm done, it's your turn!" Sun Qing came out happily, after a long time of hot water, her face was rosy and pale, like a peach blossom in full bloom, making people want to pinch it The petals are kneaded and twisted in the hands.

This time the towel was not wrapped into silkworm chrysalis as before, but into a creative version of Hanfu, which can be used as a wipe as soon as it is wrapped.

"Husband, help me bring in my clothes. I'm going to change in the house." After Sun Qing finished speaking, she was immediately rushed into the house with a towel.

Jiang Huai sighed silently as he looked at the person who entered the house in a short time, and followed up with his clothes as if compromising.

As soon as he opened the door and went in, he saw Sun Qing casually throwing the towel on the table.Jiang Huai only felt that his breathing began to tighten again, and his hot blood rushed to the top of his head.

"The clothes are here, I'm going out first." Jiang Huai hurried out and quickly closed the door.

Sun Qing glanced at the door indifferently, she didn't care, what was he doing so fast?
Afraid that the newly married daughter-in-law will find out that she is not good enough?
Tsk, old man with low self-esteem.

He quickly changed his clothes, and quickly shook out the towel to dry. His hair was black and long and straight, which looked pretty, but it was a pity that washing his hair was a hassle.

I have to go to the barber tomorrow to cut it short.

While brushing her hair, Sun Qing planned for tomorrow.

When the hair is no longer dripping, comb it smoothly and leave it alone.

Just as the door was about to be opened for air, there was a knock on the door.

"Dad, open the door!"

Come on, the big boy of resentment is back!

(End of this chapter)