dumb wife farming

Chapter 707 Are you instigating me?

Ever since Shen An and Song Yao took Zhuang Zhuang away, Qin Jin felt very restless, and even the good tea became tasteless in his mouth.Feng Yu could see clearly from one side, he bent over and said with a little laughter: "Master, let's go to Shen's house, it's not far from our place."

Qin Jin frowned, but his posture was still there.

"Let the little master be there alone, and the subordinates are a little worried." Not sure if the master is embarrassing, Feng Yu took all the blame on himself.

Qin Jin sat there for a while, and just when Feng Yu's neck was about to break, he nodded.

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The yard that prefect Meng found is very good, the front and back yards are very large, and there are quite a few houses.

After tidying up their husband and wife's residence, Song Yao carried a lot of things to the next room.Seeing Song Yao leave, Zhuang Zhuang immediately followed behind.

"Mother, all you are holding is my little quilt, is this for me?" The little guy asked in a childish voice while nibbling on the little jerky in his hand.

Song Yao nodded: "Yes, when you can come back to live, you will have your own room."

She brought these things from Xuzhou. She personally made these small quilts and quilts with Aunt Sun, using the softest cotton and the most comfortable material. As for the small pillows, Aunt Sun specially gave them The little guy turned into a little tiger.

"But I want to sleep with my mother tonight?" Zhuang Zhuang can only stay here for one day, he doesn't want to sleep alone.

"Okay." Song Yao agreed very happily, and she also wanted to die for this cute little guy.

"Yaoyao, I'll go to the yard to set up logs, and you two will come out when you're done!" When the mother and son were busy, Shen An's voice came from outside.

Hearing Shen An's words, Zhuang Zhuang immediately rolled around on the quilt, and asked Song Yao curiously: "Mother, what are you doing with the wood?"

"I asked him to fight. Your third uncle said that he would send someone to bring me some grape seedlings. I was thinking about planting some." Song Yao laughed. Ah, the little guy smacked his face.

Zhuang Zhuang chuckled, the little guy turned around on the bed like a tumbler, and happily asked Song Yao: "Mother, can you let Daddy set up a swing?"

In the past, when it was time for cold food during the Qingming Festival, many families with children in the village would set up swings, and Zhuang Zhuang also wanted a swing.

"Okay, let's go talk to your father." Song Yao pinched her son's little face, and after tidying up the kang, she reached out and hugged the fat baby, and then the mother and son took the little fat dog out to find Shen It's settled.

"Master, I want to play on the swing, why don't you build me a swing?" Song Yao went up and hugged Shen An from behind.Shen An shuddered at Song Yao's words.But looking at the pair of little hands around his waist, he had a gentle expression on his face: "Okay."

When Song Yao heard this, she turned her head and blinked at her son, and Zhuang Zhuang jumped up happily.

When Qin Jin and the others arrived, they happened to take this scene into their eyes. The happy smiles of the two big and one small were very bright, and Feng Yudu laughed along with the infection.

When Song Yao let go of Shen An, she happened to see these two people coming.

When she saw these two people, she didn't shy away from anything. Instead, she asked them naturally: "Hey, you came at a good time. Can you help me set up a swing?"

Qin Jin's black face: "Are you instigating this king?"

Song Yao smiled happily: "No, I'm looking for Father Zhuang for help."

When Zhuang Zhuang heard this, he ran forward and hugged Qin Jin's leg, fearing that others would not know the same and shouted: "This is Zhuang Zhuang's father."

Feng Yu: "Poof..." I couldn't help laughing.

(End of this chapter)