Back To 80s: Husband, You Are Under Arrest

Seeing that there was no one around, Lu Qingyao took two steps forward and hugged his wife.

Ning Qing took the opportunity to hang on his body, "Hubby, last night, I made a Valentine's Day cake."

"You can eat it before your birthday?"

"Of course, the conditions are good in the future. If you want some cream cake, you can make it anytime."

"When you cook again, teach me. When I have the chance, I'll make it for you."

"Sure, when will it be?"

The man thought seriously for a while. "When the children are old enough to go out to college."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sound came from upstairs.

The next moment, the two children appeared in front of their parents. Seeing their parents act intimately, they immediately covered their teeth with sour expressions on their faces.

Ning Qing coughed dryly, then got down from his husband's body in embarrassment: "Um, you guys wash your hands, we, are preparing to leave."

Ranran was the first to finish packing, he ran over to his mother and asked curiously: "Mom, what day is it today for you and dad?"

Ning Qing pinched his daughter's nose, "You'll know when you grow up."

"I've grown up!"

"Then, when you have ten more years, you will know what the holiday is like today."

"Fine."

The four members of the Lu family headed towards the state restaurant in Hu County.

After dinner, Lu Qingyao brought his wife and children to the photographic shop.

Because Xiangjun and Xiangdang were not here, he did not request for the rest of the family to belong to him.

After taking a few photos of the two children individually, Lu Qingyao got his master to find a picture for him and his wife.

Ning Qing was full of joy as he waited for the first Valentine's Day present.

Who would have thought that the moment Lu Qingyao entered, he would rush towards the army without even giving the woman a chance to react.

Ning Qing was speechless. Hmm, she didn't know how to comfort herself either.

She did not think that a straight man would give her any romantic ideas, but she also did not expect that she would lose everything from just eating!

If he was going to die, it would be taking a photo today.

However, it was always taken in the past, so it was not strange at all, let alone being a Valentine's Day gift.

Ning Qing returned home dejectedly, and simply did not notice that there was someone staring at her back the entire time.

The children also noticed their mother's unhappiness and thought that they were tired. The two quietly sat in the living room, one drawing and one practicing. No one dared to be naughty or go out to play.

This state continued until Lu Qingyao returned.

It was rare for him to see two children so quiet. "What are you doing?"

Why was he so obedient today? Could it be that he had gotten into trouble and was scolded by his wife?

Just as he was about to open his mouth, he heard his father ask, "Where's your mother?"

"Rest upstairs."

"I'll go up and take a look."

He touched his pockets guiltily and walked upstairs in large strides.

Ranran looked at his brother, and said without a sound: "I keep having the feeling that there's something going on between my parents."

With a small hand, he pointed at the book and silently said, "Continue."

Upstairs, Ning Qingzheng was on the bed chasing after books.

However, the page had not been turned in a long time.

She said she missed TV sets, computers, cell phones!

At least, when she was sulking, there was something she could amuse herself with.

Suddenly, the door opened.

Ning Qing thought that the children were hungry, so he got up to cook when he saw his husband walk in.

She raised her eyebrows. "I'm back."

Lu Qingyao acknowledged, and just as he walked to the door, he stopped.

He felt that his wife was acting weird. Although her tone was the same as usual, why was there no smile on her face? Strange!

On Chen Nianru's side.

This morning, when Chen Nianru woke up, there was a bouquet of roses by his bedside.

She was stunned for a moment before calculating the time, a faint smile appearing on her face.

Originally … It's Valentine's Day!

She told Qin Weiyu about the secret that she came from a few decades later, and of course she mentioned about the festivals of the later generations as well.

This time, she was the only one who came back from the capital —

The woman suddenly understood why her husband wouldn't let the three children come back with him.

So he was planning this day!

As soon as she put on her clothes and went out, she found plum petals spread all the way out the door, all the way to the stairs.

There were also two balloons tied to the stairs. The man had painted her in his spare time on the living room wall.

The two rows at the same time were like a story —

Dressed in a red wedding gown with tears in her eyes, the lady came to the middle with a man to admire the plum, the snow, and the flower lanterns.

In the end, the gongs and drums were loud and the drums were loud. He stood on the ancient building's stage with his hands behind his back. It was snowing heavily and his facial features could not be seen clearly.

In the last row, from quarreling and feeling unlucky, to the final battle, he dominated the world.

The woman was forced by her eunuchs to commit suicide in front of the palace hall.

Chen Nianru's heart suddenly hurt, and he reached out to touch the last painting.

Perhaps she was thinking of love and sadness as she looked at these paintings … Tears welled up in his eyes.

After a while, the woman tilted her head and took a deep breath, wondering why her husband would hang these paintings here. Then, she went into the kitchen to prepare lunch.

Actually, she wasn't very good at cooking. She only knew how to cook some food.

But today, because the days were special, she obviously wanted to make a big meal. Fortunately, she gave Ning Qing a lot of recipes before he came along.

However, even if there were steps, she still lacked a lot of things. She always felt that something was wrong with the things she made.

At noon today, Qin Weiyu did not return home, nor did she think that time would fly by.

In the afternoon, when Chen Nianru came back from the Non-Staple Food Factory, he coincidentally met a person from the post office who placed the letter at the entrance.

"Teacher Chen is back?" I told you, I didn't even make a sound when I called you. "

As he spoke, he handed the letter over.

Chen Nianru smiled politely, "Thank you."

She took a glance and saw that it was from Hu County. The smile on her face grew even wider.

The woman opened the letter as she walked in. When she saw the list of books, she suddenly realized —

There was already a romance novel going on!

Finally, he no longer needed to use 'Dream of the Red Chamber' and 'Journey to the West' to kill time!

Chen Nianru placed the thing in his hand on the table excitedly and went upstairs to write a reply to Ning Qing.

In the evening, around 7 PM.

When she finished preparing the today's feast and placed them on the table, Qin Weiyu walked in from the outside.

He had brought in some snow when he opened the door.

Chen Nianru smiled, "Hubby, the snow outside is getting heavier?"

"Mm. Originally …" He decided to bring his wife along to admire the plum blossom. Seems like he had no choice but to give up!

When the man turned around, he saw the dishes on the table and raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Madam, why are you cooking today?"

Suddenly, an ancient saying appeared again.

Fortunately, Chen Nianru was already used to it. She pointed at the rose in the middle of the table and said, "It's pretty hard to get one, right?"

"It won't be difficult for you."

His thin lips curled up as he hung his coat at the door and walked in. He looked at the woman who appeared cute under the light and thought to himself, "Madam, you should open up the layer of the wardrobe in our bedroom."

Chen Nianru's eyes lit up. Could it be that there was a surprise?

Qin Weiyu looked at the giggling Madame as she turned and went upstairs. She gave a doting smile and then looked at the paintings on the wall. His eyes flashed with a dejected look mixed with a lot of pain.