Be Careful General's Wife!

Liu's illness for a few days, a little better, can also stay, but all day long lament.

Song Heng would go to her courtyard every morning to sit and talk with her. In the afternoon, he would stay in the study. After dinner in the evening, he would go to Qiushi academy to see his two sons and ask about Ziling's schoolwork.

That day, Song Heng came to Qiushi courtyard again, holding a boy an and talking to song Ziling in the main room.

Xia Zhu and Dong Mei warm milk for the boy in the kitchen.

"Dongmei, do you think the general and his wife are strange?" Xia Zhu squats in front of the small stove and looks at Dongmei.

"What's strange?" Dongmei asked her.

Xia Zhu saw no one outside the door and whispered to Dongmei: "even though the general comes to Qiushi yard every day, he has never stayed there."

There used to be a little lady, but now there is no one. Since my uncle moved out, the general didn't stay in Qiushi courtyard any more.

In fact, Dongmei felt a little strange at first. However, she heard the little flowers in the old lady's yard say that the general didn't stay overnight because his wife had been in poor health after giving birth, and the general slept in the study every day for fear of hurting his wife.

Dongmei whispered to Xia Zhu: "the general does not stay for the sake of his wife."

"Why is it better to be a lady without staying up?" Xia Zhu looks at Dongmei and asks.

Dongmei glanced at her, got close to her ear, covered her mouth with her hand, and murmured to her.

Xia Zhu listened and blushed. After Dongmei finished, she touched her hot face and said, "our general is really considerate."

It turned out that the general didn't stay because of this. She thought it was the relationship between the general and his wife!

When the milk was hot, Dongmei was served in a porcelain bowl and brought to the main room.

"Give it to me!" Shen Wan reaches for the milk bowl in Dongmei's hand.

Dongmei put the milk bowl in her wife's hand, and then stood waiting.

"It's time for Zian to drink grandma." Shen Wan said to song henghuai's son in a whiny voice.

"Ah ah..." Ann opened his mouth and waited for his mother to feed him.

Seeing that her son didn't intend to leave his father's arms, Shen Wan opened Song Heng's eyes and fed him like this.

After feeding a few spoonfuls, Song Heng saw that his son's mouth was leaking milk, so he wiped his son with his sleeve.

The hand that took out handkerchief and was about to wipe his son's mouth froze, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smoke. The way the old man wiped his son's mouth was too rough and wild.

At first, she thought that Song Heng might not like this child because she gave birth to the child, and regarded the child as a monster. But now it seems that he also likes zi'an.

Shen Wan pinches the handkerchief in her hand and continues to feed milk to xiaoxiaoan.

"Zi'an, can you give me a drink?" Song Ziling put her head together.

The boy drank milk and looked at his brother with his bright eyes. When his mother twisted another spoon to his mouth, he pushed the spoon to his brother's direction with his soft little hands.

The people in the room were happy. Huier said with a smile, "young master is really good. I know how humble I am when I am so young."

Song Ziling's heart was almost adored by his younger brother. What kind of immortal brother is this? He decided that whoever dares to bully his boy an, he will beat the man crying for his father and mother.

"Brother don't drink, Zian drink, we son an drink, grow up quickly, brother can take you to play." Song Ziling felt the soft hair on her brother's head and felt that it felt very good.

"Ah..." The boy an pushed the spoon in his mother's hand to his brother's direction and pursed his lips to make a drink.

"Ha ha..." Shen Wan was amused by her son's lovely action.

How can she be so lovely as a baby son!

Seeing Shen Wan's smile, Song Heng lost his mind for a moment. It seems that she hasn't had such a happy smile for a long time. It's nice to see her smile like this.

"Good, brother Song Ziling took a sip, and then he made a puff on his brother's face.

"Cluck..." Boy an clapped his hands and laughed happily.

Looking at his smiling wife, sensible eldest son and lovely little son, Song Heng suddenly has a sense of happiness in his heart. Isn't this the kind of simple and warm life he wants?