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this morning.

Ye Qingchen was still sleeping beside Lu Zhou, but as soon as Lu Zhou moved, she woke up.

She looked at the clock on the wall, but it was eight in the morning. She sighed lazily, "Why is it so early today."

Lu Zhou kissed her forehead lightly, "There are a lot of things to do today, you go to sleep."

Ye Qingchen wanted to get up after hearing this, "I'll get you some noodles. Go and brush your teeth."

That's what she said, but she was too lazy to get up.

Lu Zhou stroked her face, "It's okay, go to sleep, I'll make my own breakfast later. I'll cook you a porridge, and you'll wake up and drink it hot."

Ye Qingchen could only laugh after hearing this, rubbed the bags under his eyes and went back to sleep.

Lu Zhou was amused for a while when he saw her appearance, the little girl became more "lazy" as she grew older and went back. He got up and cooked porridge and noodles, and after Hu ate some, he went to work.

.....

"Aha......"

Ye Qingchen squinted and got up, her hair was a little disheveled, she barely combed her hands, and then it was ten o'clock.

When she got up and changed her clothes, she thought about it and put on another sweater, for fear of catching a cold on her stomach. After taking a look in the full-length mirror, she laughed at the corners of her mouth, making her look fatter.

After changing to the bathroom, dressing, washing, and applying some skin care products, it was already half an hour later.

The dining table was a bit messy, obviously Lu Zhou was in a hurry and left in a hurry after eating.

Ye Qingchen looked at the uneaten spare ribs next to the bowl, shook his head and smiled. Lu Zhou guessed that he put the spare ribs from yesterday's dinner directly into his face.

She muttered, "It's the same as what a dog eats, but it's not cleaner."

After that, she packed the bones into Lu Zhou's bowl, then went to the kitchen, heated the porridge cooked by Lu Zhou, filled the bowl, and sat on the dining table to drink slowly.

She probably had more mouths in her stomach. She drank a lot, and the porridge was hot, so it took a lot of time to eat breakfast.

After cleaning up the tableware, Ye Qingchen took out his mobile phone, turned on the music player, played some violin music, and then put it in his pocket.

This is a habit that has only been developed recently. In the past, she herself knew better about appreciating songs with lyrics. Of course, this appreciation is probably on a more ordinary level.

Although prenatal education and the like may not sound like that, but she still insists that she would rather believe it.

Accompanied by the music, she went to the bathroom to clean up the dirty clothes that had been dumped on the balcony, and folded the fresh clothes on the drying rack and put them back in the room.

When she was done, she took a watering vase and filled it with water, and while watering the flowers and plants on the balcony, she bathed in sunlight for a while.

Sprinkling against the sun, the water droplets on the leaves are extraordinarily crystal clear. A few are old and withered, they were moved from the old house, and some were even planted by their mother Ye Ping at the time. The new ones were picked by the old man who was selling flowers at the entrance of the market with Luzhou when he first entered the house.

After pouring it and checking the time, Ye Qingchen went to the kitchen to place rice for two people in the rice cooker.

She leaned back on the sofa and picked up the magazine beside her. Lu Zhou recommended some online novels to her, but she read some on the tablet at home.

Just after reading a few, she felt that it was easy to become addicted to the tablet, and she broke it early. Occasionally look at it for a while at most.

It was almost twelve o'clock, Ye Qingchen got up from the sofa and took some ingredients from the refrigerator into the kitchen.

After about a while of work, the sound of the key opening the door came from the door. It was Lu Zhou who came back.

"You're back? Just wait a bit longer." She smiled and said to Lu Zhou behind her.

Lu Zhou hugged her from behind, but it was a little dishonest, Ye Qingchen patted his hand directly, "I washed the dishes in the morning, and dried the clothes on the balcony."

Lu Zhou laughed, "As per your order."

That being said, Lu Zhou still wiped the oil in his hands, making Ye Qingchen a little out of temper.

When the meal was ready, Ye Qingchen brought the rice bowl to Lu Zhou and said, "Lu Zhou. Does it make you fat by wearing it like this?"

She had been struggling with this idea for a long time.

Lu Zhou raised his head and glanced at her, "emm...you're fat, and there are probably no skinny people in the world."

Ye Qingchen flicked his forehead, "I said clothes."

Lu Zhou, "?!"

Ye Qingchen was helpless, this careless rough man. She took the chicken leg and put it in Luzhou's bowl, "Eat it clean. It's like eating a dog in the morning, so be in a hurry."

Lu Zhou took the chicken leg and ate it, "I was in a hurry in the morning, and I was in a hurry after reading last night's email."

"A colleague's?" Ye Qingchen asked.

"Well. It was sent by Lao Cheng in the middle of the night."

After Ye Qingchen heard that, she saw that Lu Zhou was a little absent-minded, so she didn't ask any more questions and ate lunch quietly.

After dinner, the two rested on the sofa for a while, and after some gossip, they went into the room to take a nap.

After closing and opening his eyes, Lu Zhou was not around when Ye Qingchen got up again.

She shook her head and sighed slightly. In the past, it was one thing to get used to being alone, but when you live together, you understand another experience of being alone.

Of course, the decision is made by oneself, and it is difficult to say the next one or two years.

Out of the door, the dining table and kitchen Luzhou have been cleaned up. She smiled slightly, which was something that happened recently.

She entered the study, first sorted out some of the previous paintings, and then fell into fantasy, sketching the imagined appearance little by little by feeling.

Occasionally when she gets a little tired from sitting, she gets up and stretches her muscles and bones, pours a glass of water, or goes to the kitchen to wash some fruits and vegetables.

"Ding~"

It was Lu Zhou who sent a WeChat message.

The message was first an emoji package of "Little Leaf" kneeling on the keyboard. This is what Lu Zhou asked himself to draw when WeChat was going to launch an emoji package a few days ago.

At first, she didn't quite understand it, but after she understood Lu Zhou's words, she was a little loose. One painting was dozens of expressions with a soft and cute style and a little bit of cheapness. This cheapness is based on what Luzhou reveals in daily life.

She smiled slightly, and below Lu Zhou's text message attached a screenshot.

"My wife, I beg to experience a wave of 'public account' functions. In the 'address book' sub-column, you can first search for an account called 'I am Lu Dasha', there is some content in it, you can take a look. ."

Ye Qingchen smiled and read the name of the official account twice. This is something Lu Zhou has often mentioned to her since WeChat went online. It seems that he also takes her opinion very seriously. This feeling of being valued is comforting.

Occasionally, this idiot also has his own unique romantic way, like sending a "520" to himself when the micro wallet goes online.

She shook her head and opened Dasha's official account. Introduction: The little white face raised by little leaves.

Ye Qingchen smiled and clicked to follow, and received an article on his phone.

"A Letter from 2018":

"Hello, dear little leaf, or good afternoon, Mrs.

Although this is illusory, I have to tell you very seriously that this is a letter from the future.

I, Lu Dasha in 2018, solemnly tell you: In addition to the baby in your belly, we will have a baby next. Quietly tell you, a man and a woman make up a good one. Therefore, the revolution has not yet succeeded, and I hope that Comrade Xiaoye will continue to work hard.

Although after having two children, I often wanted a football team, but thinking about you would be a little hard, and this matter was finally put on hold.

The son is somewhat naughty, often making the girl cry, and at least begging for a beating. Exactly the same as mine. The daughter is very quiet and pleasant. If she wears a little white dress, she will naturally be carved in the same mold as you. The two children grew up healthy and healthy, nothing major.

If you say the biggest thing recently~www.readwn.com~ is that you woke up this morning and found another crow's feet. As for why it's a big deal, it's because I killed you once, and I broke a keyboard again.

Don't laugh, really. You smile so beautifully that I don't dare to look at it. cough cough.

Although I still had my conscience this morning and said that crow's feet look good, I probably still miss you who is reading the letter now. But think again, when your son was born in the early years, you worked hard and dealt with **** and urine for several years. Maybe it's the cause of your recent crow's feet, I guess.

So, in order to make me feel less guilty in the future, and you will have less wrinkles, remember to make way for more diapers and diapers in a few months. Cheeky, he'll say yes.

As for troublesome things, it's the same as when you were pregnant. I'm still very busy now.

Thinking about all these years, I'm not really a worry-free person, you have to keep worrying about it all the time.

The bigger the house is, the better the life is. The more I want to give you more, but in the end I realize that what you give me is the best.

I'm still stupid today, and the big idiot who's still at work is no different. So, if you are really unhappy, tired, and tired, please be sure to let him know. Although he may not be able to do anything, he can always be funny.

Probably so. We are still doing well in 2018, please rest assured.

Oh. Finally, remember to send him a voice to talk about the experience of the public account.

Love you. "

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