Magic cool husband only loves his naughty wife

"I'm learning from Mommy to knit a sweater. I learned how to knit this sleeve from books. Is it good?" Night Xuan Ye raised his hand, and unknowingly, he had woven half of his sleeves, and his face was full of expectation.

"Young master, you're so smart. You can weave it from the book, and there's a pattern. It's really good." Aunt Yun took the sleeve in his hand and looked at it for a few times. She was surprised to find that he could grasp the key weaving. God, it turns out that the young master is talented in knitting sweaters. In contrast, the young lady's is simply ugly.

"You stinky boy, who asked you to knit it? You're a child. Why do you knit a sweater? You don't have anyone you like to give it to." God, even a child can knit her sleeves so well. She's going to hit tofu. Don't pull her.

"Can't you knit without someone you like? Shall I knit it for Mommy? " I don't know someone is jealous of himself. Yexuanye said very seriously.

"Well, no, I have a lot of clothes. You don't have to give them. You'd better give them to her when you have a favorite in the future. You remember that the first sweater you knit should be given to your favorite person. This makes sense, you know?" She can't deprive his future wife of her rights. Xia houxuan'er finds reasons for her poor behavior.

"Oh, I see." It turned out that you can knit a sweater if you want to find someone you like. Yexuanye obediently removed one of the woven sleeves without doubting her words.

"That's good. Well, don't hinder me from knitting a sweater. Go out and play with Miao er." Even a seven year old child weaves better than her. She really doesn't want to be a man.

"I hate miao'er. I don't want to play with her." Night Xuan Ye immediately shook his head and said.

"If you don't like playing with her, go play with Xueyu and ask her to teach you your housekeeping skills. I heard that she sweeps her legs very well. Go and ask her to call you." Xia Hou xuan'er said seductively.

"Really? OK, I'll go to Aunt Xue and teach me how to sweep my legs. " Sure enough, the silly boy immediately jumped up and ran outside.

"Let him here, the pressure is great." Xia Hou xuan'er reached out and quietly wiped a drop of cold sweat from her forehead.

"Young lady, do you still want to knit?" Being hit by the young master like this, she should have no motivation to weave again, aunt Yun thought so.

"Why not? It must be. I don't believe I can't even a seven-year-old child. If I don't knit a sweater, I don't have Xiahou. Damn it, go on." With an unyielding pride, Xia Hou xuan'er continued to fight with the wool.

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Yechen Feng has heard that pregnant women are easily tired, but Xia Hou Xuaner's stomach hasn't spit out. Pregnant women like her should not be so tired.

These days, he left work early every day. Every time he came back, he saw that she didn't sleep enough, as if she had done a lot of work.

"Wife, what are you doing these days? Are you tired?" Seeing her listless appearance, he couldn't help feeling distressed.

"I'm not busy. I either eat or sleep at home every day. Husband, it's only three o'clock in the afternoon. You get off work too early." She had just taken a nap and he had come back before she planned to knit a sweater. That's no good. She has made progress recently, but he didn't come back so early. It feels like he just went out and she didn't have time to miss him first. He came back.

It is expected to be finished next week. Rice ball QQ: 1977652223