The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

When they first met, she wore a white dress, while Yang Aiguo turned into a white shirt and black pants, handsome and handsome.

But at that time, she fell in love with Xu Yibo wholeheartedly, and was attracted by his talent, so that she ignored Yang Aiguo, and even never looked at him in her eyes.

In fact, Yang Aiguo's talent is not inferior to Xu Yibo's, and he is the strongest among the children in the courtyard of the military region, whether riding, shooting or fighting.

It's the only son-in-law in Kyoto's mother-in-law's heart.

But she was taken down by her rotten cabbage, and she didn't know how to cherish him.

"Why do you have white hair?" Wang Shuyun's eyes were sour, and her hand wanted to touch his temples, but Yang Aiguo stopped her, "they are all over 40, can they not have white hair?"

"If you don't think it looks good, I can dye my hair. I heard that there is a hair dye that can dye white hair black." He said nervously.

"No, it's good." Wang Shuyun turned her head sadly and looked at the dumplings on the table. "You haven't eaten, have you eaten some dumplings?"

"Just now, you haven't answered my question." Yang Aiguo didn't let go of her hand, "OK?"

"You also said that you are old. What else is good?" Wang Shuyun said awkwardly, "I'm sorry for you, but I just don't know how to tell you that..."

At the thought of what she had done before, she felt that she owed him too much.

But if she went further, there was a sense of inexplicable panic in her heart. This panic always wanted her to escape.

So every time she is like an ostrich.

"Do you just want us to be like this in this life?" Seeing that she was a little angry, Yang Aiguo loosened her hand, "I don't want to."

Maybe he could still be calm before, but the more he is with her in recent years, the more he wants to ask for more.

The mentality is different from before.

If he doesn't get the reward and goes on like before, he doesn't know whether he will do something as crazy as last night.

Yang Aiguo knew that the problem with the wine was only the second, and more importantly, his heart wanted too much.

Therefore, I will ask her again and again recklessly.

Wang Shuyun was relieved by his hand.

"I..." I opened my mouth to say something, and was kissed by Yang Aiguo.

"Sobbing..." she wanted to resist, but finally she was dominated by the strong Yang Aiguo, and soon became addicted to his breath.

Waiting to slow down again, the whole person has been soft on Yang Aiguo's arms.

"You also have feelings for me, don't you?" Yang Aiguo kissed again. She smiled and said, "Wang Shuyun, can you stop being so counselled?"

In fact, he is also very counselled.

He used to be afraid of hurting her. Now, Yang Aiguo seems to have found a way to get along with Wang Shuyun.

"Stop kissing me." Wang Shuyun leaned against his arms and protested.

But her eyebrows and eyes were full of affection, and her voice also had a charming smell in it. The strength of this protest was almost the same as the invitation.

Yang Aiguo smiled stiffly and kissed her earlobe. "OK, I know."

Know?

Know what?

Damn it.

You know, why kiss her?

"Just like it." Yang Aiguo kissed again.

It's not enough to kiss.

A lot of age, like a young man in love, is also drunk.