The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

Liang chenchuan went to the bathroom, washed his face with cold water, and looked at himself in the mirror, a little distracted.

During this period of time, he can detect something wrong with himself.

Very irritable.

Especially when he is alone at home every day, he can always remember fan Cuiling's appearance at home.

Then he moved to the camp and didn't move back until fan Cuiling came back.

After coming back, I felt that my previous irritability was gone.

Now, he seems to know why he is upset and why he is better.

He fell in love with his niece!

Although this is a niece who can't beat eight poles.

Liang chenchuan rubbed his face irritably.

It used to be that he didn't admit it. In fact, he was subconsciously attracted to this young, beautiful and sunny girl when he didn't know it.

"Liang chenchuan... Are you okay?" At the door, fan Cuiling knocked on the bathroom door.

It seems that she would call him uncle only if she asked him for help.

Moreover, I don't know when she even called his name, and he didn't object and scold, and then it became what it is now.

Even, Liang chenchuan felt that his name was still very pleasant to hear when it was shouted out of her mouth.

It's terrible.

He unexpectedly fell into so deep unconsciously.

"I'm fine." Liang chenchuan opened the door. Fan Cuiling was about to push the door, and then the door suddenly opened from inside. She was unprepared, so she rushed directly into Liang chenchuan's arms.

Liang chenchuan, "..."

Fan Cuiling was held rigidly in her arms. Even through her clothes, she could feel the breath of a girl on her body.

"You... Cook dumplings first." Liang chenchuan pushed fan Cuiling away stiffly, and then slammed the door shut.

Then fan Cuiling heard the sound of flowers and water droplets inside.

"What a good bath." Fan Cuiling murmured in a low voice, and then shouted, "hurry up, my dumplings will be cooked soon, and they won't taste good after being put for too long."

I don't know if Liang chenchuan heard it inside.

"What's the matter with you?" At dinner, fan Cuiling asked him, "you didn't look at me right from the outside. Did I offend you?"

Liang chenchuan, "yes?"

Why not?

Fancuiling didn't want to talk anymore and ate the dumplings.

I thought it was delicious, but the more I ate, the less appetite I had.

Instead, it's Liang chenchuan. I haven't eaten her dumplings for a long time. I miss them very much and eat them very delicious.

Finally, she ate yebala from fan Cuiling's bowl in her own bowl.

Fan Cuiling, "..."

Are you so hungry?

Besides, those are the leftovers of her food. Isn't this person a slight cleanliness addict?

Don't you dislike it?

Besides, is this an indirect kiss?

Fancuiling thought of this, the whole person is like cooked red shrimp.

He bowed his head and didn't clean up the dishes and chopsticks. He hurried back to his room.

Behind her, Liang chenchuan, who was eating incense, also put down his chopsticks and looked at her back as she left. He also lost his appetite.

This night, two people slept in two rooms, but they both had the same insomnia.

Tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

After counting tens of thousands of sheep, fan Cuiling still couldn't sleep. She simply lifted the quilt and climbed up.

Since you can't sleep, go to practice on the balcony.

Maybe you can sleep when you are tired of practice.

"Who?"