The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

"You... Why are you here?" Wang Shuyun coughed for a long time before coming over. Looking at Yang Aiguo, she said.

Can't he come?

Yang Aiguo glanced at Tian Wenbai beside him faintly, but he didn't like it.

Gu Lingling gave up her seat with eyes.

Wang Shuyun, "..."

What are these two things to do?

She is not ready to face Yang Aiguo.

With your head down, where can you still talk and laugh just now?

Yang Aiguo was angry again.

Gu Lingling here has added bowls and chopsticks for him, and picked up chopsticks to clip her favorite dishes for Wang Shuyun.

Then, the scene suddenly became a little strange.

Wang Shuyun, who was originally very talkative, just lowered her head to eat, while Yang Aiguo, who had just arrived, sat there in a straight military uniform to feed her.

Others looked at them silently, and then ate with them.

Today's hot pot is really delicious.

Yang Yunhai didn't go in, but drove and waited at the door, determined to pick up his daughter-in-law as soon as she came out. As for his mother, it was time to face Lao Yang.

Alas... He leaned lazily on the car and sighed a long sigh.

Having such parents is really annoying for him.

But when you go back, you must clean up this smelly girl, and you must be interrogated clearly. How many places does he rank in her heart?

The blackbird king who nestled in the back of the car was lazily combing his feathers, and suddenly stood up excitedly.

What's the number?

Definitely not the top three!

The master should spoil it. He will always be the first in its heart.

Just thinking about it, my head suddenly hurt.

There is something on the rear seat.

Hum

It can't even think about it. It's really inhuman... No, there's no bird path!

Bird path?

Yang Yunhai Feng's eyes looked at its bright feathers. Do you want to pull them out and roast them at night?

This guy has been drinking spring water for so many years and has been living there. The bird meat must be much more delicious than other birds.

Blackbird, "..."

no

It's not delicious at all.

Besides, who thought he would send a message to his master after eating it? Or is it the carrier pigeon that spreads instantly, faster than telegram and telephone.

The blackbird wailed twice, and then hid in a small corner, never daring to come out again.

It's not... I don't dare to come out and grab the favor of my mistress anymore.

The hostess will always be the first in the master's mind, and it will never dare again.

Gu Lingling didn't know that Yang Yunhai was waiting for her outside. Tian Wenbai was telling her about the history of the Tian family. She listened with interest. Even Yang Aiguo looked at her twice and didn't notice it.

Wang Shuyun's eating speed gradually slowed down, but she didn't dare to look up. In addition, the hot pot was already slow, so she let Yang Yunhai wait outside for more than two hours after eating this meal.

Several times he wanted to rush in and pull the heartless little girl out, but he was completely convinced by reason.

It's all right, it's all right. If you clean up at night, you'll make her cry for mercy.

"If I can, I hope to see her as soon as possible." Tian Wenbai finally said.

"I'll go back when I finish the exam." Gu Lingling narrowed her eyes and said with a smile.

Although it is possible that her grandmother is not Tian Wenbai's aunt, Gu Lingling still has a good impression of him.

Overseas Chinese hotel, where she worked in her previous life.

It can be said that it gave her a second life.