Although she felt that her third brother and sister-in-law had a very bright smile on her face, she was still Yunying's unmarried daughter. She was not easy to joke about the matter between the couple. Song Xiaomei just glanced at them and consciously led her niece to the kitchen to cook. She also greeted her two little guys: "Sanniu and Sanwo, Erdan next door, is still waiting for you."

Four eyes immediately stared at Song Ziheng. Song Ziheng knew it and pointed to the bag at the table. Sanniu seemed to climb down from him. He opened the bag and grabbed a handful of malt sugar. Sanwa slowly got off the ground and pulled Sanniu's hand. The two children disappeared in a blink of an eye. At the same time, a burst of cheers from children came from not far outside the yard.

Song Ziheng smiled and looked at Su Wan: "I'm studying alone, but my wife has worked hard at home alone."

Su Wan said politely: "My father and mother are kind, brother and sister-in-law are friendly, and they are fun to accompany their younger sister to do housework on weekdays."

Song Ziheng raised his eyebrows, thinking that the eldest lady has changed her temperament and has begun to experience the sufferings of the world. She didn't reveal it, so she took her luggage and walked towards the house, saying, "I brought some gifts to my wife, I wonder if she likes it."

Su Wan followed up tactfully and entered the house. The heavy wooden door was automatically closed, taking away most of the light, and just enough to cover the surprise in Song Ziheng's eyes. He thought that he had not returned home for only a month, and his house had changed a lot. Except for the location of the bed that did not move, the placement of the house was almost earth-shaking. Now the bed has also changed. A gauze tent was hung, and a bead curtain was stringed outside. It was an ordinary bed. After cleaning up like this, he almost never thought that this was the bed he was used to sleeping in; in the house

He also bought a lot of things. He placed a small table and chair that he had never seen before by the bed. A rocking chair was placed near the window with sunlight. Two tables were placed against the wall on both sides of the window. One of them was a bronze mirror against the wall. There were neatly crafted boxes and makeup boxes on the table. The other was clean, with nothing except a pot of orchids blooming well. A string of wind chimes hung on the window, and the window was open at this time. The wind blew in and the crisp ringtone sounded quietly.

Song Ziheng withdrew his gaze and glanced at Su Wan again. He unexpectedly expected that his wife, who was not touching the spring water, was also somewhat interested in life, and her father and brother even made trouble with her. He recognized that these newly built tables and chairs were all the skills of his father and brother, and the styles were indeed a bit special, more exquisite and beautiful than the ordinary ones, but his father and brother should not appreciate them. In their eyes, the unpractical things were all nonsense.

But there is nothing wrong with making a fool of yourself.

Song Ziheng came to his senses and took out a box from the bag. Su Wan took it. Although it was not as exquisite as the workmanship on her desk, it was not bad. Before she opened it, a faint fragrance wafted over, which was the fragrance of gardenia that she liked.

"Ziheng is short of money and the gift is very simple. I hope my wife will not dislike it." When Song Ziheng said this, he finally lost his usual calmness. His eyes flashed slightly, and his fair and jade-like face seemed to be stained with rouge.

Su Wan knew that this nominal husband was buying things for women for the first time, just like those young boys who entered the underwear store for the first time. Thinking of this, Su Wan couldn't help laughing. Among the few contacts, Song Ziheng acted too well, almost made her forget that he was still a teenager. No matter how worldly it is, there are things that he can't understand.

Su Wan is experienced and shows her love just right - she really likes this balm. The gardenia is fragrant but not strong. It is just right in summer. She can't wait to use it, and then raised her wrist to Song Ziheng, "Does it smell good?"

The water sleeves swept across the tip of his nose, bringing a gust of fragrance. Song Ziheng felt the tip of his nose itchy, and resisted the desire to touch. Looking at the unconcealed joy on Su Wan, a strange feeling surged slightly in his heart. He chose gifts for Su Wan, but he was just a matter of raising his hands. He knew that his wife was spoiled and picky, and this level could not be settled into her eyes, but Song Ziheng had a clear conscience. No matter what, he gave him what he could. But she was so happy.

Song Ziheng suddenly felt that he could actually give more.

If Su Wan knew about his mentality, she would definitely sigh, a man's sense of accomplishment.
Chapter completed!