Chapter 7655 Treasure Husband
Before he finished speaking, he was picked up by him.
“I have to prove it to you to see if I can do it!”
Luo Fengtang was gritting his teeth when he said the last three words.
Men, the last thing you want to hear is the word ‘no’!
Now that his wife is pregnant, he can't let him prove his skills, so he must find his place in combing his hair.
Yang Ruoqing was carried by Luo Fengtang to the small round stool in front of the dressing table and sat firmly on it. She watched Luo Fengtang open her dressing box and look for things inside.
Yang Ruoqing was happy, "What? Are you really here?"
Luo Fengtang raised his eyebrows, this is no joke.
"Sit down obediently, and I will tie your hair." Luo Fengtang said.
"Okay, just give it a try."
Yang Ruoqing sat upright and looked directly at the bronze mirror in front of her.
Two figures are printed in the bronze mirror, one sitting and one standing.
He held her hair in his left hand and held the comb in his right hand, working it gently on her head...
After a bowl of tea.
He picked a gilt hairpin set with emeralds and gently inserted it into her bun. His eyes were full of satisfaction, "Come on, let's see if it works."
He stepped behind her, Join her in admiring the beauty in the bronze mirror.
Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and gently stroked her smooth hair and straight bun, marveling again and again.
“Oh my God, I didn’t expect that the big hand holding the sword could be so good at picking up a comb!”
“This bun is better than the one I combed myself, especially this hairpin. I picked it and it goes well with my clothes today. I love it!”
Love it? Love it?
Luo Fengtang narrowed his eyes, with joy in the corners of his eyes and brows.
"Oh, I can't pull it apart any more. If I pull it any more, it will come loose. If it gets loose, it will be over!" Yang Ruoqing quickly put down her hand.
Luo Fengtang said: "It's okay, it's loose. I'll comb it for you again."
"Huh?" Yang Ruoqing turned to look at him again.
So confident, it seems that the art of combing hair is not a whim and improvisation today, but a complete mastery of this art?
"Tangyazi, when did you learn to comb your hair? Why have I never heard you mention it?" she asked curiously.
Luo Fengtang just smiled and said nothing.
Yang Ruoqing grabbed his hand and acted coquettishly: "Come on, tell me, our family's treasured husband, tell me, when did you learn how to do it?"
The thing Luo Fengtang can't stand is her coquettishness. , so he said: "I learned this from my daughter and Hongxiu at the camp in the mountains."
"Huh?"
Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes wide and was even more surprised.
"I asked you to deliver things to them. How come you learned the art of combing your hair? It's just a matter of time and again," she said.
Luo Fengtang smiled and gently held her hand.
"You are getting older and older, and it is becoming more and more difficult to comb your hair. If I learn how to do it, I can help you. Otherwise, I can only worry about it."
Yang Ruoqing stopped talking and looked at him steadily.
Then, hug his waist tightly and press your face against him.
Such a good husband, did she save any planet in her previous life?
The arrival of Yang Huazhong broke the loving atmosphere in the room.
"Father-in-law, drink tea."
In the small hall next door, Luo Fengtang made tea for Yang Huazhong with both hands. On the table, there was actually shredded tobacco for entertaining guests.
Luo Fengtang hesitated and did not ask Yang Huazhong to smoke. Moreover, the son-in-law even secretly hoped that his father-in-law would stop smoking.
The bedroom next door is where Qing'er rests. The smell of smoke is strong, and I'm afraid it won't be good for the children.
But if his father-in-law really wanted to smoke, Luo Fengtang would not be able to stop him out of love, but he would open all the doors and windows for ventilation.
Moreover, the tobacco will not be placed here next time. He does not smoke himself, so putting it here as a hospitality item is simply unnecessary and will cause trouble for himself.
“I won’t smoke anymore. I’ll smoke it up later.”
Fortunately, Yang Huazhong, an old father, also had his daughter in mind. He waved his hand and pushed the tobacco aside. .
Luo Fengtang breathed a sigh of relief and felt that he had thought too much. His father-in-law's love for Qing'er was no less than his own love for Qing'er.
Luo Fengtang said hello and put away the tobacco.
At this moment, Yang Ruoqing put on a coat, opened the jade curtain and came to the small hall.
"Dad, I just felt a little chilly, so I put on some clothes before coming out."
After Yang Ruoqing came out, she first explained to Yang Huazhong.
It’s not that I, a daughter, am putting on airs, but when my old father came, I still hid for a long time without coming out to say hello.
Yang Huazhong looked over with kind eyes and said, "You are in a special situation. When it gets cold or hot, you have to add or subtract it in time. You can't get sick. If you get sick, it will be troublesome."
When pregnant women take medicine when they are sick, they are different from ordinary people. They have to consider the impact of the medicine on their children.
So Yang Ruoqing nodded obediently, walked to the stool Luo Fengtang pulled out for her, and sat down slowly.
"Tangyazi, sit down too."
Yang Ruoqing glanced at the stool next to her and said to Luo Fengtang.
Luo Fengtang nodded and sat down next to her.
Yang Ruoqing then started to ask Yang Huazhong: "Dad, is there something urgent for you to come here?"
If there is no emergency, Yang Huazhong would not come to the Luo family's backyard under normal circumstances.
Even if it is an urgent matter, it must be something related to the outside world, not something that some parents are short of eating and drinking.
If it is the latter, Yang Huazhong usually asks Sun to come over and say that he will not take action personally.
"Qing'er, Jiang Da came to see me earlier." Yang Huazhong put down the tea bowl in his hand, raised his eyelids and looked at his daughter and son-in-law in front of him.
"Oh? What did Uncle Jiang say?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Yang Huazhong then conveyed the wishes of Lao Jiangtou and Jiang Da.
"... From what they said, they didn't care about Xianjun's mother's life or death. They wanted to keep Jiang Xianjun, and were afraid that he would be stupid and help his mother carry it out, so Jiang Da and I made an appointment to go to the county government office early tomorrow morning. Hurry up and persuade Jiang Xianjun before the trial begins. "
Yang Ruoqing nodded lightly, "I understand what the Jiang family means. They want to leave the family out every year, so as to leave someone to continue the family life for Uncle Jiang."
"Yes. , that’s what it means.” Yang Huazhong said.
"That kid's ears are too soft. He was so frightened by his father that night that he immediately confessed the matter."
"But after one night, I saw her mother's pitiful look. It seems that he has been shaken again."
"He is young and does not understand the depth of things. You can let this kind of thing happen again and again. ? Forcefully resist? "
"Even if the accomplice is not beheaded, he will have to spend several years in jail. Is that a place where people can stay? A very vicious person will lose his skin in ten and a half months!”
When talking about his experiences in prison, Yang Huazhong was filled with emotion.
No way, who let him in back then?
On a very cold day, there are still people locked up in waist-deep water prisons.
The floor of the cell he lived in was wet, rats were running everywhere, and he was not afraid of people at all.
(End of this chapter)