Jin Niang quickly dealt with it, changed into new pajamas, and the new mattress was ruined, Jin Niang changed the one used before marriage. Lie in. Called Yang Zhenhai to come in.
Although there is a hot kang in the house, the temperature is not low. The two of them tossed around and they were a little cold. Yang Zhenhai said that it is more resistant to freezing, but Jin Niang just broke out in a cold sweat. In his arms, the quilt was tightly covered, and his hands were placed on Jin Niang's stomach, which warmed up in no time.
Although it would be a little embarrassing, when a woman is most vulnerable, a man's shoulder is the best support, and Jin Niang fell asleep after a while. On the other hand, Yang Zhenhai was a little confused. From looking at the small piece of secret memory, Yang Zhenhai's face turned a little red, but Jin Niang, who was ashamed, didn't pay attention at all.
I used to be in the barracks, when the ruffians were okay, they would say some dirty jokes. After a long time, I would know about the idea of women. He also knew that if a woman did not come, she would not be considered a grown-up. Only a woman who came could have a child. Now he actually experienced his own little daughter-in-law growing from a girl to a woman, and he was very excited. At this time, holding the little daughter-in-law feels different. Seems to be more feminine. God knows what he can see in this dark room.
The next morning, Niang Jin got up early, took off the quilt, and washed the clothes together. I don't know what's wrong with my body, and it doesn't hurt anymore. It's much better than tossing around for a month in my previous life. She was tossing around in the room, Yang Zhenhai fell asleep and didn't wake up. He was thinking wildly last night, and only fell asleep in the morning. It was the first time Jin Niang saw him like this.
When Mrs. Wang watched Jin Niang come out of the house with the basin, she asked her why, and when she heard this, she scolded her, "I'm really ignorant, I'm not telling you, be careful when you come, don't touch it. Cold water. What if it freezes? It's a lifetime thing."
"It's okay, mother, isn't this mixed with some hot water?"
Just as Wang Shi was about to say something, she saw her son-in-law come out of the house, gave Jin Niang another glance, and took the basin away from her hand.
Yang Zhenhai also heard Wang's words, and glared at her, frowned and dragged her into the room, frowning, "Shangkang is warm and warm."
Jin Niang blushed and honestly got on the kang, she was just a little embarrassed if she didn't know about women.
The snow had stopped outside, and a thick layer had accumulated on the road. It was not easy to walk even if you were driving the car. The two left early, fearing that Jin Niang would get cold halfway, Wang put a thick mattress and a quilt in the car. .
After walking out of Chenjiazhuang, this impressive return is over. Wang Shi was also completely relieved, and at night, he told the old man for the first time that this son-in-law was a good one.
When I got home, it was dark and I could no longer see the road. This road was really hard to walk. The weather was really cold. After walking for a while, even if the heat from Jin Niang's body was wrapped in the quilt, Yang Zhenhai was half-sitting in the carriage, holding Jin Niang in his arms, wrapping it like a zongzi, all the way. There was no one in the snow. By the time Jia Jin Niang was still warm.
Seeing the three houses of their family from a distance, and looking at the lights in the old man's house in the East House, Jin Niang felt a little bit in her heart for some reason, this is her home. Watching Yang Zhenhai park the carriage, pack her things, and carry her directly to the door of the house, not letting her feet touch the ground, fearing that she will be cold, and her heart will be warm. Maybe the place where there is this man will be his home in the future.
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