Rebirth of the dumb husband and wife

Chapter 12 New Clothes

This little farce didn't disturb Song Jinshu. When Yan Cheng opened the curtain and walked into the room, Song Jinshu still buried his face in the pillow and slept soundly.

The quilt covered him with his breathing up and down, and the dim light in the room couldn't cover the original brilliance on his face. Yan Cheng sat on the edge of the bed and carefully looked at Song Jinshu's appearance, tracing his outline over and over again with his eyes.

Although he was born in the countryside, Song Jinshu was better-looking than the ladies in the city.

Yan Cheng was fascinated by it for a while, and he didn't even realize that Song Jinshu woke up, his eyes were straight and greedy on his lips. It wasn't until the two red lips were pursed lightly that Yan Cheng came back to his senses, smiling and facing Song Jinshu with confused sleepy eyes.

He lifted the man up from the bed, and wrapped him tightly with the quilt, so that the cold wind outside could not blow him at all.

"Today I'm going to the back mountain for dinner to greet my parents. I told Guan Chun to go to the store and get you a new set of clothes."

Yan Cheng picked up the blue suit from the table, shaking before Song Jin wrote. trembling.

The fabric is woven with the warmest fine kudzu. The sleeves and corners of the clothes are sewn with blue silk threads to draw a circle of auspicious clouds. There is also a circle of white fox down around the neck, and a small ball is attached to the bottom. Tight little hairballs.

Song Jinshu looked up in disbelief and looked at the suit in front of him, until Yan Cheng pulled him up from the bed and put on his clothes for him, he recovered. Such nice and warm clothes were really for him.

He lifted the hem of his clothes carefully, and turned around in a circle with some excitement before looking up at Yan Cheng's face.

And Yan Cheng was already fascinated by it.

Song Jinshu usually wears plain clothes, covering his original appearance. This indigo blue suit wears Song Jinshu as if it has life. The white fluff is attached to his slender neck, and the waist is tied with a slender belt inlaid with broken jade, which outlines his grip. slender waist.

His jet-black hair was softly attached to his back like a crow's feather. With Song Jinshu's movements, the tail of his hair drew a beautiful arc in the air. Every frown and smile touched Yan Cheng's heart.

Seeing that Yan Cheng didn't speak, Song Jinshu thought that this set of clothes didn't look good on him, and immediately raised his hand to unbutton his neck.

When he showed his beautiful collarbone, Yan Cheng hurriedly stepped forward and held his hand.

"My little ancestor, you can wear your clothes obediently, the weather outside is cold and you will catch a cold."

Yan Cheng lowered his eyes and re-buttoned the two buttons he had unbuttoned, and took a fiery red one from the shelf. The cloak was placed on Song Jinshu's shoulders. One blue and one red collide, unexpectedly beautiful.

Song Jinshu's entire face was almost buried in the fluff on the cloak, revealing only the high bridge of the nose and the watery eyes like a deer. The cinnabar mole between the eyebrows was even more vivid against the fiery red cloak. point.

Yan Cheng stopped staring at him, turned his head and coughed unnaturally, took Song Jinshu's cold hand and walked outside the house.

Yan Chi was already waiting in the yard, holding a small heater in his tightly wrapped hands. Seeing Song Jinshu come out, there was a trace of surprise in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth with a joking smile looked back and forth over the two of them.

"Let's go, it's time to greet my parents."

Song Jinshu was embarrassed by Yan Chi's look, and followed Yan Cheng step by step, never raising his head again.