Rebirth of the Dumb Husband and Wife *COMPLETED*

Chapter 64 Scheming

"Want some plum soup?" Yan Cheng took Song Jinshu's hand and walked into the house. The porcelain white bowl was placed on the mahogany table. "These plums were grown on the plum trees in the yard in early spring this year. Jing Shu makes them every year. The dried plums are used to soak in wine and made into soup."

The inner wall of the glazed bowl is green, and it contains clear plum soup. You can still see a few broken plums sinking to the bottom of the bowl, with residual lint floating around.

Knowing clearly that two people were present in the yard, Jing Shu only brought a bowl of plum soup over. Song Jinshu curled his lips in displeasure, not happy with Jing Shu's flattery to Yan Cheng.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Yan Cheng wanted to tease him, so he picked up the plum soup from the table and made a gesture of bringing it to his mouth.

"No!" Song Jinshu held Yan Cheng's wrist and prevented him from bringing the mouth of the bowl to his mouth. Finally, he stooped to his hand and drank the bowl of plum soup in one gulp.

"Well......"

Song Jinshu's whole face wrinkled up from the soreness, and the plum juice on the corner of his mouth slipped from the corner of his mouth because he pursed his lips.

Yan Cheng held Song Jinshu's waist who was sitting on his lap, gently stretched out his hand to wipe away the light juice from the corner of his mouth, and stuck out his tongue to lick it off in front of Song Jinshu.

"You..." Song Jinshu knew that Yan Cheng was teasing him and struggled to get up from his lap, but Yan Cheng pinched his waist and pinned him on his thigh.

Ever since Song Jinshu's belly started to bulge a little bit, Yan Cheng always liked to let him ride on, and then put his hand on his slightly bulging belly.

"He grows up so fast."

Yan Cheng's voice was a little hoarse, and he leaned his head on Song Jinshu's soft chest. Song Jinshu was in poor health, and Yan Cheng didn't dare to touch him for nearly a month.

This moment of lust and desire was entangled, and he was so suppressed that his fingertips were trembling slightly. He tightened his fingers unconsciously, leaving a few blue marks on Song Jinshu's waist.

Song Jinshu took a breath, hugged Yan Cheng's head, and said softly: "But, he is very good."

"Well," Yan Cheng replied angrily, "Fortunately, he is obedient. If he is disobedient and dares to torment you, I will spank him when he comes out."

Song Jinshu chuckled, feeling in his heart that Yan Cheng was becoming more and more like a child.

The two of them were affectionate for a moment, and then there was a knock on the door by the maid. Song Jinshu stiffened and naturally hid in Yan Cheng's arms.

"What's up?"

"Second Master, Miss Jing Shu asked you and the young master to go to the front hall to have dinner."

"I know, go down."

The footsteps outside the door became quieter and quieter. Song Jinshu stood up from Yan Cheng's body with his lips curled up and said, "Miss Jingshu seems to like you very much."

Yan Cheng pretended not to understand, lowered his head calmly tied the osmanthus pattern buckle on his collar for him, nodded, and replied: "I rescued her from the hands of the bandits and settled her in my villa Here, I also promised her that I would marry her as my wife in two years."