First weekend after marriage
Yuan Qinghua was lying alone on the sofa boredly, while her newlywed husband was reading quietly in the study.
This made Yuan Qinghua feel that her husband no longer loved her after only a week.
Yelling loudly, "Husband, do you think you are an idiot and I am a lower class person, so you ignore me?"
Su Muyang looked up
"I think your knowledge of Chinese language has been digested like the braised pork you had for lunch."
Yuan Qinghua ran into the study, hugged her husband's neck, and angrily
"Otherwise, I am just firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, and you are chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and wine. Hehe, that's right."
Su Muyang raised his head, reached out and patted his lovely wife on the head.
"Well, there is no music, chess, calligraphy or painting in my life. There is only one flower, Yuan Qinghua."
Yuan Qinghua, who was still angry just now, was suddenly discouraged and her smile was as bright as a flower.
Sunny flowers wait for the scorching sun, and the scorching sun shines on the flowers.