Then he raised his hand and pointed at the row of standing wardrobes in front of him: "This wardrobe was designed by me and made by you. At that time, people in the whole village came to see the novelty. Everyone praised your workmanship, and many people even begged for it.

You can help them make it later, haha."

Listening to what Yang Ruoqing said, Luo Fengtang also had a smile on his face.

"I didn't expect that I still had this ability in the past?" he said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "You have so many abilities, otherwise, how would I fall in love with you and marry you? Right?"

He was startled for a moment, is this girl still so narcissistic?

"Well, it's my honor." He also smiled and said.

"Qing'er..." He suddenly called her again.

"Um?"

She had already opened the closet door, preparing clothes for the two of them to wash and change later. When she heard his voice, she responded without turning her head.

"Have you ever regretted marrying me?" He said this unexpectedly.

After a pause, she turned around, raised her head and stared into his eyes seriously.

"No, never," she said.

"But, I have lost my memory now and I don't know anything except eating, drinking and defecating." He continued.

"Do you dislike me?" he asked, something called anxiety flashed across his eyes.

Yang Ruoqing can feel and understand this feeling of loneliness and panic caused by amnesia.

Because when I came to this world alone as a soul, facing everything around me, I actually felt very insecure.

Fortunately, she still had some vague memories of the host in her mind, but Tang Yazi at this moment was completely blank.

"Tang Yazi," she did not answer his question directly, but asked him in return: "Look at the women in our family, Yaxue, Xiaoyu, your mother, my mother, and my fifth aunt."

"All of them are distinguished by their looks, handsomeness, or gentleness."

"As your wife, I have such light eyebrows, dark skin color, and many freckles on my face,"

"Do you think I'm ugly? Do you regret marrying an ugly woman like me and having a child?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang looked stunned when he heard her question.

He looked at her, studying every inch of her face.

To be honest, Yang Ruoqing was a little embarrassed by looking at her from such a close distance.

And he didn't say anything, he didn't say a word, which really made her, who was still confident, start to have uncontrollable self-doubt.

Could it be that Xiaoyu's crow's mouth was right? Today's Tangyazi really knows how to judge people by their appearance?

He was still looking at her, as if he wanted to count how many little black spots there were on her face.

This made Yang Ruoqing feel inexplicably irritated and annoyed. Just when she was about to turn around and leave, the light in front of her eyes suddenly dimmed.

He leaned down and pulled her into his arms with his tall body.

"Don't say such silly things." He raised his hand and stroked her hair.

"Although I haven't thought about the past, I believe in my own choices and judgment." He said.

He let go of her slightly and lowered his eyes to look at her face.

"A person's appearance and appearance are not important."

"No matter how beautiful a woman is, she will grow old, her hair will turn white, and her teeth will fall out."

"But a person's character can last a lifetime."

"This journey has been a little over half a month. We have been together day and night."

"Although I haven't been able to recover my memory, in my heart, you are still my wife and my daughter's mother." He said solemnly, looking at her with eyes that gradually deepened.

The love there is not deliberately disguised.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned on the spot, his words echoing in her ears.

"Okay, let's go wash up." He smiled and raised his hand to gently rub the top of her hair.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned, said "Oh", turned around and walked towards the shower room.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped: "I forgot to take my socks..."

"Socks?" He raised his eyebrows, leaned down and opened the third drawer at the bottom of the wardrobe.

When he saw the neatly folded socks in the drawer, which looked like small steamed buns, he was stunned for a moment, and Yang Ruoqing was also stunned for a moment.

He said: "A feeling, a touch..."

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "When we return to our own home, there are familiar feelings everywhere. I believe you will be able to regain your memories soon!"

He nodded vigorously: "I also look forward to getting it back soon!"

Then, he picked out a pair of socks for her and handed them to her: "Go and wash them quickly."

She took the socks and entered the shower room. When she opened the door, she couldn't help but turn her head and deliberately wink at him.

"Handsome guy, do you want to take a bath together? Take a mandarin duck bath!"

Luo Fengtang was looking at his hand, still immersed in the wonderful feeling just now.

Hearing this, he looked towards her.

"Qing'er, are you teasing me or are you really inviting me?" There was a hint of playfulness in his eyes, but something was stirring in his heart.

When he came for real, she was afraid.

She stuck out her tongue playfully at him, leaving two laughs, and quickly escaped into the shower room and closed the door.

Looking at her face in the mirror, Yang Ruoqing felt indescribably happy.

Xiao Yu’s language was wrong, but Tang Yazi’s character remained unchanged whether before or after his amnesia.

He is not a person who judges people by their appearance.

He doesn't dislike his ugly face, he even likes it.

Oh my gosh!

Yang Ruoqing was so happy that she giggled at herself in the mirror.

I remembered a sentence I read before: Even if you lose weight, everything will be fine and you will be impeccably excellent.

There will always be people who look down upon you.

Even if you are fat or ugly, people who like you will never dislike you.

Tangyazi, thank you.

You are the chicken soup for my soul, no matter I am the fat girl before or the ugly woman I am now.

Thank you, thank you for your aesthetics always coinciding with my appearance.

Don't worry, I won't say that you are a heavy drinker. I can only say that you have good taste. I, Yang Ruoqing, am a real dark horse, a phoenix in flames!

I can become thinner and more beautiful, just wait, you deserve better.

Decisively, he took out a small bottle. The powder in this small bottle was specially used to remove makeup.

Dip the medicinal powder into water, and then use the water to carefully scrub the things on your face...

In the bedroom, when Yang Ruoqing wiped her semi-dry hair and came out wearing a pure white nightgown, Luo Fengtang was standing by the wall over there, holding an iron bow taken off the wall.

Caressing it carefully.

Hearing the movement here, he turned his head.

It happened that Yang Ruoqing was walking towards the bed.

The slender and graceful figure is wrapped in a white nightgown.
Chapter completed!