Luo family.

Luo Fengtang had finished setting off the firecrackers and fireworks, and stayed outside on the roadside to talk to the family members (male) of the transport team members for a while before returning home.

Lifting the jade curtain, he saw the pot of winter jasmine flowers placed by the window sill, and his eyes showed warmth.

I stayed out for several days on this trip, and I just returned to the village with the transportation team early this morning. I was so busy that I didn't bother to get close to Qing'er.

"Qing'er, what are you doing?"

He called out and walked towards the bed. He saw her bending over the bed to arrange her clothes. She had long since changed out of the thick winter clothes and was wearing a long skirt from late spring and early summer.

The light green Pingpingtingting is as fresh and pleasant as the spring flowers on the windowsill.

The curves outlined by her waist were exquisite and clear, with both roundness and convexity coexisting. Her hair hung softly on her lower back. It fell from her shoulders as she adjusted her movements, as if flowing smoothly, making him want to reach out and take it in the palm of his hand to rub it gently.

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She didn't seem to hear his call and still turned her back to him to sort out her clothes.

It seemed that he heard it, but deliberately ignored him.

He smiled, came to the bed and hugged her from behind.

"What's wrong? Why are you ignoring me?"

Is it because he took too long to go out?

"Yes, I just ignored you on purpose."

Yang Ruoqing said, her tone clearly showing she was angry.

Luo Fengtang chuckled, pushed her fallen hair behind her ears, and looked at her sideways.

Her face was slightly flushed, her eyes were lowered, her eyes were covered by her fine and curled eyelashes, and her mouth was pouted, like a little girl.

"I stayed at my daughter's place for two more days this time, and then went to the tea garden to work for a few days. I finally delivered this batch of tea leaves. I can relax for a few days. I won't go anywhere, just stay with you.

, will it work?"

Yang Ruoqing snorted softly and finally raised her eyes to look at him.

"Don't change the subject for me. You know I'm not arguing with you about the number of days you've been away from home."

"Then what are you worried about?"

"What do I care about? Don't you care about it?"

Luo Fengtang scratched his head, a little confused.

Seeing him like this, Yang Ruoqing smiled, but her eyes as she looked at him were a little more playful.

"Why are you still confused? Do you want me to remind you?"

She pointed to the bundle and said, "See for yourself."

She sat at the table, poured herself a bowl of warm water and sipped it.

But he looked at him through the rim of the bowl.

After many years of marriage, she would tell him directly if she was unhappy. She had never been willing to ignore him, but this was the first time she let him touch a soft nail.

Mainly it was the thing in the bag that made her a little unhappy.

Therefore, although she knew that he was not that kind of person and there must be a misunderstanding, she just wanted to vent her temper and scare him.

He hurriedly opened the bundle and took a look at the contents. They were all his change of clothes.

He turned around and looked at her with confusion: "Qing'er, there's nothing in here. It's all the clothes you asked me to take out to change. What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing?" Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and sneered, and said in a deliberately sinister tone: "Are you sure I gave it to you? Nothing more? Or something less?"

What more?

What's missing?

Luo Fengtang was stunned for a moment, then turned around again. This time, he directly picked up the bundle roll and dumped the contents on the bed, then picked them up one by one and shook them.

Yang Ruoqing looked at him scratching his head and revised his guess.

There was no misunderstanding at all. This guy kept it all in the dark and had no idea that someone had secretly stuffed something into his baggage while he was not paying attention.

Who could that person be?

Yang Ruoqing suddenly felt interesting.

Something suddenly fell out of one of his coats, fell beside the bed, and fell into the sight of the two of them.

They were a pair of men's socks, with two small white camellias embroidered on them.

Luo Fengtang picked up the pair of socks and looked at them with wide eyes: "Whose socks are these? Why are they embroidered with flowers? Could it be that I stuffed my daughter's socks in?"

Yang Ruoqing was sitting in the back drinking water and almost spit out the water when she heard this.

"Your daughter is worried about you after hearing what she said. She has such big feet? Is she still a girl?"

Luo Fengtang thought for a moment and couldn't help but laugh.

As soon as he smiled, Yang Ruoqing immediately suppressed her laughter, lowered her face, and cast a heavy gaze on the pair of socks he was holding in his hand.

Therefore, Luo Fengtang did not dare to laugh anymore, and looked at Yang Ruoqing cautiously, waiting for her next interrogation.

"Tell me, which woman gave you these socks?"

"Nothing, no women!"

He denied it without thinking. This was a matter of principle and he could not hesitate for a second.

At the same time, as if being electrocuted, that finger threw those damn socks to the jade curtain.

However, the man rushed to Yang Ruoqing at an extremely fast speed, squatted down in front of her, held her knees with both hands, and looked up at her anxiously and pitifully.

"Qing'er, I'm wronged. I really don't know what's going on with those socks."

If he knew who the hell was that stuffed the socks into his package, he would kill her whole family!

When Yang Ruoqing saw him like this, the trace of annoyance in her heart had long since disappeared.

But she deliberately didn't look good on him.

"Where did you keep your baggage rolls? Don't you have any idea?"

"Let me think about it, let me think about it..."

Luo Fengtang squatted there and frowned, gritting his teeth as he recalled every detail of the past few days.

While thinking about it, he also reported to Yang Ruoqing at the same time: "That day when I entered the mountain, I went straight to my daughter's place and lived in the house my daughter arranged for me. I stayed there for two days without changing my socks or washing my feet.

The baggage roll has never been opened..."

Yang Ruoqing wished she could raise her hand and slap him on the forehead.

There is really no way to deal with this man. Why doesn't he like washing feet so much? Do you have a grudge against the footbath or something?

However, he didn't dare to neglect the hygiene work when she was sleeping next to her, because he knew that if he didn't wash her feet, he wouldn't be able to sleep next to her in bed.

But once she is not around and he sleeps alone, he returns to his bad habit of being single. No wonder he is called a stinky man!

We'll settle the account of foot washing later, but for now let's talk about the pair of socks.

Luo Fengtang was still reminiscing, and suddenly paused while reminiscing.

Then, he raised his head and looked at her in astonishment. The man who was fearless that day suddenly had panic and fear in his eyes.

"What's wrong? Do you have an idea?"

Yang Ruoqing stared at him with a dead smile, and her gaze made him even more flustered and uneasy.

He nodded stiffly, his face darkening little by little, as if the sky was about to fall.
Chapter completed!