Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

When Wangshu woke up again, her face was buried in the man's chest. When she moved, the man immediately opened his eyes and looked down at her. It was obvious that he had been resting. His hair was disheveled. She reached out and touched it. It was slightly wet. She was afraid that he had washed in the front yard and had not closed his eyes since he came back.

"Want to sleep?"

"I'm not sleepy." Looking carefully at the woman in his arms, Wangshu wanted to urinate, so he carried her over and wiped her clean.

"How are you now?" Wangshu panicked when he saw someone opening the bedside drawer, and quickly reported his pooping progress, "I'm normal! I can poop once every two days!"

After being treated so cruelly by him once, the subsequent follow-up was unbearable, but also embarrassing. She was not from Sichuan, and she didn't want her man to arrange one-on-one packages for her at the anorectal specialist hospital every day.

"It's caused by inflammation and bloodshot."

As soon as the man finished speaking, Wangshu shut his mouth.

Qin's two strong long legs trapped the person, and after hiding the cool and greasy little strips on the woman's body, he touched the woman's frowning brows that were filled with pain, and said earnestly, "I won't go out these two days."

"It feels uncomfortable." Wangshu broke out in cold sweat for no reason.

The man wiped his hands, lowered his head and stared, his breathing gradually becoming heavier. He saw the woman's shoulder strap slip off during his previous movement.

"Shushu." He rubbed her pale lips, which were moist and light in color after drinking water. He skillfully gathered her black hair in his hands. They had been married for a long time. With a glance and a gesture, they understood each other. Wangshu looked at the wardrobe unnaturally.

"You've made some beautiful clothes again?" Qin Xiuyuan followed the person's gaze, got down to the ground, and held the person's hips with one hand as he walked over to admire them. He couldn't help but admire, "Shushu is very clever and skillful. No wonder the New Clothes Shop is so popular."

Ji's New Clothing Shop was a cloth and clothing shop under the name of Wangshu. With its lower prices, novel designs, and a wide range of styles, it emerged as a rising star in Chang'an and quickly became the leader in the market.

The shy woman with her head down had endless new ideas. Qin Xiuyuan's hand swept across the entire row of dazzling clothes. With his mind turning over a thousand words, he took the woman's hand and chose one first. Wangshu tilted his head. It was a dark-colored double-breasted, ultra-short, tight-fitting tube top dress. He wanted to refuse, "It hurts a little in the front."

The tightness of this skirt is usually okay, and the man is the kind of person who won't let a button go unbuttoned...

Qin Xiuyuan, who had been busy these past few days and was rushing home, naturally knew that she was in some pain. She had fallen asleep before, and he had been aroused by seeing her several times, so he tried hard to hold back and not disturb her sleep.

"My dear, when have I ever hurt you?"

Shameful Wangshu: ...I'm angry but I dare not speak. Only before this happened, she didn't dare to provoke him. He had no bottom line, and she was afraid of begging for mercy.

"Snap!" A crisp sound.

The people guarding the main room were sharp-eyed and sharp-eared, and they immediately retreated far away.

Once it started, Wangshu would be obedient for most of the afternoon, her eyes vacant and her soul lost. Every time this happened, she would want to find a handkerchief, but in the past two years, her husband wouldn't let her use it to cover her mouth. The whole time, she would beg for mercy, say sweet words, and talk nonsense. She wanted to cover her ears with her hands, but unfortunately, her hands were not free...

At dinner time, the two of them had lunch on the couch.

After taking a bath, Wangshu collapsed on the big pillow with his right hand on his stomach. He was unable to come back to his senses for a long time. Qin Xiuyuan touched his face and fed him a mouthful of cooled meat porridge.

"What else are you thinking? Open your mouth."

Wangshu swallowed it, and his thoughts, which had been scattered ten miles away in all directions, came back to him. "I'm going to die..."

"Puff!" Their foreheads touched, their breaths close. "I've heard that for twenty years, and my ears are callused. Try another word."

It was true. After being half full, Wangshu leaned over and said, "I'm afraid I might get pregnant again."

Qin Xiuyuan's ten fingers touched the long black hair of the girl with a thin and weak voice. It was soft and smooth. The same was true for his two daughters. Yun Xiao's hair was soft when she was young, but it became hard as she grew up. This is the difference between boys and girls...

"No." He knew she was going to have her period this month after just one peek at her collar as soon as he entered the room. He didn't touch her front too hard that afternoon. "You're just mistaking it. It's safe."

This is the safe period calculated by women.

There was so much nonsense on the double bed, all about being shameless and unscientific. Wangshu thought about it and it made sense. It was only a crazy afternoon. The feeling of being occupied and conquered made her feel like she had taken root and was pregnant from time to time...

"Xu Kanchunyang has seen too much of his belly."

Speaking of Chun Yang, Qin Xiuyuan couldn't help but admire his master. He wondered if he would give birth to a son, fulfilling his dream of having both a son and a daughter. Chun Yang was a full ten years older than Wang Shu, and her health was much better. The housekeeper could handle the pregnancy with both hands, making it a perfect match.

"She's quite amazing."

It's not uncommon for a man to be a father at 60, but it's really rare for a woman to be a mother at 50. After all, women have to suffer for ten months, while men only for a short time. There's no way they can be compared.

"It's hard to recover from the damage." Wangshu shook her head. She completely sided with the woman in this situation. "I asked her to put down her work, but she refused."

"There are also old women in the fields who give birth to children at the age of forty, and they are healthy and have nothing to worry about."

Chun Yang was bought by Qin Xiuyuan at the request of Uncle Tang before they got married to take care of Wangshu personally. The twenty years of master-servant friendship are extraordinary. Together with Xiao Qing and Xiao Lu who take care of their children, Qin Xiuyuan is very grateful to these three people in his heart, although he doesn't say it on his face.

Xiaoqing and Xiaolu have never planned to get married. If they were to get married, he would selfishly want to find some subordinates that he could trust.

"None of the maids in the mansion want to get married?"

Wangshu was still lying on Chunyang's belly, unable to recover. Hearing this, he said, "Every maid and servant in the mansion has a house and savings."

They have houses, money, high-paying jobs, and can also retire in the company. Most of them come from poor families and are orphans, so it is normal that they don't want to get married.

"Shushu is amazing."

Qin Xiuyuan admired her sincerely. Except for the time when he was stabbed in the back by that little girl in Yaocheng, she had always obeyed his orders at home and in business over the years, and they had been united in facing the outside world.

She is generous with her money and works hard. Now there are more than 20 maids and servants in the house, and everything is in order.

If I had known earlier, a young master in another duke’s or marquis’ mansion would have this number of servants around him.

Who knew Wangshu would get so angry when he heard the word "awesome" that he felt like rolling over. Qin Xiuyuan held him down suspiciously, then looked down and saw his face flushed red. He immediately laughed - they had been praising each other for being awesome that afternoon...

"Shushu, if you move again, I'll really think you're powerful again..."

The ice bucket was steaming coldly. Qin Xiuyuan hugged the man tightly and asked, "Will there be enough ice this year?"

He had never worried about the affairs of the mansion. This year the weather was dry and the woman could not live without ice for a moment. Even when she was watching over her children playing in the pavilion, she would put two ice basins next to them to cool down and humidify the environment. She would pour the melted ice water into the cooked and cooled mung bean soup, which would be cool and refreshing. She would use it to reward the guards of the mansion, killing two birds with one stone.

The questions are quite divergent. I haven't seen you for a few days, but you still ask this and that, and you haven't even talked about your own affairs.

"Go look at the dolls. It's noisy."

When it's time for a wise man, he starts chattering, ruining the mood.