Transmigrating into a Man's Wife: I Share the Pain with the Male Protagonist

Mo Zhu watched Lu Mingyun take out the letter paper to reply and couldn't help yawning again.

It’s so late, and Mr. Li is so perfunctory. Can’t he come back tomorrow?

Mo Zhu didn't understand.

Lu Mingyun did not take any vacation during the holidays in April and May.

On the one hand, his father wanted him to go home as soon as he took vacation, and he didn't want to deal with the affairs of the Marquis' Mansion now.

On the other hand, the exam day is getting closer and he doesn't want to be distracted by other things.

In June, Li Mofu went out for a walk wearing a red silk long gown with narrow sleeves and a round neck. He was sweating, so he took off the gown as soon as he returned to the yard and walked around the study in his underwear.

"Let's make a gauze dress for the young master. Although silk is cooler, it is too hot in the summer and he will definitely not be able to bear it." Guozi and Nanny Liang said.

Nanny Liang picked up the long gown that was thrown on the bed in the bedroom and said, "Alright, let's use the remaining silk to make underwear for the young master."

“……”Fruit.

Do you really want to make a red inner garment?

That day, Li Mofu felt too hot and did not change his clothes all day. He just walked around in the study and bedroom wearing a red silk undershirt and white thin pants.

Because there were no outsiders around, he didn't even wear shoes or socks.

"Young Master! It's easy to hurt your feet if you walk on the floor without shoes." Guozi walked in with an ice drink and saw Li Mofu getting up from the desk and running barefoot to the Luohan bed.

Li Mofu had tied up her hair and was sitting on the bed, patting the soles of her feet. "It's too hot!"

Hot weather is one thing, but no fans or air conditioning is another!

In the past, when he was in school, he would turn on the air conditioner without hesitation as long as the weather was a little hot, and would never let himself down.

And now? Only manual fanning.

"...How about I weave a pair of straw sandals for you, they will be cool to wear, but they can only be worn at home." Guozi had no choice but to say it.

"I also want to wear a short-sleeved T-shirt!" Li Mofu said as he sat down in front of the small tea table next to the Luohan bed.

"I've already ordered the gauze short robe and the skirt." Guozi put down the iced drink and a plate of bayberries.

"...Ruqun?" Li Mofu blinked.

"It's very cool to wear a ruqun, so you can wear shorts." Guozi said with a smile.

Li Mofu's heart was shamefully moved.

But he's a grown man wearing a skirt...

Never mind, he's not going out anyway.

Thinking of this, Li Mofu picked up the pot of watermelon juice with ice cubes and poured himself a glass. After drinking the iced watermelon juice, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Haha, so refreshing!" Li Mofu praised with a smile. He poured a cup for Guozi as well, "You drink too."

Guozi took it with a smile and said happily, "Thank you, sir."

"Where are Mo Yi and Nanny Liang? Give the rest to them." Li Mofu ate two bayberries, took the cup and sat back at the desk barefoot on the floor.

Guozi's ears twitched in surprise, "Really?"

"Yes, there are not many left. It's too hot in the summer, and everyone should cool down." Li Mofu put his feet on the desk, leaned on the bamboo pillow and read the storybook.

"Thank you, sir!"

Guozi went out again with the things in his hand.

The storybook that Li Mofu was reading slowly talked about the happy life of the scholar and the rich lady after their marriage. The lady gave birth to three big fat boys for the scholar, and all of them were extremely smart.

Seeing this, Li Mofu rarely complained. It was too hot and he didn't have the heart to complain, but he remembered something.

"Snapped"

Li Mofu put the book on his stomach, his eyes moved to the door, and his feet on the desk swayed.

Next month is July. Is it time for Aunt Bai to give birth in July?

So could she die?

Li Mofu has not forgotten the hardships he suffered when he first came here, nor has he forgotten the misery of his original life.

But now it has been a long time, how can he remind Lu Mingyun tactfully?

Li Mofu put down his crossed legs, drank the glass of ice watermelon juice in one gulp, then picked up the pen and began to write a letter.

Anyway, he has to send several letters every month, so he writes them down as a precaution to avoid Nanny Liang asking him to "hand in homework" all the time.