Era: The naive beauty charmed the villain!

Gu Qingsong stood in front of the cemetery for a long time, until Lin An'an sneezed, which brought him back to his senses.

"Honey, are you cold? Let's go back."

Gu Qingsong reached out to check the temperature of Lin An'an's hand. After finding it cold, he gently tucked Lin An'an's hand into his own chest to warm it.

Lin An'an's icy hands touched Gu Qingsong's firm, warm chest, and she felt so comfortable that every pore on her body opened up.

Hearing Gu Qingsong's words, Lin An'an asked in surprise, "Aren't you going to talk to Grandpa anymore?"

She thought that Gu Qingsong had come back specifically to talk to his grandfather.

It hasn't been long, and Gu Qingsong hasn't even said a word yet.

Are you going back after just standing in front of the grave for a while?

Gu Qingsong smiled and said, "Grandpa has always been the most well-informed person in the family. He probably knew about the fact that the family was no longer landlords even before I did."

He came back mainly to pay respects to his family and, incidentally, to ease the complex emotions he felt upon suddenly standing in the sunlight.

Telling my grandfather what's on my mind is secondary.

In such cold weather, since his wife also felt cold, they naturally had to hurry back home.

If Lin An'an catches a cold, she will feel unwell, he will feel bad, and everyone will feel bad. It's not good for anyone.

Lin An'an nodded obediently. Since Gu Qingsong had said so, she naturally respected his decision.

The cold hands in his arms were warmed by the heat of his chest.

Gu Qingsong touched Lin An'an's hand again to make sure it was no longer cold before letting go of her, turning around and squatting down to pack the things he had brought.

Without needing Lin An'an's help, Gu Qingsong quickly gathered all the items, erased all traces of their presence, and then led Lin An'an back.

Although the wind was biting cold, as long as Gu Qingsong was still holding Lin An'an's hand, his heart would always be warm.

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I was out in the cold wind for a long time the night before.

After returning to the Gu family's old house, Lin An'an and Gu Qingsong quickly soaked their feet in ginger slices and went back to sleep.

In the morning, Gu Qingsong woke up at his usual time, but Lin An'an was still sleeping soundly.

Gu Qingsong lay on the bed without getting up, quietly watching Lin An'an from his side.

Today is another beautiful day.

The golden morning sunlight streamed through the window into the room, casting a golden veil over Lin An'an as she slept.

Under the light, her already delicate and fair skin almost appeared as a transparent matrix, smooth and soft, as if it could be broken with a touch.

Gu Qingsong couldn't resist stealing a kiss on his wife's cheek.

He carefully reached out and gently stroked a stray strand of hair on his wife's forehead.

If he could, he would want to wrap Lin An'an up completely, keep her in his arms at all times, and take care of her as if she were the most precious treasure in the world, so that she would always be surrounded by love.

Wang Aiguo and his wife found the Gu family after lunch.

Lin An'an had already gotten up by now. After a quick lunch, she followed Gu Qingsong around, watching him busily pack his luggage to return to Haishi.

Wang Aiguo and his wife had bloodshot eyes, while Wu Xiuli's eyes were swollen like walnuts, and she looked resentful.

They stayed overnight at a farmhouse in Hongqi Brigade.

Having learned of Lin Jincheng's existence, they inquired about him as soon as they arrived at the Hongqi Brigade yesterday, after putting down their luggage.

It was also Gu Qingsong and Lin An'an's oversight.

They were only told the name Lin Jincheng, but not that the name Lin Jincheng was changed later.

When they first heard that Wang Aiguo and his wife wanted to inquire about Lin Jincheng, no one in the Hongqi Brigade knew who Lin Jincheng was. They all said that there had never been such a person in the brigade.

Just as Wang Aiguo and his wife were wondering what was going on, a young woman whose family was from Qianjin Brigade happened to pass by.

"Lin Jincheng? That name sounds familiar."