The reborn husband returns

Carelessness is carelessness, but at this moment, you can't just stand in a daze.

Jiang Huaisheng said cautiously, "I see that you have been reading "Miscellaneous Notes in the Mountains" these days, which volume did you read today?"

"It's over." Mo Ying frowned and questioned, "Why are you asking this?"

"Miscellaneous Notes in the Mountains" consists of three volumes. Jiang Huaisheng bought the first one and saw that Mo Ying liked it, so he bought the second one. Mo Ying has been obsessed with this set of books these days, and he can even casually talk about it when eating. Two sentences.

But now, after reading the book, Mo Ying is still the same Mo Ying, abiding by etiquette and following the rules.

Jiang Huaisheng confirmed his thoughts, and now he was a little more worried. He pretended to be calm, "It's getting late, I should go cook."

"Stop!" Mo Ying made up her mind, she must tell Jiang Huaisheng what she thinks today, and she can't indulge her like this any longer.

What if one day they go out, Jiang Huaisheng kisses him on the road, that's really...

Mo Ying's face was burning red, and she walked into the room, "Let's go back to the room and talk."

Jiang Huaisheng followed behind him with a sad face, he was so annoyed that he wanted to slap himself, but he was dazed by the words, why didn't he forget to check if Mo Ying was still confused.

"Sit down." Mo Ying sat down and stared at Jiang Huaisheng, seeing him standing directly in front of her after entering the door, and pointed to the stool on the other side.

Jiang Huaisheng shook his head, "Just stand."

Standing a little more sober can make him remember better.

"Sit or not?" Mo Ying raised her chin, narrowed her eyes slightly, raised her arms and placed them on the table.

Jiang Huaisheng glanced at him, his heart was pounding, and he sat down dizzily, staring at Mo Ying's face intently.

"See what I'm doing?" Mo Ying couldn't help but look away, looking at the table, "There's something I haven't had the chance to tell you."

Jiang Huaisheng regained consciousness, but still smiled, "Speak, I'll listen."

Mo Ying's fingers touched the rough tabletop, "I think..."

"Why is there a red spot on his hand?" Jiang Huai grabbed his hand and looked at it carefully. The red mark was particularly obvious, and he frowned unconsciously.

"I was pecked by a chicken." Mo Ying withdrew her hand, seeing that Jiang Huaisheng still had a concerned look on her face, the words rolled around her lips a few times, but she finally became cruel and didn't go to see Jiang Huaisheng.

"I think we're a little too close."

"We are husband and wife, and we have become relatives. Isn't intimacy a matter of course?" Jiang Huaisheng stared at Mo Ying, the smile on his face faded a little, and said softly.

"Besides, didn't you say you want to work together and get closer?"

Mo Ying quickly waved her hand, "That's not what I meant."

"That's right," he touched his fingers, "it's not right to be so affectionate during the day."

Jiang Huaisheng was keenly aware of Mo Ying's words, he was relieved and surprised, "Oh?"

"What's wrong with that?"

"Husbands and wives should treat each other with respect as guests, and get along as gentlemen. You can't be close to each other and hug each other." Mo Ying said it all in one breath.

Jiang Huaisheng didn't expect such rules to exist. He thought about his relationship with Mo Ying, and broke the precepts several times. He couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or something else, but Mo Ying was not from the same era as him after all.

Jiang Huaisheng wanted to respect, but he couldn't control himself, so he asked again, "Is this your idea?"

"Master said." Mo Ying shook her head.

"Then what do you think?" Jiang Huaisheng chased after him, his hands on his lap clenched slightly, if Mo Ying really wanted to do this, wouldn't it be possible to suffocate him.

He thought of several retreats in his mind, and if he couldn't do it, he would delve into the books here, and he had to find some loopholes.

Mo Ying was a little hesitant. He glanced at Jiang Huaisheng, saw that the smile on his face was gone, so he changed his mind temporarily, and said dryly, "I think... a hug is okay."

His retreat caused Jiang Huaisheng's thoughts to move slightly. He was obviously a person who was still clinging to the bottom line just now, but he suddenly relaxed a little, obviously making a retreat for him.

"What your master said may be right, but it's not all right." Jiang Huaisheng vacillated between obeying the rules and Mo Ying, and naturally fell to Mo Ying's side. If he can't even kiss during the day, then He really wanted to spend the night here.

Jiang Huaisheng tried his best to look serious, "Husband and wife are different at home, has he visited every one?"

Mo Ying shook her head, how is this possible?

"That's it, he's only talking about their family, and he doesn't know anything else about it." Jiang Huaisheng cheered in his heart, but continued to fool around with a serious face.

He held Mo Ying's right hand, and kissed the red mark that hadn't dissipated, "So it's okay for me to kiss my husband behind closed doors."

The warmth on the back of the hand flashed by, but the hand resting on Jiang Huaisheng's palm could still feel the warmth of Jiang Huaisheng's palm, Mo Ying was a little dazed, how could this be all right?

He thought in distress, and then had a flash of inspiration, "Since every family is different, then we should live the same life as Master's family."

Jiang Huaisheng was contentedly waiting for Mo Ying to figure it out, who knew that after waiting for such an answer, he sighed softly in his heart, but he underestimated Mo Ying's reaction speed.

He put on a straight face, "But you don't have the final say in our family. Does your wife say who is in charge of their family?"

There is no doubt about who is in charge, and naturally the husband is supreme.

A trace of disappointment flashed across Mo Ying's face, and she faintly felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell.

Jiang Huaisheng couldn't see Mo Ying's aggrieved appearance, so he sighed, "Come here."

They were sitting on both sides of the square table, Mo Ying looked at Jiang Huaisheng puzzled, hesitated for a moment, then stood up and took a step towards Jiang Huaisheng.

After all, it is the husband who decides, so he should stand aside and be obedient.

As soon as he walked to Jiang Huaisheng's side, he was pulled by Jiang Huaisheng. Mo Ying restrained the urge to strike, and in the blink of an eye, he found himself sitting on Jiang Huaisheng's lap.

And he was facing Jiang Huaisheng, only a palm away.

Jiang Huaisheng put his arms around Mo Ying tightly, his brows slightly raised, with a trace of complacency, and said earnestly, "Respect each other like a guest, friendship between gentlemen, that's how other couples get along with each other."

"It won't work on the two of us."

As he spoke, he leaned his head forward and pecked Mo Ying's mouth, "They can resist kissing their husband, but I can't."

Mo Ying raised his hand to cover his lips, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was still a little surprised. He stared at Jiang Huaisheng's eyes for a while, then moved his hand away, "Then what should I do?"

"Didn't you say that every family has its own way of living?" Jiang Huaisheng looked at his well-behaved appearance, reluctantly suppressed his eagerness to move, fearing to scare Mo Ying away, he softened his voice.

"Our family is like this. You have to listen to me at home."

"But you don't have to worry, just follow what you said outside, I will never kiss and hug casually."

"That's okay too?" Mo Ying blinked, wouldn't that just be putting on an air in front of others?

His thoughts were clearly written on his face, Jiang Huaisheng saw it clearly, and couldn't help laughing in a low voice, "Why not? Maybe everyone thinks so."

Jiang Huaisheng saw that Mo Ying hadn't reacted yet, so he quickly added fire, "Intimacy is something you can't help, and they definitely can't help it."

After Jiang Huaisheng finished speaking, he couldn't help but sweat for himself, for fear that Mo Ying would ask again why he could hold back.

He was apprehensive in his heart, but calm on his face, he calmly responded to Mo Ying's gaze, which made Mo Ying shake.

Mo Ying struggled in every possible way, Jiang Huaisheng was right, he didn't know how other couples lived at home, and Jiang Huaisheng also promised him to go out in a good manner, so they seemed to live with other couples is the same for ?

"I...I'll think about it again." Mo Ying bit her lip, but didn't respond immediately.

Jiang Huaisheng nodded seriously, and he touched Mo Ying's long hair as he spoke, "You need to think about it, after all, you can't just look at the surface of many things."

Mo Ying nodded, lost in thought, "Then you go cook."

"You have to get up first before I can go." Jiang Huaisheng smiled slightly, but his arms did not move at all.

Mo Ying, who was immersed in thinking, glanced at him, patted Jiang Huaisheng's arm away, and sat down at the table.

Jiang Huaisheng touched his numb arm, looked at Mo Ying's peaceful appearance, and was still a little dazed, if not for the real reaction of his body, he would have thought he was hallucinating.

Jiang Huaisheng fell into doubts about himself, and dragged his heavy steps into the kitchen to cook. He even added an extra steamed bun to himself tonight, and decided to exercise hard after dinner.

How can I say that my husband can't easily escape from his restraint, right?At least they have to be evenly matched, otherwise Mo Ying would turn over and run away because of his anger on the bed.

Mo Ying was completely unaware of Jiang Huaisheng's worries. He thought about it, and felt that what Jiang Huaisheng said was very reasonable, but the only thing he could get over was the hurdle in his heart.

Jiang Huaisheng also knew that he was shy, so he restrained himself for a few days, quietly waiting for Mo Ying to figure it out.

Unexpectedly, Mo Ying didn't think of a way to suppress her shame, so please come to the door first.

Jiang Huaisheng looked at the few people in front of him who were eagerly calling his name, and he found an outlet for his frustration during this time. He stood indifferently at the door, blocking their chance to enter, "Who are you?"