"Hubby, you haven't touched me for a long time. Is work very tiring?”
Jia Dongxu woke up from his sleep.“
Since when did I, Jia Dongxu, have a wife?”
He rubbed his sleepy eyes and saw Qin Huairu sleeping beside him. She was wrapped in a blanket, half covered. At this moment, she was like a hungry stray dog looking at him.
Qin Huairu, who had given birth to three children, was still plump!
This was the year 1965 of Love Courtyard. He had transmigrated into the short-lived Jia Dongxu and even had his own system.
Memories flooded his mind, and he quickly adapted to his identity.
He wasn't surprised by the system. After all, he had seen the original series and some novels. What system hadn't he seen before?
He knew his current identity. Jia Dongxu was not dead yet, but he was not far from death.
Although he was extremely displeased with this family of ingrates, he did not expect Qin Huairu to be lying beside him at this moment. This filled him with joy. He could even smell the fragrance emanating from the woman's body.
He had the memories of his predecessor, so he knew why Jia Dongxu had not touched Qin Huiru for so long.
This room was a partition room. Jia Dongxu and Qin Huairu slept in the inner room.
It was called a partition, but there was no door. There was only a curtain separating them. If something was done inside, it was easy for the outside to hear it clearly.
His predecessor, Jia Dongxu, was also a precious mother. As long as there was any movement between him and Qin Huiru, Jia Zhangshi would cough outside. After a few times, Jia Dongxu gave up on the idea of touching Qin Huiru.
Qin Huairu saw that Jia Dongxu was in a daze.
Hubby, what's wrong? If you're tired, just rest. Don't force yourself!”
Qin Huairu said that because she heard Jia Dongxu snoring.
Every woman had needs. Moreover, the man beside her had not touched her for such a long time. How did she feel? She must be very disappointed. As long as there was a chance, she would naturally not let it go.
No matter what, Jia Dongxu was good-looking. He was also the object of most women's fantasies at night.
Jia Dongxu also heard Jia Zhangshi's snoring. Without thinking too much, he hugged Qin Huairu tightly and burrowed into the blanket."
No matter how tired he was, this matter could not be delayed!”
They enjoyed a night of pleasure.
Jia Dongxu didn't even get up when the sun was shining on his butt.
He thought about how to play his role. He was now a first-class fitter in the rolling mill and an apprentice of Yi Zhonghai in the seventh workshop. He received a salary of 27.50 yuan a month.
What he thought most was that he couldn't continue with this job. If he continued, he would definitely die. In the original drama, Jia Dongxu died because of a work-related injury.
Qin Huairu knew that he was exhausted from the night before, but she did not expect him to be like a completely different person last night. She did not wake him up, but instead, she busied herself with preparing the dough paste and placed it on the table. When it was cold, she walked to the bedside and woke Jia Dongxu up.
Jia Dongxu:
What time is it?"
Qin Huairu said,"
It's already nine o'clock."
Jia Dongxu's first reaction was that he was late. He immediately sat up."
Why didn't you ask me to go to work?"
Qin Huairu said,"
"Why don't you ask for a leave from First Uncle? I saw that you must be exhausted from last night. Don't go to work during the day and have a good rest."”
Jia Dongxu didn't expect this woman to look down on him. He even felt that he was exhausted. He pulled her again, ready to give her another lively lesson.
Qin Huairu's face was filled with shyness.
Don't mess around. Mom is still putting the soles outside.”
Only then did Jia Dongxu stop making a fuss. Qin Huairu helped him wash his face with water. He wolfed down the cold paste.
It was delicious. After all, it was not easy for people who had transmigrated to eat this in reality.
Having watched the original drama, although he was also dissatisfied with Qin Huairu crying and pretending to be poor, thinking about it carefully, what could a woman do when her husband died and she had to raise three children and still study?
Furthermore, Qin Huiru's cooking skills were extraordinary. The feeling of loathing Qin Huiru in the original novel instantly disappeared. He looked at Qin Huiru with satisfaction, and he was increasingly satisfied with this transmigration.
If he wasn't satisfied, that would be nonsense. All men were like this.
Now that he had transmigrated and become Qin Huairu's husband, he did not want to be short-lived.
"Aren't you tired of eating the paste and lumps of the world?”
Jia Zhangshi wore glasses and looked at her bowl of dough on the table. She had no appetite.
Jia Dongxu said,"
If I can't eat it, I'll eat it. How can I get sick of such delicious food? Right? Wife!"
Qin Huairu realized that Jia Dongxu seemed to have changed into a different person. She did not say much and only nodded with a smile.
Jia Zhangshi saw that Jia Dongxu was really wolfing down the food and said anxiously,"“
Hey, you damned son, do you want me to starve to death?”
Jia Zhangshi snatched the remaining half bowl of dough paste from Jia Dongxu and started eating.
Little Flower Tree also shouted,"
Mom, can I have another bowl? I'm not full yet!"
Qin Huairu pinched the small locust flower face pouch.
Aiyo, my daughter, didn't you just eat? Girls shouldn't eat so much. If they ate too much, they would gain weight and not look good.”
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