Chapter 208 Aggrieved

  Tan Anjun stepped through the hanging flower gate, and saw Yang Lan'er instructing the four women and two maids who bought today.

   "Do you hear clearly? If you know, go down." Yang Lan'er waved them back to do their own business.

   Tan Anjun approached and took his little wife into his arms, kissed her forehead, and asked, "Lan'er, what were you telling her just now?"

Seeing the sweat on his face, Yang Lan'er took out the handkerchief on her body, wiped it gently for him, and said distressedly: "I arranged for them to clean this house inside and out, and gave them a few taels of silver to let them clean it. They cook for themselves."

   Tan Anjun just asked casually just now, not to know the daily schedule of his little wife, so he didn't care about the faint: "Oh"

  Yang Lan'er saw that the handkerchief was wet with sweat, so she carefully folded it up, ready to wash it after going back, and asked softly, "Sir, have you completed the formalities?"

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   "It's done, you can put it away." Tan Anjun took out a stack of land deeds and house deeds of this courtyard from his sleeve pocket, and stuffed them all into his little wife.

   "Okay, is there anything else you need? Let's go back if there is nothing wrong." Yang Lan'er put all the stack of papers into the space, and smiled leisurely.

   Tan Anjun took his little wife into the lobby, and the maid hurriedly brought a glass of water and put it on the table.

   "If you have nothing to do, let's take a rest first. The sun may be a little bit hot when we are on the road. I don't know if it will tan my skin." Yang Lan'er muttered.

   "Why don't we set off soon after the sun goes down?"

  Yang Lan'er shook her head and said with a coquettish smile, "No, it's not safe to go into the mountains at night."

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  She was just complaining to him and acting coquettishly. To get a response from her silly roe deer, her heart was already bubbling beautifully.

  Tan Anjun took a look at his young wife's fair and jade-like face, his heart was slightly sweet, he pursed his lips and smiled and suggested: "Then when we pass by the tailor shop on our return journey, how about we go in and buy a veiled hat?"

  You can have this, Yang Laner nodded immediately: "OK."

  Fu remembered something again, so he teased and said, "Sir, let's buy two later, one for each of us."

  Tan Anjun was choking on drinking water and coughing, blushing and waving his hands, he said with a thankful and insensitive expression: "Madam, please let me go, my husband is really not afraid of the sun, it's fine if you get tanned."

   "But I don't want my husband to let other goblins peep at your beauty. At that time, I will feel sore and feel very uncomfortable." Yang Lan'er affectionately held the arm of the silly roe deer, and said coquettishly.

Tan Anjun froze for a moment, lowered his eyes and stared at the white catkin of his little wife, who was climbing on his body at the moment, raised his head and looked out, the sun rose normally today, could it be that the way he entered the door was wrong? The little wife is too abnormal.

  Any abnormality is a demon!

  If Yang Lan'er knew that if she acted like a baby on a whim, she would be judged by the silly roe deer to be a monster, would she vomit three liters of blood in anger?

   "My lady, I've rested, let's go."

   Tan Anjun felt that it was better to go back quickly. Even if the lady wanted something from him, he had to be mentally prepared. His body was still very strong.

   "Okay," Yang Lan'er responded happily.

   The couple led the horse, greeted the maids in the house, and went out.

  Finally, under Yang Laner's insistence, Tan Anjun had no choice but to put on the veil hat aggrieved.

  Yang Lan'er raised the corners of her lips, revealing her good mood at this time.

   Tan Anjun looked at his little wife with a rippling smile on his face, his heart was filled with embarrassment, and he begged softly: "My lady, you have a poor husband, can you stop laughing?"

  (end of this chapter)

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