Chapter 151

Yang Ning, a veteran cadre, couldn't wait to walk down the steps before the carriage stabilized.

Holding Han's slightly cold hand, she said tenderly.

"Madam, look at you, your face is red from the cold, and you are driving in the freezing cold. Thank you for your hard work."

Along the way, I saw Xiao Wuji and I staying in a warm and comfortable carriage, with a warm hand stove and a soft blanket.

My mother, who came to Dongdu lying down comfortably, was greeted by veteran cadre Yang Ning.

Riding the horse galloping all the way, I was annoyed by the four green forest heroes.

Yang Qian's handsome face faced the biting cold wind, and Yang Qian, who was almost frozen into marinated tofu, just laughed.

The little hand that had always been warm and comfortable stretched out and took Yang Qian's big cold hand.

Feeling the warmth in the palm of his hand, Yang Qian felt that he had picked up a considerate sister to take home.

What a wise and wise decision this was. The brother and sister hugged each other and tried their best to avoid the attack of dog food.

It took almost ten breaths of time for Han's silent expressions to convey, before Yang Ning came back to his senses amidst Yang Qian's uncontrollable sneezing.

"Oh, could this be Wu Gu?"

Han unreasonably took away the cute girl from the singleton Yang Qian's arms, and said like a very loving elder.

"It's Wu Gu. Please forgive me, husband, for taking the decision without permission."

"My wife is kind-hearted and she is very happy for her husband. There is no reason to blame her."

Yang Ning's smile was like the warm sunshine in March, which made Han's heart skip a beat and her cheeks turned red.

After all these years, my husband is still so good-looking, and his smile is more intoxicating than the best wine.

"Little Wugou, right?" Yang Ning's eyes fell on Xiao Wugou.

That gentle smile, that handsome appearance, and that magnetic voice full of sunshine.

Little Wugou was stunned for a moment, and then he took the initiative to show a cute and sweet smile and nodded.

Yang Ning stretched out her big hand and gently scraped the tip of Xiao Guliang's nose. She saw Wu Kuan's shy and naughty look.

Yang Ning's overflowing fatherly love grew stronger and stronger. "Come on, little Wugou, can you let your uncle hug you?"

Sister Wu Gu, who has always been extremely guarded, actually only considered taking less than one breath.

She took the initiative and stretched out her pink lotus-like arm to Yang Ning.

Yang Qian was stabbed when we first met. "..."

It took several days for Han to be recognized by his gentleness and kindness. "..."

Yang Ning, a veteran cadre, was greatly relieved and said with a satisfied smile.

"Such a lovely, well-behaved, kind-hearted little girl is truly a blessing to me, Mrs. Yang."

When Yang Qian heard that he had a friendly temperament, he immediately laughed. Women, no matter their age, mainly look at their appearance.

Dear dad, you don’t have the right to speak if you don’t understand, okay?

Han finally couldn't help it. "It's just you, husband. Our family Wu Gu also has requirements, right?"

Yang Qian nodded in agreement. "It's necessary."

Mrs. Han gently and without any room for negotiation took Wu Guo back, and passed it on to Yang Qian like a drum beating a flower.

The cute Yang Wugou. “???”

Yang Qian Yile. Xiao Guliang, you are all women, you will understand in the future.

"Husband, look at you, you have lost weight. It's all because of my poor health..."

Yang Ning gently grabbed his wife's crotch, put his big hands around her slender waist, and whispered tenderly.

"Shh... Madam, please don't say such things, you are so..."

Familiar scenes, familiar taste.

Haha... Looking at the dog food that kept falling into the sky, Yang Qian hugged Wugou and resolutely walked into the door of the house.

Zhili asked in a low voice, somewhat at a loss. "Sir, Master and Madam..."

"Don't pay attention to them, don't bother them... they will come in naturally when they wake up."

Zhili: “???”

Yang Jinzhong: "..."

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At this moment, snow velvet gradually fell from the sky, and white flowers fell melodiously.

The couple still kept embracing each other. Yang Ning looked at his wife who was lovingly holding the little bird in her arms, and smiled extraordinarily tenderly.

"Madam, look at the snow, it's so beautiful. I still remember the first time I met my lady, it was in the evening and the snow was falling..."

Han raised a sweet smile.

"Well, I also remember that my husband was wearing a blue-gray gown, wrapped in a brown fur, and he was holding a book in his hand.

I am admiring a plum blossom, and in my eyes, that plum blossom is not as beautiful as my husband."

Yang Ning couldn't help but laugh loudly: "My lady is still so good at speaking nice words...ah!"

"Husband, let's go inside quickly. It's snowing. You're weak, so don't catch a cold."

Yang Ning sniffed deeply and looked around.

"Well, what I said makes sense. Hey, where are Dalang and the others?"

Yang Jinzhong, who had already filled his stomach with dog food, grinned dryly.

"The young master and the young lady did not dare to disturb you two, so they both went in first..."

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After a satisfying dinner, Han began to make tea for her husband.

Yang Qian honestly recounted his experience during this period in detail. He was attacked near Yangzijin and rescued Li Shimin and Lady Li.

Later, he presented a generous gift of engraving and printing technology to the emperor: "Collection of Poems and Fu of the Emperor"...

Yang Ning, a veteran cadre, sipped the tea with a complex taste. His expression became more and more complicated, and he asked a few questions from time to time.

When he heard that his son was on Yuelingtai Mountain in the south of the Yangtze River, he unexpectedly became a big figure.

Well, Yang Ning's forehead started to swell. When he heard this, Yang Ning actually recognized a senior brother.

Yang Ning, a veteran cadre, almost choked on his tea and his eyes widened.

"Dalang, father, didn't you listen to me? Are you talking about the swordsmanship you learned in a dream?"

"Then what kind of sword technique is it? It's clearly an ax technique. Alas...it's all my fault."

Han's face was a little dark, and he looked at Yang Qian with a look of pity and remorse.

"I didn't teach the big brother well when I was little, so the old god gave our big brother an incompetent senior brother."

"..." Yang Qian's face was also dark, and he nodded silently, agreeing with his mother's statement.

At this time, Yang Wugou, who was a little sleepy, yawned, and his bright black eyes fell on Yang Qian.

Yang Qian, who understood Yang Wugou's intention, smiled and nodded.

"Father, mother, let the child read to Wu Kuai first and coax her to sleep, and then listen to father's teachings."

Yang Ning saw the look of approval on his wife's face and didn't say much.

"Okay, then go ahead and come back early."

Yang Wugou, who was very capable of doing things, didn't need Yang Qian's help. He finished washing himself and got into the quilt obediently.

Yang Qian then sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the book he had brought with him in the car, while Zhili played the piano at the right time.

Along with Yang Qian's magnetic voice, the sound of reading is gentle yet penetrating.

Little Wugou just stared at his bright black eyes, watching and listening quietly.

Until Yang Qian finished reading an article, slowly closed the book and turned around.

Xiao Wugou then showed a sweet smile and closed his eyes in time...
Chapter completed!