Rebirth 78: Hunting for Treasure in the Mountains, Spoiling My Wife and Daughter to the Heavens

This little incident happened.

The relationship between the two was not that awkward.

On the contrary, they really do seem like a family.

Thunder on a sunny day? Lu Weiguo wasn't so naive as to think it was really caused by Zhao Yangyang's oath.

She was left inside to cook.

Go to the warehouse and take out some loose cloth to cover the car.

No matter what kind of car it is, they're all the same; they're not afraid of being used.

Rather, they were afraid of getting it wet in the rain and afraid of it rusting.

It was a great effort to finally seal the hood tightly.

A light rain began to fall.

It's sunny when it rains, but it only lasts for a short while. I'm afraid the rain will get my clothes wet.

So I took it off.

His muscles gleamed bronze in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Zhao Yangyang kept stealing glances at that figure, his eyes filled with a hazy longing.

When Li Xiulian was alive, she did indeed think about having something happen between her and Lu Weiguo.

Six months ago, I was quite crazy, convinced that I could rival Li Xiulian.

But the more seriously we get along...

The more she examined herself, the clearer she became about the gap between herself and Li Xiulian.

In addition, there was the persuasion from her parents.

Only then did he gradually calm down.

But now, my parents have also loosened their grip.

Li Xiulian also left.

A bold idea popped into my head: "Why, why can't I become Wei's woman tonight? Even just once, just one night with Li Xiulian..."

Just for one night.

The thought had just arisen.

Zhao Yangyang gave a bitter smile.

"Zhao Yangyang, oh Zhao Yangyang."

"Don't you know what you did before? You wanted to ruin someone else's life, and now you want to be friends with someone? Why didn't you do that earlier?"

At this moment, she has a clear understanding of herself.

Of course, Zhang Dexing also deserves credit for this.

If it weren't for her feeling that Zhang Dexing was a beast.

I don't want to be like him.

He also understood her dislike for Zhang Dexing, just as Lu Weiguo had disliked him back then.

It doesn't have to be this humble.

"Perhaps, staying by his side for just one month will be enough, as a way of atonement."

"I still have a conscience."

Zhao Yangyang gave himself an excuse.

His gaze also became firm.

Lu Weiguo covered the car and tidied up most of the things in the yard.

Only then did he return to the house.

Zhao Yangyang had already prepared a warm towel.

She wanted to hand it to Lu Weiguo, but at the last moment she withdrew her hand and took the initiative to help wipe away the sweat and water droplets.

The moment her hand touched Lu Weiguo's body, she trembled all over, as if she had been electrocuted.

Less than a year ago, she had also helped Lu Weiguo wipe his body.

However, at that time, I felt not only no disgust, but rather a strong sense of aversion.

But now.

Zhao Yangyang wiped it very carefully, using her fingers to gently clean every inch of skin, as if she were handling a piece of art leather.

Lu Weiguo felt a strange, inexplicable feeling.

Memories of his past life surfaced in his mind.

Zhao Yangyang's disdainful look.

And that disdainful look... but now...

A sense of conquest welled up from the bottom of my heart.

He instinctively grabbed her hand.

"Huh? I...did I not wipe it properly?"

Zhao Yangyang trembled all over, but did not struggle.

There was only a hint of panic in his eyes.

A sincere gaze is often more likely to ignite desire.

But Lu Weiguo suppressed his inner turmoil and pulled out the handkerchief.

"The towel is a little wet, I'll wipe it myself."

Put your clothes on.

It was completely dark.

Lu Weiguo has been busy outside these past few days, and all he eats are the children's meals that kids like.

Most of the food is sweet, and it's not very appealing to adults.

Zhao Yangyang served traditional Northeastern dishes.

Suddenly, their appetites returned.

Vegetables with dipping sauce, homemade soybean paste.

Three delicacies from the ground to accompany rice: cabbage, vermicelli, and stewed pork.

Finally, there was a bowl of steaming loach soup.

The steaming hot rice glistened.

The aroma of authentic Northeast rice whetted Lu Weiguo's appetite.

But he remembered that Zhao Yangyang couldn't cook before.

I guess I've been exercising at home during this period.

Lu Weiguo was also starving, so he mixed the stir-fried potatoes, eggplant, and green peppers with rice.

Before Zhao Yangyang even sat down at the table, they had already started eating all night.

"Let me serve you some rice, eat slowly, don't hold back. And... I also have some wine I brought from home, would you like to try some?"

"OK."

There's a story behind all of Old Zhao's liquor.

Although they are all homemade liquor.

It can be stored for a relatively long time.

It has a unique fragrance.

Zhao Yangyang served himself a large bowl of rice, and then poured himself a small glass of baijiu (Chinese liquor).

The wine is amber in color in the glass, indicating it has been aged for at least ten years.

Lu Weiguo's throat bobbed slightly; this old Zhao had definitely gone all out.

Last time I drank at his house, I couldn't bear to take it out.

"Let me have a drink with you. If this dish doesn't go well with alcohol, I'll go get you a plate of peanuts."

To be honest, Lu Weiguo was a little moved at this moment.

After his rebirth, he was the one taking care of everyone.

As long as he was home, he almost never let Li Xiulian cook or get tired.

After all, taking care of children is tiring enough.

He thought he would help share the burden if he could.

And at this moment, this feeling of being taken care of.

It's actually quite comfortable.

"Okay, drink slowly, this wine is probably going to be quite strong."

Lu Weiguo raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Zhao Yangyang, instead of being in a hurry, filled Lu Weiguo's cup first.

He then raised his glass and took a sip.

However, she probably wasn't used to drinking this aged liquor; it was so spicy that she could only stick out her tongue.

"If you can't drink it, then don't. Just drink more fish soup."

"No! I can drink it!" Zhao Yangyang, with his rebellious streak, took a big gulp.

The older the wine, the milder its flavor, but the stronger its alcohol content.

Zhao Yangyang is also quite rebellious; the more you try to stop her from drinking, the more enthusiastically she drinks.

After only two ounces of liquor, Zhao Yangyang's eyes became glazed over.

I almost fell over when I got up to serve the rice.

Walking while holding onto the wall, it started swaying from side to side.

However, he still stubbornly insisted that he was fine.

"Oh dear, there's a duck in the house, quacking away, and its beak is really hard."

Lu Weiguo found it interesting and laughed.

As if to punish him, Zhao Yangyang put the food on the table again, and then his legs went weak.

She suddenly collapsed into Lu Weiguo's arms.

"Weiguo, I..."

She was whimpering, her eyes glazed over.

Her whole face turned as red as an apple, and her lips were bitten with teeth marks, but her little tongue kept licking them.

My heart is burning with passion.

Lu Weiguo, however, continued to hold on.

"Get up, let's eat first."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yangyang seemed about to cry.

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

Without Lu Weiguo's help, she stubbornly stood up.

But the next moment, perhaps he really did drink too much.

He lost his footing and fell headfirst into the corner of the kang (a heated brick bed).

Lu Weiguo was quick-witted and nimble-fingered.

He pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Don't worry about me! I can manage!!"

She was also intoxicated and kept pushing Lu Weiguo.

"I don't need your help, I...I..."

A soft moan escaped her lips as her mouth was sealed with something hot.

During the struggle, both of them lost their temper.

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