The cannon fodder original wife's bad story

Chapter 268

Honeysuckle was about to ask again, but she glanced and saw the figure of the gentleman at the door. Two lanterns were lit in the courtyard, but the light was dim enough.

Despite this, he can be seen at a glance.

Pei An walked over, the night breeze gently caressing his robe, and he was slightly drunk, making his steps a little unsteady. When he arrived in front of Song Guanzhou, he unconsciously lowered his body, half-knelt and smiled at Song Guanzhou.

"Little drunkard."

He couldn't help but pinch Song Guanzhou's blushing little face. The soft touch made him feel confused.

"You ate a lot, too."

Pei An didn't notice that Song Guanzhou was too calm. He just grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her into his arms, "Go back to the house. I'll show you the abacus."

After saying this, he half hugged and half embraced Song Guanzhou into the main room, turned around the screen, and entered the inner room.

It turned out that there was a square, long wooden box on the kang table. The box was simple, painted with dark red lacquer, and had a brass lock on the front. Pei An pressed it lightly and it popped open.

"Open it and see for yourself."

His eyes were full of smiles as he held the gift in both hands and handed it to Song Guanzhou.

Song Guanzhou was not vague either. He flipped it open with one hand and saw a coral red seventeen-level abacus in front of him. It was much smaller than the ordinary wooden abacus, with a white and red imitation jade frame and brass cylinders as levels. The upper and lower beads were two colors, the two layers of the upper beads were darker red, and the five layers of the lower beads were lighter in color.

The beams were made of wood of the same color as the brass.

This abacus seems to have less calculations but more feminine elegance.

Song Guanzhou had originally not taken it seriously, but now she was amazed. In her previous life, she had seen many abacuses, including bronze, gold, sandalwood, bamboo and even more valuable ivory artifacts.

To be honest, none of them are as beautiful as this one.

First of all, the color, pink, white and red, is what women like. Secondly, the size. Song Guanzhou reached out and fiddled with it. The size of the beads fit his fingers perfectly. It was not as cramped as some small abacuses, nor as tiring as using an abacus.

If I have to point out a disadvantage, it is that it is heavier than the ordinary wooden abacus.

The more Song Guanzhou looked at it, the more he liked it. He took it out with both hands and placed it on the table on the kang, and started to dial it. "Silang, this abacus is really good."

"Like it?"

Song Guanzhou nodded sincerely, "I'm sorry to bother you. I'm afraid you figured it out yourself and asked someone to customize it."

"Of course. When I told the owner of the jade shop about this, he was surprised. It's not that there are no women who like this, but most of them make it into ornaments, hanging around their waists, or custom-made into hairpins and embedded in their hair. Those who are good at using the abacus usually use the wooden abacus, and few have such requirements as mine."

It was a time-consuming and laborious process, and Pei An spent a lot of energy on revisions and selection of materials.

When he was on duty at night, he would go to the jade boss first. He wanted the jade to look good and be resistant to impact. He couldn't let the frame fall apart while he was calculating, as that would be embarrassing.

I had sold one to the old accountant of the jade shop and asked him to try it out. After a while, the old man shook his head and said, "This is beautiful, but not easy to use. The beads are hard to move and the sound is too harsh. If you use it frequently, at the end of the month or the end of the quarter, your fingers will not be able to bear it for a day or two."

That definitely won't work.

Pei An thought that on the day of the exam, Song Guanzhou would definitely fiddle with her from beginning to end. Her fingers had been injured before, and her nails were newly grown. It would definitely not be okay to have her fingers injured like this.

After many modifications, the gear was replaced with brass, which makes it much more sensitive to operate.

That's how Song Guanzhou got the sword now.

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol that Pei An was more emotional than usual. He smiled constantly on his fair face. He sat down next to Song Guanzhou and his words were not as calm as usual. "My lady, have you thought about how to thank me?"

Song Guanzhou raised the corners of her lips, her brows hid a smile, and the shallow dimples on her cheeks appeared from time to time. She half lowered her head and did not answer Pei An's words.

This made Pei An feel itchy.

With one hand he held her slender waist, with the other hand he embraced her shoulders and head.

There was a hint of alcohol on his lips, and he let his heart move as he lowered his head and kissed her.

Song Guanzhou whimpered and dodged halfway, allowing him to kiss the corner of his lips. He pretended to be displeased and slightly annoyed, "My wife——"

"You have to go on duty tomorrow."

Pei An snorted, "It was like this in the past, why didn't my wife dodge?" From time to time, she ignored Pei An, and the pestering became more and more unbearable. Often, he was the only one who was sore all over and working hard, but this goblin ignored her and slept soundly.

Why are you so pampered today?

He was in the mood, so he called out to the outside to close the door, then picked up Song Guanzhou and put him on the bed. Song Guanzhou didn't have any idea at first, but he couldn't resist Pei An's practice makes perfect, and he was also an old hand at the affairs of the boudoir, so he kissed and nibbled and hugged him, wishing he could eat him up completely.

Song Guanzhou was already a little tipsy, and after being teased, she resisted at first, but gradually her heart softened, and she turned into a pool of still water, drowning the man.

They were a young couple, and they were full of passion and could get angry at any time.

One is tall and majestic, the other is coquettish. The wildness and laziness collided with each other, causing a storm and red waves. Song Guanzhou felt uncomfortable at first and called out to Silang in a tender voice, "Wait a minute."

Later, the battle situation reversed. Pei An called out to his darling and thought of his treasure, wanting to die, but was held back by Song Guanzhou, who said the same thing, "Silang, wait a minute."

It makes people intoxicated from heart to spirit, body to soul.

Song Guanzhou fell asleep and no longer cared about what was happening on his body. Pei An never liked to let the maid take care of him, so he asked someone to prepare hot water. He coaxed and hugged the soft and gentle lady and brought her into the bathtub.

"Shiro, I feel tired."

The man bit her ear and kissed her, "Your husband is also tired, but your figure is like a blooming peach blossom, which always makes your husband linger."

Song Guanzhou half-closed his eyes and snorted, "I have been doing homework all day and my waist and back are sore. I shouldn't have been so indulgent, but my husband was so good-looking that I couldn't control myself for a moment."

He pretended to be calm on the surface, but spoke like a playboy.

When it comes to secrets in the boudoir, Pei An likes Song Guanzhou the best. He is tall and holds a delicate woman in his arms. They are frank with each other, and after a while, they become lustful again.

Song Guanzhou stopped him and said, "I'm afraid you can't use it anymore."

The next day I have to organize my books and practice math. I'm busy all day. If I continue to indulge myself, I might miss out on important things.

But Pei An was young and strong, and would not allow her to persuade him.

Instead, he suppressed it, coaxing and deceiving her. In the bathroom, the dim candlelight flickered, the waves in the bathtub were surging, the small pond was filled with strong winds and waves, and the small boat was drifting towards the other side.

During this time, the wind was howling, the rain was whistling, and the lady was speaking softly.

The knot of hair is entangled like the tow rope of a small boat. The anchor is dropped and the boat stops to watch the boat.

"I can't leave you in this life, my wife." The goddess of Wushan is like a fairyland on earth. Pei An roars, and he and Song Guanzhou are entangled as if it will be like this for the rest of their lives.