Gu Tingyuan took a step.

"There's no money at home. I want to buy arsenic, but I can't." Shaoyin added.

The man's body was noticeably loose.

Chapter 135 Ex-wife 4 A family of three.

Gu Tingyuan guessed that his wife was poisoned, but he dared not let his wife know. Fear that after she finds out, her temper will come up and she will have to toss again.

He couldn't keep an eye on her and his son all the time, and he couldn't guard against every precaution, so he didn't dare to provoke her.

But she said "can't afford it", which made him feel relieved.

Yes, no matter if she wants to poison or not, if she has such a plan, as long as she can't afford poison, it's all empty talk.

For a moment, he was a little fortunate that his wife was generous. The money he gave her, she always spent quickly, buying jewelry, powder, and expensive snacks, it was always spent within a few days.

While rejoicing, he couldn't help thinking in his heart, would he be more cautious when giving it to his wife in the future? Otherwise, if this happens again in the future, and she happens to have not used up the money in her hand, what should she do if she buys arsenic?

All kinds of thoughts, but for a moment. He turned around, his face could not be seen clearly in the night, there was only a delicate outline: "It's all my fault, I came back late, I'm tired and tired."

Shao Yin couldn't help but said to Hui Hui, "This is too virtuous!"

It's not about gender or gender!

For the sake of being a human being, both men and women are precious!

"Tsk." Hui Hui smacked his lips, "Then are you going to soak him?"

Let Huihui say that it hopes that Shaoyin will have the male protagonist.

It is a cannon fodder system, and its taskers can't even eat farts. According to the script, they can only die in various tricks.

If you soak up the male protagonist and rob the female protagonist's man, it will be interesting! It's exciting, exciting, and exciting to think about!

Shao Yin did not speak.

Such a virtuous man actually pokes her aesthetic a bit.

"The meal should be ready." She tapped her chin toward the stove, "You can serve it."

Gu Tingyuan responded immediately: "Okay, I'll serve the rice now."

Shaoyin turned around and went out, found a shadow in the chaotic night, walked over and held him: "Go home for dinner."

An'er raised her hand and said, "Mother eat!"

Shao Yin looked down and saw that it was half a bun.

This child eats very delicately, or rather grumpy, and he likes to nibble bit by bit. After wandering around for so long, he didn't even finish a single bun, and he still had half of it left!

Shaoyin thought about it, took it over, and ate it in two bites: "An'er is filial, and my mother is very happy."

An'er was also very happy. She was held by her mother and walked home.

It's not that he's not hungry, or that he's not craving steamed buns, but he remembers that there are fried mussels in the main room. If you fill up your stomach, how can you eat mussels later?

Shaoyin also took this into consideration and did not let him eat the whole bun. When the two entered the yard, they saw Gu Tingyuan walking to the main room, serving dishes and meals.

Shaoyin didn't help. She made the meal, and she had done her best.

After entering the room, he sat down at the table, picked up his chopsticks, and prepared to eat.

When Gu Tingyuan also sat down, she moved her chopsticks to the stewed winter melon in the large porcelain pot.

The winter melon was stewed and melted, and she cut it thinly, so it was not easy to clip. She retracted her chopsticks and said to Gu Tingyuan, "Go get a bowl and then a spoon."

Gu Tingyuan just picked up a wotou, and before he could take a bite, he heard the words and immediately put it back on the wotou, got up and went out.

As usual, no complaints at all.

Shaoyin couldn't help but sigh again, what a good temper!

After a while, he came in with two small bowls, one in front of his son and one in front of his wife. There was a small spoon in each bowl. He picked up the bowl in front of his son and scooped the winter melon soup into the bowl with a small spoon.

After scooping a few spoons, he found that his wife also picked up the small bowl and scooped the winter melon soup into the bowl, and couldn't help but move.

Shaoyin noticed his sight, glanced at him, and said, "When you remember, the winter melon soup is cold."

Gu Tingyuan wanted to explain that he planned to fill it up for his son, so he would fill it for her. But the words rolled around his mouth a few times before swallowing them back.

Worried that she didn't say anything on the surface, but he was angry in his heart. He glanced at her from time to time, and saw that she was eating the soup after filling it up, and there was no tendency to lose her temper. He couldn't help but relieved and concentrated on his son Serve soup.

Putting a small bowl of winter melon soup in front of his son, Gu Tingyuan broke off a small piece of wotou for him to eat slowly. With vegetable soup moistened, it will not get stuck in the throat.

Shaoyin pulled the bowl of shredded mussels from the middle of the table to his son: "Have you tasted it cold yet?"

It's actually not cold. The weather is hot and the food is cold. She touched the wall of the bowl with the back of her finger just now, but it was still hot.

An'er likes the word "taste", which reminds him of what his mother told him when the dishes were just out of the pot.

He hurriedly picked up the small spoon and stretched it into the bowl.

The fresh and salty taste has been remembered by the taste buds. Even if he ate half a meat bun, he did not forget it. He couldn't wait to scoop a spoonful and swallow it in his mouth. The familiar and delicious taste spread on the tip of his tongue, which made him satisfied. Eyes narrowed.

The mussels were hammered soft and chewy, and the celery was wrapped in a gravy and crunched deliciously. He was so happy that he went to scoop a second spoon. When I ate the second spoon, I remembered something: "Dad eat!"

Gu Tingyuan looked at the little bit of mussel and asked an adult man to eat it, but it was only two mouthfuls, and said, "Dad doesn't like it."

"Delicious!" An'er tried to convince him, "Dad try it."

Being watched by his son's bright eyes, Gu Tingyuan had no choice but to take a thin piece of celery and put it in his mouth: "Well, it's delicious."

"Dad taste the meat!" An'er said again.

Gu Tingyuan couldn't help it, his heart softened into a puddle of water, and he caught the smallest piece of shredded pork: "It's delicious."

How could it not be delicious? Is there any meat that doesn't taste good?