Rebirth Seventy Silly Wife, She Has a Space of Fortune

Shen Junshan pulled up the quilt to cover his head, and the temperature inside the quilt gradually rose.

Han Jiaojiao didn't notice, she took off his pants neatly, and when she wiped somewhere, Han Jiaojiao's face turned red with embarrassment.

Quickly covered it with a quilt: "I'll get you a new pair of pants and put them on."

"Ah."

Han Jiaojiao hurriedly found a new pair of boxers from her luggage.

Shen Junshan wanted to sit up, but with his core exerted force, the wound on his abdomen was pulled, and his brows furrowed again.

Han Jiaojiao hurriedly helped him back to the bed, groped sideways, and helped him put on his pants.

Then put on trousers and cover him with a silk quilt.

Du Ling laughed loudly: "What's wrong with the wife wiping her husband's body? It's nothing more than normal! Are you embarrassed because you are newly married?"

"hehe yes."

Han Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief, she didn't expect Shen Junshan's to be more delicate than the model, and the real thing is more dynamic.

Du Ling wanted to chat with them for a while, seeing that Han Jiaojiao got up to adjust the mosquito net.

Du Ling said wittily, "Young man, rest first, and I will come to see you tomorrow morning."

"Aunt Du, go slowly."

Han Jiaojiao was worried, she helped Du Ling out, and after seeing her back to the room, she picked up the shorts that Shen Junshan had changed and went out to wash.

There is a gray and white stone sink in the backyard with a drain tap above the sink.

When Han Jiaojiao came out with soap to wash her clothes, Shen Junshan could see her profile from the window beside the bed.

Shen Junshan looked at it for as long as she washed it.

Han Jiaojiao washed her face with cold water by the way, and caught a gust of cool wind when she straightened her back.

Han Jiaojiao was shivering from the cold, and rushed back to the room.

Lock the latch, push the stool behind the door, and put an enamel cup beside the stool.

Shen Junshan: "Very cautious."

"It's better to be cautious outside, in case you encounter a psychopath and break the door in the middle of the night."

Han Jiaojiao checked the window again, and it looked stronger than the door.

Han Jiaojiao squatted down and lit a mosquito coil between the two beds.

The mosquitoes here are big and fat, and they can still fly in when the doors and windows are closed.

After lighting the mosquito coils, she took two empty bottles and put them in Shen Junshan's hand, poured water for him, and gave him two extra pillows to stuff his waist.

Han Jiaojiao tucked up the mosquito net and said, "I should be able to sleep well tonight. If you want to get up, call me. Don't use force. If the wound opens repeatedly, it will definitely be infected."

"I see, Jiaojiao, you are so reliable."

"That is, there are not many people as reliable as me!"

Han Jiaojiao turned around on the bed, and after tucking in the mosquito net along the side of the bed, she lay on the pillow she took from the space, feeling quite comfortable.

She breathed out, "Jun Shan, what do you want to eat tomorrow morning?"

"It's all right."

"Then let's eat yogurt beef rice noodles. I saw others eating them on the side of the road today. It seems good."

"Row."

"With a noodle nest, a cup of soy milk and fried crispy dumplings, there are sweet, salty, hot and sour, it must be delicious."

Shen Junshan turned his head and asked seriously: "Jiaojiao, have you finished eating?"

"Isn't it you? Eat what I can't finish. You're sleepy. Go to sleep."

Han Jiaojiao yawned a lot and fell asleep in a daze.

In the dream, I went to the courtyard of the Shen family again. The courtyard was full of people, surrounded by the third uncle and men who looked like leaders.

Everyone quarreled fiercely. When Shen Junshan and the third uncle got up to leave, suddenly a person rushed out from behind and smashed a big iron pot at Shen Junshan.

"Junshan!"

Han Jiaojiao jumped up from the bed, and Shen Junshan woke up immediately when he heard her cry.

He lifted the mosquito net and rushed over: "What's wrong?"

"I……"

Whoops, it's that dream again.

Why every dream is about Shen Junshan's injury.

But when he was stabbed by Haifang yesterday, she didn't have a prophetic dream.

Could it be that it didn't appear in the prophetic dream because it wasn't fatal?

Han Jiaojiao calmed down slowly, and took Shen Junshan's hand: "I'm fine, is it okay for you to get up? Did you pull the wound?"

"It's okay, are you really okay?"

Shen Junshan wiped the cold sweat off her forehead with the back of his hand: "Are you not used to sleeping in the countryside?"

"No, I wasn't a countryman before, so I'm not used to it."

Hearing her awkward voice, Shen Junshan knew that she was comforting him, and felt a little sorry in his heart.

Han Jiaojiao squeezed out a smile: "I'm serious! Besides, I love to have nightmares. I didn't have them in the county before."

"Too."

"Don't worry, it's only 03:30, go to sleep, now is the time to raise your organs!"

Han Jiaojiao drove him back to bed to rest, and tucked up the mosquito net again for him.

She looked at Shen Junshan's sleeping face, recalled the scene in her dream, and still shuddered.

Although she knew that he was attacked by someone and hit his head with an iron pot, she couldn't see the murderer's face, and only vaguely remembered that it was a man.

So annoying!

Han Jiaojiao was thinking about the murderer, she didn't fall asleep for a long time, and it was dawn in a blink of an eye, and the birds and insects outside were making a lot of noise.

She couldn't lie down at five o'clock, so she got up to wash up first, and then went shopping on the street.

People in the countryside get up very early. When Han Jiaojiao went out, many people were already squatting at the door with bowls and chopsticks, eating noodles and steamed buns.

She finally found a place that sold breakfast, spent [-] cents on sour powder and soy milk, and another [-] cents on noodle nests and crispy dumplings.

When he returned to the guest house, Shen Junshan was already up.

He washed and changed his clothes while leaning on his crutches. Han Jiaojiao took two stools and put them outside by the window, and put all the food by the window, and they sat in the yard with him to eat.

Han Jiaojiao gave him the mushrooms and fungus in her bowl.

"These seem to be fresh. They are good for your health. You should eat more."

"You like these?"

"I like all the delicious ones. The mushroom meat is so thick, but it's a pity that there is no meat. When I go back, I will make a version with meat for you to eat."

Han Jiaojiao unscrewed her face, and Shen Junshan was half alone.

She took a bite of the crispy dumpling, fried crispy on the outside, wrapped in thick powdered sugar, and scented with sweet-scented osmanthus inside.

Han Jiaojiao was very satisfied: "It's really well done! I don't know if there is such a snack in the county."

"There is a fried crispy dumpling shop on East Second Street that does a good job."

"Have you ever eaten?"

"Zhong Shun will buy it when he passes by. He has tasted it for me."

"That kid is good at eating."

Han Jiaojiao took a big mouthful of powder, and her eyes watered with spicy oil.

Shen Junshan didn't know whether she was happy or upset.

"Hey, let's have breakfast, it's really rich!"

Du Ling came out of the room with dark circles under his eyes, and he didn't seem to have slept well.

Han Jiaojiao didn't buy her food either, she was inexplicably embarrassed.

Du Ling saw the fungus and mushrooms piled up in Shen Junshan's bowl, and nodded repeatedly: "This wife is painful, young man, don't you think so?"

Shen Junshan nodded quickly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He couldn't agree more with that.