I have a husband in a woman-centered

Fu Yixian struggled: "What do you want to do? Let me go."

He looked at Mingyue with angry eyes. If looks could kill, Mingyue would have been a corpse by now.

Xiang Mingyue: "Don't you understand? Of course I want to be close to you! Aren't you my concubine?"

Fu Yixian struggled even more fiercely and said, "Let go. If you don't let go, I'll call you cousin."

Xiang Mingyue chuckled, and when he opened his mouth to call Yan Haochen, she let go of his hand and said, "Oh, I remember, I haven't washed up yet, will I have bad breath? I have to go wash up first, Xianxian, wait for me to come back."

Fu Yixian watched her retreat like a rabbit and quickly withdrew.

His teeth were itching from biting them.

Only a ghost would wait for her to come back.

Ah! What the hell is Xianxian? That's a nickname that even daddy doesn't call him.

Thinking of the word "Xianxian" uttered by Mingyue, Fu Yixian angrily overturned the basin of water beside him. If he could get up at this moment, he would want to beat Mingyue, that woman, to death.

Although Yan Haochen was chopping wood next door, he also heard the noise in the room. But seeing Yixian's appearance just now, he wanted to calm him down. As a result, when he heard the sound of a wooden basin falling to the ground, he put down the axe and went into their room. He saw Fu Yixian grabbing the armrest of the wheelchair angrily and looking outside the main room.

Yan Haochen asked in confusion: "Yixian? What happened? Did you knock over the basin? It's nothing, I'll clean it up."

He also knew that his cousin suddenly broke his leg, and he couldn't accept it, and his temper became worse and worse, but here, they were the only two relatives, and he couldn't ignore him.

Fu Yixian said calmly: "Cousin, leave it alone, I can clean it up myself."

These words no longer had the feeling of inferiority, fragility, and suffering from the previous desire to save face.

He knew who had pissed him off.

No matter how sensitive he is, he can still distinguish right from wrong.

His cousin has done so much for him, so he should solve these things by himself if he can.

Seeing that he was indeed not as resistant as before and could do something on his own to distract himself from his negative emotions, Yan Haochen did not stop him.

He said, "I'm going to chop wood. Call me if you need anything."

Fu Yixian nodded, silently cleaned up the water on the ground, put the wooden basin away, poured out her own menstrual fluids, washed herself, then sat in a wheelchair and watched Yan Haochen chopping wood in the yard.

He thought: "Although my cousin is big and strong, he has been teased by the young masters of wealthy families since he was a child, and he will never get married. But I have to say that in their current situation, my cousin's body shape is much safer than his. It is not easy to be bullied, especially by that woman. "

I also thought back to the past, when my uncle was still alive, what he was most worried about was my cousin's marriage.

Now, his father has passed away, and he was driven out of the family because of his broken leg and lost his reputation. He also caused his cousin to lose a good marriage and leave the family. The two of them came to Zhongling Village with no one to rely on, and obtained household registration by getting married, which was not easy in many ways.

Sometimes he always wondered, why should people live?

Why live if it's so tiring?

When Xiang Mingyue came out of the shower, she saw Fu Yixian, who seemed to be enveloped in melancholy again. She put down the toiletries in her hand, put one hand on the handle of his wheelchair, and said, "Xianxian, do you know how eye-catching the way you looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle just now was?"

Fu Yixian...

He glanced at her sideways and turned his head away, not wanting to pay any attention to her.

This kind of person becomes more and more excited the more you pay attention to her.

Xiang Mingyue saw the melancholy atmosphere surrounding Fu Yixian shattered like a bubble. Seeing that he was still glaring at her, she reached out to hook his chin.

Fu Yixian turned around and looked at her. His smile was gentle and warm, but his words were very lethal. He said, "Are you not afraid that I will use a knife?"