Substitute Bride: The Gentle Husband of the Evil Girl is Crazy and Wild

Li Xiaoyu understood this sentence very well.

She rolled her eyes at the man openly and said, "I'm not the dead one, why didn't you say so earlier?"

I was so scared that I got goosebumps.

She glared at him again, and then said something sarcastic: "My husband said not to mention death, but you still use such words to touch me. It's really annoying."

Gu Fei didn't know what Li Xiaoyu looked like, she only heard her words which sounded gentle but were actually blaming.

I also guessed that she wouldn't be in a good mood now.

He didn't care and continued to stare at the yard, his thin lips slightly curled, and his low voice was tinged with a hint of smile.

"Those two words don't refer to you. They don't really refer to you."

He put paper and charcoal pencils on the table, and took out the scrolls and spread them out.

Li Xiaoyu looked at him while posing, his lips pressed into a straight line. When he saw that his mouth was slightly open, he realized that he had something else to say.

She stopped what she was doing and looked at him quietly.

See what other nasty things he can say.

Gu Fei did not disappoint her, and said, "If you think I am pointing at you..."

He deliberately stopped here, waiting for Li Xiaoyu to ask further questions.

The latter saw what he meant and simply put down her work, folded her arms across her chest, and bent her clear peach blossom eyes downwards.

She smiled sweetly and looked very confident.

Come on, come on, let's see what bad shit you're holding back.

The calm voice without a trace of pretense asked seriously: "Husband, it is not a good habit to leave a sentence halfway. What do you want to say?"

After a moment, the man turned around and looked directly at the woman opposite him.

The index finger gently touched the side of the forehead, the movement was so light, just like his voice: "A thief has a guilty conscience."

These four words were light and gentle yet indifferent.

His eyes fell on his slightly curved eyes, glancing at his lazy expression, Li Xiaoyu pursed his lips and nodded.

She didn't comment, but the smile on her face remained.

"Strictly speaking, I am indeed a thief."

She changed her posture, picked up a painting in front of her and began to study it, saying in an innocent tone, "My husband knew from the beginning that I was a thief, and he still acted weak in front of me."

"If I am guilty of something, my husband will be the thief crying 'stop thief'."

She has a lot of twisted logic.

Although the two thieves are of different levels, neither is cleaner than the other.

Gu Fei didn't care about her ridicule, but the word "delicate" made his mood change a little.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, "Delicate..."

The sound was not loud and only two people could hear it.

Li Xiaoyu looked up at him. Her rebellious nature made her unable to lose in the verbal battle while ensuring her safety. She coughed and cleared her throat.

I lowered my voice and imitated what he had said before.

He sighed in frustration: "It's impolite to call you by your full name, so I'll call you Xiaoyu, is that okay?"

Then he added in a tone of grievance: "It's a pity that I am a cripple and cannot protect you from the wind and rain."

Then she pinched her throat again and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Madam, you are so generous. I don't know how to repay you."

She told him every word the man had said in her memory before the showdown with Gu Fei, pretending to be a gentle husband.

Listening to her changing her tone from time to time to tease herself.

Gu Fei didn't feel embarrassed at all. He clenched his left hand into a fist, placed it under his nose and coughed lightly.

Hide the upturned corners of the mouth.

After saying that, Li Xiaoyu felt a little thirsty, so she went to the kitchen to scoop some cold water to drink.

When she came back, Gu Fei asked in a gentle voice: "Madam, you are not very cooperative, and you are not angry."

Li Xiaoyu's mouth twitched.

Any normal person would subconsciously feel sympathy for someone like him.

As for getting angry, the high-intensity work has long allowed her to develop a calm mindset as long as her bottom line is not crossed.

She can control her emotions.

In her eyes, getting angry can't solve any problems and will only make your body worse.

It’s better to face it with a calm mind.

She smiled and teased, "So, husband, can you help this angry lady like me to study the scroll?"

"My wife has already asked for help. If I don't help, it would seem that I am petty."

The two of them called each other Madam and husband, you gave me yin and yang, I gave you yin and yang, and each voice was more pleasant than the other.

To others, it would seem that they are getting along very well.

Just today, Zhao Ergou came down from the mountain and thought of the words Li Xiaoyu scolded him.

He turned to the rotten fence, stood on tiptoe and looked into the Gu family yard. He looked at the house.

Li Xiaoyu and Gu Fei were seen sitting on a long bench together, the former holding a roll of paper with something unknown drawn on it.

Chatting and laughing with the latter.

Seeing the woman smiling like a flower, he spat on the ground.

He said to himself, "Li Xiaoyu, just wait for me."

Although Gu Fei was discussing the murderer with Li Xiaoyu, out of habit, he was also paying attention to the movements around him.

When he heard footsteps outside, he thought it was just villagers passing by.

Until Zhao Ergou said that, he put away the smile on his face and said to Li Xiaoyu calmly: "Someone is peeping outside."

Li Xiaoyu sat on Gu Fei's left side, leaning against the inner seat.

She tilted her head to look outside, but her vision was blocked and she didn't see anyone outside. "I'll go check."

As he said this, he put down the scroll, stepped off the bench, and walked out.

Seeing her coming out, Zhao Ergou hurried away. When Li Xiaoyu came out, she saw his back running away in a hurry.

She looked at the almost empty yard.

She crossed her arms, bit her inner lip, and hissed, "What does this idiot want to do?"

Listening to her mumbling, Gu Fei thought of the person she had scolded at the door before.

When she returned puzzled, he asked, "Who is he?"

"Zhao Ergou, my father's bad friend, is a fetal god." Li Xiaoyu walked past him and sat down next to him again.

Gu Fei repeated casually: "Zhao Ergou."

Li Xiaoyu didn't know that he had other thoughts, and thought that he had never heard of such a despicable name, so he sneered: "Well, just like my father, not a good person."

The two then began to study the portraits and some written records.

Because she had worked on a museum exhibition hall before, which contained not only collections but also ancient texts, calligraphy and paintings, she and her colleagues specifically followed the client to study it.

Although the exhibition hall is completed, my understanding of ancient characters is still superficial.

But Chinese characters are profound and extensive. If you don’t know the characters with left and right structures, just recognize half of them.

For characters with upper and lower structures, if you don’t recognize the upper part, just recognize the lower part.

I can always guess it almost right.

She read the written record to Gu Fei in a halting manner, and the latter felt a headache listening to her stumbling words.

Seeing him frown, Li Xiaoyu scratched his ear awkwardly.

"I tried my best."

Hearing these four words, Gu Fei's face darkened.

The low-pressure voice said without any fluctuation: "If you want to go further on the road of being a painter, you must be familiar with more words."

"You can't even read a government archive record without stuttering, so you can't even recognize ten words in a line of the Ministry of Justice archives."

This cold and stern voice made Li Xiaoyu straighten his back even more.

She felt like she was back in middle school, being called to the blackboard by a strict teacher to do homework, and she felt a little panicked.

She quietly moved to the side and glanced at the expressionless man.

Pursing his lips, he asked cautiously, "Ministry of Justice? Isn't this dream a bit too ambitious?"

She just wanted to be a painter in the county town.