Chongxi little husband

The dialect thought that the uncle came to see the uncle and he had something important to say, but he didn't expect him to come back just after drinking half a bowl of chicken soup.

Holding the bowl, Fang Yan watched Zhang Ji walk in curiously, and when he sat down next to him, he asked aloud, "Have you eaten yet? It's still warm, let's have some together."

Zhang Ji wanted to say no to eating, but he glanced at the dialect's stomach, he couldn't help but paused slightly, then nodded in agreement, and Du Juan, who was waiting at the door, hurriedly went to the kitchen to get a pair of dishes and came back.

"What's wrong with you, Uncle?"

In the end, he still couldn't help asking, Zhang Ji filled half a bowl of red date porridge himself, the thick white rice porridge was mixed with red dates, the color was eye-catching, but slightly sweet, Zhang Ji ate a mouthful, his brows were slightly frowned, but in the end It didn't stop, the dialect was funny.

Stretching out his chopsticks, he took the red date from his bowl and bit it directly into his mouth.

Recently, the taste of the dialect is sweet, and other people are afraid that he will be too tired, so Mrs. Du simply put a few grains in the rice porridge he cooked.

Zhang Ji looked at the dialect with a bulging cheek with a smile on his face, and looked at it for a while before looking away, "Eat some vegetables, too."

Seeing the green vegetables in the bowl, dialect curled his lips secretly, not knowing where Mrs. Du stopped, saying that eating light food was good for him and the children, but the green vegetables were so stingy that they almost didn’t sprinkle salt. Every time they ate the green vegetables, they felt All fade out to the birds.

Although it is indeed better to eat light food, but he always gets hungry quickly after eating this kind of food.

Mo Ke, you have to eat even if you don't want to. Who said that the person sitting next to him is the most obedient, but also the most difficult to change his mind?

Zhang Ji looked at Fangyan, who looked as bitter and bitter as eating green vegetables as if going to the guillotine, and slightly sternly said, "You have to set a good example for your sons, and don't be picky eaters."

Fang Yan squinted at him, can he not frown and stare at the red dates in the bowl when he said this?

Zhang Ji followed the dialect and looked at his bowl—the red date lying alone at the bottom of the bowl, "..."

Dialect raised his eyebrows while eating green vegetables.

Zhang Ji: "..." The slender fingers picked up the jujube with the chopsticks, stuffed it into his mouth while learning the dialect, and squinted back.

"Pfft—" Dialect finally failed, "Okay, don't force yourself if you don't like it, just spit it out."

"..."

In the end, Zhang Ji was surprised and helpless in the dialect, but he ate it, but his face was a little stiff.

[Oh~~ As expected of being the head of the family, you just have to set an example~~ Your man is so handsome! ]

[......]

Dialect ignored Canbao, and quickly brought over the chicken soup he hadn't finished, and brought it to Zhang Ji's mouth. He couldn't help muttering, "Why don't you force yourself if you don't like sweet? Take a few sips of soup. Du Juan, go to the kitchen to help The master will pack another meal."

"Yes."

Zhang Ji looked at the dialect while drinking the soup. The dialect was about to laugh angrily. He picked up a large chopstick of green vegetables, "I eat, I eat vegetables."

"Ah."

"..." Dialect didn't talk to him about this topic at all, "You haven't said what uncle asked you to do with uncle."

Zhang Ji took two sips to signal the dialect, and the dialect waved his hand, indicating that he was full after eating, so Zhang Ji drank the rest before answering.

"It's nothing, Zhang Qi is a bit seriously injured, my uncle came to pick up Langzhong Mo for diagnosis and treatment, so I'll follow along to have a look."

Hearing the dialect, he couldn't help opening his eyes slightly, hurt?

Zhang Ji glanced at him and nodded, "I didn't know at first, but my uncle told me a little bit that he was beaten by my uncle last night. I don’t even know, he was completely confused at the time.”

Fang Yan quickly swallowed the food in his mouth, surprised, "Fight? Why did it happen? Is it because of Zhang Chunyan and that child? But no matter how angry he is, he won't hit hard. Presumably Zhang Qi doesn't want the child to die Bar?"

"I don't know." Zhang Jidao, "However, that woman's child is gone."

Fang Yan sighed, put his hands on his stomach unconsciously, and suddenly remembered the blood-red dream, and quickly threw it away, "I've lost so much blood, I know..."

Zhang Ji also remembered what happened last night, so he couldn't help holding Dialect's hand, "Our family should pay more attention, but you will have to work hard."

Dialect smiled, "Not only I worked hard, but you all worked hard too." These people were more nervous than him, "Don't worry, I will stay well and will not run around at will, putting myself and my babies in danger."

Zhang Ji couldn't help but gently hugged him into his arms, and gently kissed the top of his hair, "Well, you are all my treasures, and I will do my best to protect you. Don't worry about uncle's affairs. The doctor is here."

"Ah."

In the days that followed, Dialect lived a life that was worse than a pig, but the others were not grounded, but he had to be accompanied wherever he went.

The dialect has a vague impression, saying that pregnant people should exercise some every day, otherwise Dao will have no energy when giving birth, and it will be even more difficult to give birth.

Therefore, he would go out for a walk at a fixed time every day, and he did not exceed the entire workshop. Occasionally, he would wander to the weaving room to talk to his sister Fang Ya.

On this day, he took Uncle Fu to the weaving room again, and the people inside greeted him one after another, and Fang Yan also smiled and went back one by one. Fang Ya hurriedly put down his work and helped him to his room not far from the next door. sit down.

Uncle Fu hurriedly said that he was going to check on the servants' work, and the dialect asked him to do the work first. He was talking to the elder sister here, and he would be accompanied when he returned.

After Uncle Fu left, Fang Ya began to look at her younger brother carefully.Although they lived in the same big courtyard these days, my younger brother was married after all, and she came here to help out. If she didn't do anything all day and always went to her brother's side, others would gossip again.

So if Dialect didn't come to look for her, she wouldn't see her every day.

"How are you?"

"Well, it's all good, I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere." Knowing that everyone is most concerned about his physical problems, the dialect will answer well every time he hears it, "Don't worry, sister, I eat and sleep well, Mo The doctor will take my pulse every two days, and he is also taking medicine, so I will be fine."

After hearing this, Fang Ya was relieved a lot.She looked at her younger brother with growing flesh and better skin lovingly, and was really happy for him. She had always noticed that Zhang Ji was really kind to her brother, and she felt relieved, "Then good."

Dialect glanced at his sister, a bit puzzled by her tone, but thinking of the purpose of coming this time, he put the doubts behind him, "Sister, I came this time to discuss something with you .”

Fang Ya looked at his solemn expression and thought she was going to say something, "You can just say what you want, and you can talk about it or not."

Dialect did not change his attitude, "Sister, I know you are all for me and for Xiaojin's good, but you are also my sister, my family, I don't want others to keep saying that you are not..."

Fang Ya's face changed slightly when she heard this, "Is it because I am here that someone else arranges you again?"

"No." Dialect hurriedly comforted her, "Sister, listen to me first, it's not what you think. I mean, sister, you are still young, you can't always think about me and Xiaojin, you should also think about it. Think about your future."

"I……"

Dialect interrupted her again, "Sister, don't worry, I don't mean to drive you away, I wish you could live with us forever, but won't this delay you?"

Fang Ya was stunned, smiled wryly for a while, and said, "I know what you mean, but I'm just a divorced person, how can I..."

"Why not?" Fang Yan lowered his face, "Sister, what's wrong with you? You are not very old, but you are capable. We were blind before, and we will look for it later. I don't ask for anything else, as long as I can let my sister You can be happy."

Seeing that Fang Ya still didn't stretch her eyebrows, Dialect slowed down her tone, "Sister, if we want others not to dislike us, we must first not dislike ourselves, and I believe there will still be people in this world who don't mind."

Fang Ya's eyes lit up slightly, but they disappeared quickly. She still shook her head, "Sister knows that you are doing it for my own good, but sister can't agree."

"Why?" Dialect was anxious, but after asking, he suddenly realized, "Sister, are you worried that those people are not sincere? Is it because of Zhang Ji?"

Fang Ya looked at him, nodded and shook his head for a while, and finally said, "Even if my brother-in-law is not the county magistrate, your family will attract people with ulterior motives as it is now."

"That's why we have to take a good look."

Fang Ya still shook her head, seeing the dialect she wanted to persuade again, she hurriedly said with a smile: "Don't worry about this matter, just let it go, and don't need to look for it specially, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble. But I still want to thank you for doing this for me. Think about it."

Fang Yan looked at her, and had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​persuading her for a long time. He also knew that the three siblings seemed to be quite talkative people, but once they made a decision, it was difficult to change it.So he still thinks again, he can't push too hard, but it will make things worse.

So he compromised, and the dialect said helplessly: "Okay then, I will listen to you first. But I still have something to do."

"Ok?"

Just as he was about to speak in dialect, Fu Bo came back with a message.

"Sister-in-law looking for me?" Fang Yan and Fang Ya looked at each other.

"Yes, this meeting is waiting in the front yard."

Fang Ya murmured, Fang Ya quickly advised him, "Since I found you here, there must be something really wrong, you should go back and have a look, you just came out for a while, next time you have free time, come to my sister's place again."

"OK then."

"Uncle Fu, please take care of me on the way back."

"Yes."

Fang Ya watched the two go away, stood for a while, and then closed the door and went back to the weaving room.

Fang Yan returned to the house where they lived temporarily, and sure enough, he saw Zhang Chunyan was already sitting in the main room waiting.His complexion was still faintly pale, obviously because he hadn't fully recovered from the miscarriage.

Seeing Fang Yan coming in, Zhang Chunyan hurried over to help her, and she sat down only after Fang Yan sat down, but she looked a little dazed, as if she didn't want to speak.

Fang Yan tried his best, and when he came back from his sister, he felt a little out of energy, "Is there anything you want to say, sister-in-law?"

If he sat like this again, he might fall asleep, so he had to take the initiative to speak.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Chunyan looked over, her expression was a bit complicated, and she hesitated to speak.Fang Yan was helpless and felt a headache. He really didn't know how to communicate with her, and he didn't have much relationship with her.

Well water does not violate river water.

"Just say what you have to say, there is no one else here."

Zhang Chunyan opened her mouth and said, "I, I'm here to thank you."

? ?

It's no wonder that Dialect was confused, he couldn't think of anything worthy of the other party's thanks.

Zhang Chunyan's eyes fell on Dialect's belly, with envy in her eyes, she unconsciously caressed her lower belly, there used to be a child of hers there, but...

He had no chance with her and was abandoned by his own parents.

Thinking of her father, Zhang Chunyan suddenly restrained her emotions and said, "Can you talk to Zhang Ji and help me...I want to break up with him."

"Uh……"

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