A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Song Qinghan shook his head, and said in a trance: "Could it be that Xiao Yan is secretly helping us avenge?"

He didn't believe that Xiao Yan would betray them no matter what. After all, if Xiao Yan wanted to harm them, he didn't need to be so troublesome. He just needed to come forward and give a false testimony. It is difficult to turn over.

So... what is his reason for doing this?

Wu Dahu glanced at him, and thoughtfully said: "Maybe we missed something."

Song Qinghan looked bewildered, and just when he was about to ask what they had missed, a gentle strength appeared in his waist, and Wu Dahu's voice sounded behind his ears.

"It's time to go to bed. It's almost time to go to Xiao Yan tomorrow."

After a while of dizziness, when Song Qinghan came back to his senses, he was already lying flat on the bed, and in front of him was Wu Dahu's expressionless face, which looked inexplicably cute.

Song Qinghan didn't know what he was thinking, when the thought of cuteness flashed in his mind, he stretched out his hand directly and pinched Wu Dahu's cheek.

Wu Dahu is not thin, but there is almost no excess fat on his body, so unlike Xiaoshi's greasy and chubby feeling, Wu Dahu's face is much more elastic when pinched.

Thinking of this, Song Qinghan squeezed again, unaware that Wu Dahu looked at him with dark eyes.

"Have you squeezed enough?"

Song Qinghan was so excited that he woke up immediately. Seeing that Wu Dahu's eyes were like a wolf's, reflecting a faint green light, he quickly retracted his hand, and said awkwardly: "Bad, almost enough..."

Wu Dahu's body suddenly leaned forward, seeing Song Qinghan's eyes widened, looking at him like a frightened rabbit, a smile flashed in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to stroke Song Qinghan's mouth, and said calmly: " There's something dirty on it."

Song Qinghan felt that his heart was beating too fast, so he quickly closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and forced himself to calm down.

They've been married for so long, and the child has a second one, so he's still too embarrassed to make a fuss, but Wu Dahu is really attractive after losing his memory, and there are a lot of routines, and he doesn't know where he learned them from. of......

That night, Song Qinghan actually suffered from insomnia. He tossed and turned on the bed for a long time but couldn't fall asleep. The thoughts in his mind were so complicated that even he himself couldn't tell what was bothering him.

A big warm hand suddenly reached out and pulled him into a warm embrace.

Song Qinghan smelled the familiar smell from Wu Dahu's body, and his heart that had been floating all this time suddenly calmed down.

He hugged Wu Dahu with his backhand, and whispered softly: "When will you recover your memory..."

Wu Dahu after amnesia is not bad, but he always feels that something is missing, just like eating instant noodles without seasoning packets in his previous life.

Wu Dahu patted him on the back lightly, put his eyes on the gauze curtain, and said slowly: "What if he can't recover all the time?"

He also asked himself this question in his heart, what if he couldn't recover his memory?

His answer was very simple, if he couldn't recover, he would follow Song Qinghan all the time, he would do whatever he asked him to do, and he would go wherever he went.

Anyway, he is the person I trust the most in the world.

After Song Qinghan listened to Wu Dahu's questioning, he thought about it carefully, and found that he didn't have any regrets in his heart. Anyway, he spent his whole life with Wu Dahu. Is the previous memory still important? ?The important thing is that the experience afterwards was created by the two of them together.

"Then it won't recover, so let it go."

Warm breath sprayed on Wu Dahu's nose. After he felt the touch on his lips, his pupils shrank slightly, and he seemed a little unbelievable.

But soon, he had no time to be shocked. He wrapped his hands around Song Qinghan's waist and said condescendingly, "I heard that in three months..."

Song Qinghan's face turned red, and he didn't know why he did what he did just now.

But the arrow is on the string, and he has to shoot. No matter what he is, he is a masculine man. What is there to be shy about this kind of thing?

After thinking about this, he slightly raised his eyebrows, and said provocatively: "It is possible, why..."

Before he could finish speaking, a familiar breath sealed his small mouth which opened and closed.

The room was full of beauty, and the excess energy was completely released by the two of them, dyeing the air with an ambiguous color.

After finishing the work, Song Qinghan lay paralyzed on the bed, so tired that he didn't even want to move his fingers, he only felt Wu Dahu wipe his body for him in a daze, tilted his head, and fell into sleep instantly.

In the early morning of the next day, when Song Qinghan opened his eyes, he subconsciously groped to the side, and what he touched was not ice cold, but Wu Dahu's warm body.

Wu Dahu grabbed his hand instead, put it on his heart, looked at him with burning eyes, and said softly: "Are you awake? Do you want to sleep again?"

Song Qinghan felt Wu Dahu's regular heartbeat rhythm, a smile slowly formed on his mouth, shook his head, threw himself into his arms like a baby, rubbed his chin with the top of his head, and whispered: "Don't sleep Now, it’s time to get up and get down to business.”

Seeing his reliance on him wholeheartedly, a smile flashed in Wu Dahu's eyes, he reached out to hug him, helped him put on his clothes and shoes slowly, and said slowly: "Sleeping is also a business, there is no delay, Your body matters."

Song Qinghan silently felt the warmth, sweetened his heart, and when he was about to say something, there were some noises outside again.

Wu Dahu's eyes narrowed, he strode out, and walked in with two bowls of pig food like yesterday.

The only difference from yesterday is that those two people actually followed in, with their hands behind their backs, and said arrogantly: "Master Xiao Yan ordered us to watch you finish the breakfast he specially brought over, eat quickly!"

Song Qinghan frowned, and said calmly: "We are not used to having outsiders present when we eat, and I hope that the two adults will be accommodating. We will definitely eat the food sent by Lord Xiao Yan."

The two sneered after hearing Song Qinghan's words, and said in an unquestionable tone: "You can eat as soon as you are told. Where did all this nonsense come from?"

Wu Dahu glanced at Song Qinghan, picked up one of the bowls and said, "Let me eat first, you just woke up and don't have an appetite, so take it easy."

After speaking, he raised his neck, quickly poured the bowl of pig food into his mouth, and drank it all in one go.

The taste was not as bad as he had imagined. Although it looked cloudy, it tasted no different from plain water. After drinking one bowl, Wu Dahu was still a little unsatisfied, so he directly picked up another bowl and poured it into his stomach.