Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

When he got out of the bathroom, Su Haitang had bright eyes on Shangcheng Expedition.

"young married woman!"

"Hush." ​​Su Haitang hushed at him with his fingers, motioning him not to wake up the sleeping little fox in his hand.

"Why is it sleeping again? It's been sleeping all the way."

Cheng Yuanzheng came up with a wink to pick up the **** bag slung on her shoulders, and naturally took the sleeping little fox, and raised it to look back and forth. "Is there something wrong?"

"Shhh."

Su Haitang gave him a white look, grabbed the little fox and put it at the end of the single bed, asking him to sleep comfortably.

Cheng Yuanzheng took the opportunity to unzip the backpack and glanced quickly, but did not find the bright red cloth.

He sniffed and smelled a faint **** breath, which was fresh and human blood.

He frowned slightly and scanned the clothes in the dark plastic bag, like the pants his wife had just changed.

Cheng Yuanzheng wanted to understand something, his face suddenly heated up, he hurriedly closed the zipper, and looked at the middle section of his wife's wife pretending to be okay.

It turns out that there is something wrong with the wife, no wonder she is weird and has a bad temper.

Cheng Yuanzheng recalled the teachings of his beloved wife, the model battalion commander, put down his backpack and ran to soak in brown sugar water.

"Daughter-in-law, drink hot water. Was your waist sore? Should I rub it?"

Su Haitang glanced at him with a wretched smile of a weasel greeting the rooster. His face was also hot, and he squeezed out the words from his teeth: "No need."

Damn brown sugar water! Damn rascal man!

Cheng Yuanzheng didn't know that the flattering slapped the horse's leg, annoyed his thin-skinned daughter-in-law, and he took the initiative to stuff the tea mug into her hand with care and warmed her hands, and smiled eagerly.

"Why are you polite with me? There is a kid in our company, an old Chinese doctor from several generations in the family, who knows a little bit about massage, acupuncture and bone setting. Our battalion commander deliberately learned from him to go home and honor his sister-in-law. Cough cough."

Cheng Yuanzheng missed his mouth inadvertently, coughed remedially twice, and emphasized himself.

"I'm better than the battalion commander! That kid boasted himself. Come on, I'll press it for you, relax and relax."

"I said no need!"

Su Haitang almost broke his teeth, patted the man's dishonest salty pig's hands, and peeked at Yan Fangqiong with a guilty conscience.

Yan Fangqiong didn't seem to notice the small movements of the two of them, and they were talking on the phone with the extension phone, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was a bit wrong.

Su Haitang glared at Cheng Yuanzheng: "Honestly, tell the story. What's the matter?"

It’s concise on the phone, and many details are not convenient to elaborate. It is best to ask in person.

Cheng Yuanzheng understood her doubts and happily pulled her to sit down, and she was about to start from the beginning.

"Don't worry, you two, Junfeng will come over right away, and you will say it together later, so you don't have to repeat it three times and over again." Yan Fangqiong put down the phone to remind him at the right time.

Su Haitang doubted whether she was just pretending to be holding the phone, but in fact she was secretly watching the jokes between them.

By the way, this rascal called her daughter-in-law again and again! Shameless, who agreed?

Su Haitang gave the cheeky man a white look, turned around and sat next to Yan Fangqiong's bed to talk to her.

What a wink Cheng Yuanzheng, he followed logically and eagerly helped peel the apples.

The peel is thin and long, continuous and continuous, falling into the peel plate, forming a beautiful pattern, eye-catching.

Yan Fangqiong praised the venue and exclaimed: "Expedition, you are so handsome in peeling your hands, it's like you are appreciating art."

From the prospective mother-in-law, it must be a happy son-in-law.

Cheng Yuanzheng shook his hand, and the skin of the apple that was as thin as a cicada's wings broke off, and fell into the middle of the layers of "petals", abruptly forming a failure.

Su Haitang glanced at his embarrassed face and snorted.

"You can't help but boast." Yan Fangqiong also couldn't help but laughed, jokingly at the hairy son-in-law who blushed like a red cloth.

The phone rang outside, and Su Haitang picked up the extension on the bedside table next to him.

"Hey, yes. What did you say? Who's here?"