Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

Xiao Naihe put down the lunch box in his hand, sat down with a little discomfort, rubbing his swollen temples.

Today’s morning exercises were no different from usual. Halfway through, he seemed to have a sap on the back of his head, his head buzzed, and the golden star was in front of him, and he almost fell on the ground!

Fortunately, with his strong willpower, he stabilized his pace. After enduring the sharp headache, his symptoms gradually eased.

Recently, there are a lot of upsets, and the rest is not good, no matter how strong the body is, I can’t hold it.

Xiao Nai glanced at the bedroom door, eyes full of bitterness.

It's rare for that woman to get up early, so what else did she think of?

He finally got a name, but was stuck with such a piece of dog skin plaster!

Xiao Nai didn't have time to complain, the bedroom door slammed open, the sound of dongdongdong footsteps sounded, and the fat figure came over menacingly!

"What are you doing! Why did you go crazy this morning!" Xiao Naihe raised his hand to pinch the woman's wrist, and his delicate touch reminded him that it was his wife who wanted to beat him!

"Let go." Su Haitang frowned in annoyance, ignoring the pain that came from Dao Dao on his wrist.

She looked up and down at the man in surprise, and couldn't help calling Xiaoyu again in her heart.

"Is this man a clone of Cheng Yuanzheng? Is it such a coincidence?"

Of course it's a coincidence!

One of their goals is to kill the clone and absorb vitality for Cheng Yuanzheng's wounds. But when they come up, they will murder their husbands. Is the plot too rushed?

Besides, Cheng Yuanzheng hasn't found him yet. He is not there. Even if she succeeds in destroying the suspected clone in front of her, Cheng Yuanzheng will not be able to absorb vitality in time, which will only cause waste.

"I see it on my own, I'll take a break."

Xiaoyu irritably slammed his door behind her, completely ignoring others.

Su Haitang understood his hardship, and was too embarrassed to bother him. Forget it, she fumbled for it on her own.

"He Mingzhu, I have been letting you, you don’t want to get too far! You hum and pretend to be sick all day long and don’t do any work. I almost chewed up the meal and fed it to your mouth. It’s convenient for you to go to the bathroom. What do you want!"

Xiao Nai broke out and shook off Su Haitang. Even if the face that looked like Cheng Yuanzheng made an expression of anger and disgust, it was not annoying.

Do not annoy Su Haitang, this may be called beauty in the eyes of a lover?

Su Haitang supported the table to stabilize his figure, rubbing his red wrists, raising his eyebrows in amusement, and tentatively shouting: "Xiao Naihe?"

"What!" Xiao Nai choked back with a bad voice, his eyes as cold as ice.

It really is.

Su Haitang bent her eyebrows and her eyes were strangely happy.

She is He Mingzhu, and he is Xiao Naihe. There won't be Song Yi and Xia Kerr, right?

"Don't do it, just call you."

Su Haitang smelled the scent of food escaping from the lunch box, his stomach rumbling.

"Neuropathy!"

Xiao Nai was so angry that he cursed, got up and opened the cupboard to get the chopsticks and filled half of the bowl of millet porridge in front of her.

"Eat while it's hot! Go to sleep when you're full, don't think about pretending to be sick to toss me. There is no money at home, do you want to live a good life!"

The man's bad words did not arouse Su Haitang's disgust, and she raised her eyebrows with interest.

This Xiao Naihe is different from Cheng Yuanzheng, and also different from the Zombie Emperor. He is an independent person.

But let her be familiar.

She couldn't be angry with him just by looking at this face.

"It's bad for digestion to be angry with eating."

Su Haitang smiled at him, bowed his head and ate quietly.

She is very used to eating simple millet porridge with steamed buns and shredded pickles.

But she didn't miss the look of astonishment on the man's face.

Xiao Nai snorted, ignoring the rare woman who is not a demon, and sullen his head to eat.