Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

Not to be outdone, Wang Guihua put her hands on her hips and shouted at the top of her lungs, so that the whole family could hear her clearly.

"You, He Mingzhu, are so lazy, moaning all day long and pretending to be sick. You are a lazy person who won't help you when the oil bottle is poured. You are a poor man who has no money at home and is in debt. How do you think you got the money to buy coal? ? If you don’t steal what’s mine!”

Facing this familiar yet unfamiliar face, Su Haitang frowned in disgust, her palms itched and wanted to hit someone, but her wrist was grabbed before she even raised it.

"Don't talk nonsense! I got this meal from the cafeteria. Apologize!"

Xiao Naihe's voice was solemn, standing in front of his wife like a mountain.

Su Haitang raised his eyebrows even higher. Watching "Cheng Yuanzheng" compete with "himself", the weird feeling in his heart never faded.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you got the food from the cafeteria? What are you doing sneakily? You're so mean-spirited, bah." Wang Guihua was frightened when she faced the tall and tall Master Xiao Naihe, and spat hard on the ground. Cursing, he grabbed his son Lu Qiang's ears and went upstairs.

"Don't be angry. She's uneducated. Don't make yourself so angry that you can't make a difference."

Xiao Naihe drove away the bad guys who bullied his wife. He turned around like a victorious general and met his wife's half-smiling eyes. He suddenly became at a loss and coaxed her in a low voice.

Su Haitang looked at the base of his ears, which quickly turned red, with amusement in his eyes.

"Why are you back?"

Xiao Naihe looked like a frustrated little girl from a landlord's family. He hesitated for a moment, turned away his red face, took the lunch box in her hand, and wanted to hold her hand, but he didn't dare.

"I left something at home."

This is really a snake oil excuse.

Su Haitang didn't expose it and slowly followed him home.

"I borrowed another ten yuan from Song Yi. I will accompany you to the hospital for a check-up in the afternoon."

As soon as he entered the door, Xiao Naihe put down his lunch box and went straight to the bathroom. He washed his face several times and came out. He finally regained some composure, but his eyes avoided looking at her, and he only glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

Su Haitang looked at his wet head and reflected on himself, dumbfounded, how hungry he was.

Or maybe he is too innocent?

Cheng Yuanzheng, I am looking forward to your reaction when you wake up.

Su Haitang determined that he was possessed by Cheng Yuanzheng, but his energy was too weak and he was suppressed by the original owner and fell into a deep sleep, so his attitude towards Xiao Naihe changed.

"Did you take the afternoon off?"

"Um."

Xiao Naihe looked at the lunch box pushed in front of him, a complete steamed bun, and half a box of scrambled eggs with tomatoes. The blush on his face receded, but his eyes were a little hot.

His wife still feels sorry for him.

"Why didn't you eat? The delicious food was specially prepared for you."

Su Haitang sat opposite him, holding her chin up and gesturing for him to eat.

"I'm not hungry, you can eat."

Xiao Naihe pursed his beautiful thin lips and said with determination, "Okay, I'll take you to a restaurant in the city in the afternoon and buy two kilograms of peach cakes."

Xiao Naihe agreed generously, bowed his head and ate deliciously.

Su Haitang felt a little sad.

Her family, Cheng Yuanzheng, had never suffered such grievances. You have to improve the conditions at home before he wakes up.

"How can you squander the borrowed money like this? It doesn't look like living a good life."

Su Haitang chatted with him.

"I plan to do some small business. Please accompany me for a walk. I can probably pay off the famine next month."

Xiao Naihe almost choked on his rice and stared at her with a pair of cold phoenix eyes.

"Business? Can you do it?"

Su Haitang couldn't find a familiar expression on his face, and looked away in disinterest.

"No one is born to do things, just take your time."