Farmer's wife: Xianggong, if you are sick

Chapter 314 I Believe in Our Relationship

"Okay!" Li Sanlang agreed to Mrs. Li, and went to the backyard to dig for wine.

Xiu Gu hid outside the yard, looking at Li Sanlang and Li Shi, she secretly swore in her heart that she must become a part of this family.

Qin Yong had been standing at the gate of his own yard, staring at the Li family.

He has not seen his wife Qiuxiang for many days. He knows what he did wrong, but originally he just wanted to punish each other, and by the way, he also wanted to see his position in Qiuxiang's heart.

But who knew that Qiuxiang seemed to have disappeared, disappeared from his life.

After he lost it, he realized how much he couldn't let go of her. He even thought that even if this woman followed him not for love, but because he valued his honesty and valued his family's family status, he could be with him Yes, even after doing such a sorry thing to himself, he also wanted to tie her by his side.

Even if it's just to look at it every day.

But he has Qiuxiang in his heart, but the rest of the family don't seem to care so much.

Even his father seemed to have forgotten about Qiuxiang.

He had no choice but to stand at the gate and stare at Li's house every day, hoping that Qiuxiang would really stay in the Li's house as his mother Gu said.

Unexpectedly, he saw a woman in white jumping on the roof of Li's house first, and then went out from Li's house. He was worried, frowned, planning whether to tell Song Yaomei about this?

Seeing the three of Song Yaomei coming back from the outside, he wanted to reach out to her, but Ding Xiang's voice came from behind him.

"Sanggong, I've already packed everything in my sister's house, and by the way, I took out my sister's quilt and clothes to dry, so that my sister can sleep as comfortably as if she didn't go out when she comes back."

Qin Yong turned his head to look at her, there was only one letter difference between this name and Qiuxiang, and she also looked somewhat similar, when he turned his head, how could he see Yaomei and the others?
He could only hold the door frame tightly, without making a sound, his nails were deeply sunk in the door frame without knowing it.

When Song Yaomei returned home, the first thing she did was scoop up a bowl of water and drank it.

Mrs. Li asked carefully from the side, "How is the matter going?"

Li Sanlang just brought up the wine, the soil on the jar was wet, he almost lost his balance and dropped the jar of wine on the ground.

Song Yaomei was in a bad mood, and she was too tired, so she was even more angry when she saw Li Sanlang.

"Ask him!" She cast a slanted glance at Li Sanlang, pointed at Niu Dazhuang, stood up quickly, went back to the room, and then lay on the bed with her back.

Niu Dazhuang faltered, shook his head back and forth, and wanted to ask the village chief next to him for help. It was agreed that he couldn't tell Li the truth, and they didn't tell him what to say. He really couldn't think of anything good for a while. things to prevaricate her.

The village head answered, "I'm a little thirsty, but I have a bad stomach and can't drink cold ones. Can you pour me a glass of hot water?"

Mrs. Li smiled and went to do it immediately.

Seeing the village head like this, Niu Dazhuang simply admired him.

thumbs up.

Song Yaomei lay on the bed, staring at the door all the time, he was waiting, waiting for Li Sanlang to take the initiative to explain the situation to her.

Just like when the village head and the old man said that the water seemed to evaporate when he was talking about the lake, he finally remembered that there was a maelstrom in the lake.

She should listen to Li Sanlang's explanation, she should believe in their feelings, and she should give Li Sanlang a chance.

However, after a long time, until she fell asleep, no one came.

Li Sanlang had been standing at the door, looking at her, holding a bowl of chicken soup in his hand, and didn't go in for a long time.

His heart was also torn apart, should he tell her the truth?
When he finally figured it out and was about to go in, he saw that the little man lying on the bed had already fallen asleep.

He sat beside her, looked at the sweat on her forehead, and fanned her with a fan.

Recalling all the experiences of the two of them, her goodness, her brutality, her badness, and her seriousness, I drew her image in my heart little by little.

She is the kind of woman who hates evil like hatred and values ​​feelings. He is really afraid that he will lose her.

He stroked her face with one hand, and secretly swore in his heart that he would never lose her.

Even if you lose everything.

After sleeping until he woke up naturally, he opened his eyes and saw the man he didn't want to see but wanted to see very much.

She tilted her head to one side, what good will happen if this man cuddles with a woman in the middle of the night?

Ignore him, just ignore him.

"My lady, let's have a bowl of chicken soup! I'm afraid I'm starving!"

Li Sanlang's tone was calm, she even felt that she must be dazzled, maybe she was wrong.

She turned her head, gave herself a little courage, and asked, "Sir, what do you have to say to me?"

Li Sanlang handed the bowl to her, "Lady, hurry up and drink the chicken soup, or my stomach will be starved."

Yaomei held her breath and stared at him vigorously, "Master, what do you have to say to me, the moon is getting rounder these days!"

She intentionally reminded the matter to last night, but Li Sanlang didn't catch a cold at all, "Miss, drink the soup!"

Song Yaomei sighed, if this man really wants to favor you, no matter how much you ask, he won't be able to find out.

But after thinking about it for a long time, she felt that their lives would not be disturbed, and she believed him.

He took the chicken soup in Li Sanlang's hand, put it in his mouth and drank it, it was warm, not hot at all, and warm in his stomach, suddenly a very strange idea popped up.

Could it be that Li Sanlang lost his mind by the evil soul-hunting technique?

She looked at that Xiu Gu from Ma's family, she looked a bit like the real Xiu Gu, she must be from Linglong Village too!
Came here to avenge her?
Became the village head of Linglong Village?

If so, everything makes sense.

After finishing the soup, Li Sanlang took back the bowl with a smile, "Ma'am, are you hungry? There are ready-made meals in the kitchen. I'll warm them up for you. You wait first."

Seeing Li Sanlang getting up to leave, Yaomei grabbed his hand.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay!" Yaomei let go, and she shook Li Sanlang's hand. His hands were a little rough, but they looked as slender as jade. They were beautiful hands. I've seen it.

If it wasn't for weaving bamboo every day, I'm afraid it would be more beautiful than that woman's hands.

She looked at Li Sanlang's back, got up and looked at the yard through the window.

Under a big tree in the yard, several children were reading books, and the old man dozed off with a willow branch in his hand.

Everything is warm and harmonious.

She watched Li Sanlang enter the kitchen, and then watched him bring the food.

Suddenly there was the sound of crackling firecrackers at the door.

(End of this chapter)