80 military doctor's little wife

When Tang Yuxin came back from school, he found that there was something wrong with the anger at home. Her father's face was longer than the horse's, and the second uncle was shrinking his neck like a cat saw a mouse.

"Dad..." Tang Yuxin called out Tang Zhinian, OK, how are they all like this? Did they quarrel?

But they are all model brothers in the village.

Just like Wu Song and Wu Dalang.

Such a good brother, dear brother, can't it be a real fight?

"My heart is back," Tang Zhinian said. When he saw his daughter, he finally got a smile on his face. He reached out and rubbed her head. "The rice is in the pot. You can serve it yourself. Dad and your second uncle have something to say."

Well, Tang Yuxin put his schoolbag on one side of the table, and then ran into the kitchen. When he came out, he had a bowl in his hand. Inside the bowl was a bowl of noodles, which was made at noon, and then heated at night. It was really better than anything, and the most important thing was to have a full stomach.

Tang Yu sat on the stool at home with her heart in her mouth. She ate, but her ears were all eyes and ears.

All of a sudden, Tang Yu's heart was shocked, and then he swallowed the noodles into his mouth. Then he took a bowl and drank several mouthfuls of soup. If it wasn't for these mouthfuls of soup, she might have been choked to death.

Really, it doesn't need to be like this, does it?

There's no one here. It's OK to shout. You don't have to learn how to beat the table and throw the bowl. You can hear it.

"What do you mean? Say it

Tang Zhijun roars at his younger brother. The roaring Tang Zhijun also has spittle on his face. Poor Tang Zhijun is scolded like a little daughter-in-law. He dares to be angry and dare not speak. Even his face is spattered by his elder brother.

"Brother, what do you want to hear?"

Tang Zhijun sighed as if he was about to break the jar.

"What's the matter with you and the widow?"

Tang Zhijun's face is really longer than the horse's face at this time. When he heard this, he almost didn't lift the roof of his house.

"Nothing?" Tang Zhijun lowered his head and put out his hand to wipe his face. "And, brother, she's not a widow. She's just divorced."

"What's the difference with a widow?"

Tang Zhinian yelled at his brother again.

"Brother, I want to marry her."

Tang Zhijun wiped his face again. This time, his tone was firm.

"Marry her?" Tang Zhinian thought he had heard it wrong. "Tang Zhijun, you're not in a bad mind. You want to marry her. You're still a big and small guy. She's a widow with a child. You said you want to marry her, but you want to marry her?"

"Yes," Tang Zhijun nodded, "brother, now things are spread like this. If I don't marry her, who else will marry her?" And he was also very upset. He didn't think about it. He just helped her several times, and the result was passed on like this by the people in the village.

It's said that rumors are stronger than tigers. It doesn't matter if he's a big man. It's also painless and itchless. But how can a woman live with a child?

This is not to let their mother and daughter die?

Yes, he decided that he would marry her, and he always hesitated. For the first time, he was so sure that if he wanted to marry her, he would marry her, and he would be good to her and her daughter.