Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

   After leaving the bathroom, Su Haitang looked at Shangcheng Expedition with high spirits.

   "Daughter-in-law!"

   "Shh." Su Haitang raised her finger and gave him a shush, signaling him not to wake the soundly sleeping little fox.

   "Why did it fall asleep again? It's been sleeping all the way."

   Cheng Yuanzheng came up to pick up the large black bag that was slung over her shoulders with a wink, and naturally picked up the sleeping little fox, holding it up in front of him and looking back and forth. "Isn't there something wrong?"

   "Shh."

  Su Haitang rolled his eyes at him, grabbed the little fox and put it at the end of the single bed, telling him to sleep comfortably.

   Cheng Yuanzheng took the opportunity to unzip the backpack and glanced quickly, but did not find the bright red small piece of fabric.

   He sniffed and smelled a faint smell of blood, very fresh, human blood.

   He frowned slightly, and glanced at the clothes in the dark plastic bag, which seemed to be the pants his daughter-in-law had just changed.

  Cheng Yuanzheng wanted to understand something, his face suddenly became hot, he zipped up the zipper in a panic, and glanced at the middle of his daughter-in-law as if nothing was wrong.

   It turns out that my daughter-in-law is here, no wonder she is eccentric and has a good temper.

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

   "Daughter-in-law, drink hot water. Is your back sore? Shall I rub it?"

  Su Haitang looked at his wretched smile of the weasel's New Year's greetings to the rooster, and her face became hot, she squeezed two words from her teeth: "No."

   Damn brown sugar water! Damn rascal!

   Cheng Yuanzheng didn't know that he slapped his **** on the horse's leg, annoyed his thin-skinned daughter-in-law, and he took the initiative to put the tea jar in her hand, warmed his hands, and smiled attentively.

   "Why are you being polite to me? We even have a kid in the family, an old Chinese medicine practitioner from several generations in the family, who knows a little about massage, acupuncture and bone setting. Our battalion commander specially learned from him to go home and honor his sister-in-law. Cough cough."

   Cheng Yuanzheng accidentally leaked his mouth, coughed twice in relief, and focused on praising himself.

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

   "I said no!"

  Su Haitang almost clenched one of her teeth, slapped the man's dishonest salty pig hand, and stole a glance at Yan Fangqiong with a guilty conscience.

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

  Su Haitang glared at Cheng Yuanzheng: "Be honest and talk about things. What's going on?"

   The phone calls are concise, and many details are inconvenient to be detailed. It is best to ask in person.

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

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

  Su Haitang wondered if she was just pretending to be holding a phone, but she was actually watching their jokes secretly.

   By the way, this rogue is still calling her daughter-in-law! Shameless, who agreed?

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

   Cheng Yuanzheng was so winking, he followed suit and helped to peel the apple diligently.

  The peel is thin and long, continuous, and it hangs down into the peel plate, forming a beautiful pattern, which is eye-catching.

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

   The affirmation from the mother-in-law-to-be made the hairy-footed son-in-law happy.

   Cheng Yuanzheng flicked his hand, the apple skin as thin as a cicada's wings was broken, and it fell into the middle of the layered "petals", resulting in a failure.

  Su Haitang looked at his embarrassed face and laughed.

   "You can't help but brag." Yan Fangqiong couldn't help laughing too, joking at the hairy-footed son-in-law who blushed like a red cloth.

   The outside phone rang, and Su Haitang picked up the extension on the bedside table beside her.

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