Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

   "How could it be. What Junior Sister Feng said were all good words, and I felt that I benefited a lot from listening. Haitang, thank you Master Feng, today you are getting a lot of money."

  Tulip waved her hand in a grand manner, happily fulfilling Feng Qingning's reputation, and she was not unreasonable.

  Su Haitang hurriedly bowed and thanked her with a sincere attitude.

  Tulip waved her hand boldly.

   "It's time for the tea to be served, and you're going to wash and change your clothes. This sweat is outrageous."

  Su Haitang said nothing, knelt down on one knee and offered tea to the master.

  Tulip also did not embarrass the apprentice, leaving only a few simple admonitions.

   "Do things with a high profile, be a low profile person, never forget your true heart, don't bully the weak and break the law, or the master will beat you in person."

  Su Haitang responded solemnly, and this ceremony was considered a success.

   "Okay, go wash this sweat. Feishhuang will go too."

  Old Madam Yu waved her hands to chase people away, Su Haitang smiled and invited Du Feishuang to the guest room to bathe and change.

   As a half-master, she has to be careful about etiquette. In fact, she is not familiar with this big mansion.

   Wu Ma personally greeted her and entertained the distinguished guests, avoiding a sarcasm between the two women.

   Yan Fangqiong held her daughter's hand tightly and followed her back to the room to rest.

   "Are you injured?"

   Yan Fangqiong asked her daughter eagerly, her nose was a little sore.

  Her daughter was forced to this step, but she could do nothing, she could only watch her daughter desperately resist, she was really useless!

   "Mom, I'm fine, I'm just a little tired, don't worry."

  Su Haitang looked at her weak and worried mother with guilt, and the reflections about whether she was too selfish flooded again.

   "Mom, I'm sorry, I'm too self-willed."

   "Silly child, you are very good, very good." Yan Fangqiong's nose was sour, and she gently hugged her daughter's slender figure, speaking incoherently.

   "I'm covered in sweat, don't get your clothes dirty." Su Haitang hurriedly stepped out of her mother's embrace, smiled and nudged her to sit beside the bed, squatted beside her lap, and looked up at her admiringly.

   "Mom, I want to be an obedient daughter. Cheng Huan will entertain her relatives with colorful clothes on her knees. I will make you proud of me. When you think of me, you can't help laughing. Be a happy and carefree mother."

   "But I'm still too headstrong."

  Su Haitang rubbed his mother's slender knee in attachment, and soon smiled again.

   "Because I want to become stronger and be able to reassure my mother that no matter natural or man-made disasters, I can handle it perfectly, protect myself, and protect my family."

  Su Haitang stuck out her tongue and made a face.

   "Someone dare to find fault? I slapped me! The car hit me? I kicked the car! Even if I wanted to throw bombs at me, I could fly over the eaves and walk the walls and use a peerless effort to escape!"

   "I'm not afraid of martial arts, and we're not afraid of literature! I have both civil and martial arts, and I practice more swiftly than anyone else, and it's not my turn who suffers!"

   "I also want to open a factory to earn money, to be famous in competitions, to win glory for the country, to be enthusiastic about public welfare, to gain both fame and fortune, a proper successful person Bai Fumei!"

   "Mom, I'm a late-flying little eagle. If I want to fly higher, farther and more beautifully, I have to work harder than others. But it's all worth it."

  Su Haitang smiled softly, and there was moisture in her eyes.

   "Mom, don't worry about me, I'm fine and will get better. Mom, I don't want you to feel sorry for me."

  Because I'm not sure, one day God will take you away from me.

  I have to race against time desperately and try to do everything well so that you can feel at ease, at ease and happy.

   instead of leaving with regret, worrying, and dying.

Mom, I love you.