Spicy Farming Wife:General's Busy In Chasing His wife

Lu Qingxue held it tightly, her face twisted for a moment, and quickly recovered her former gentleness.

When she lifted the curtain, she saw Su Hongshan and Han Dazhuang on the bullock cart opposite her. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and then she gently said to them with a smile:

"why don't you sit at home when my cousin is here?"

Then he got down from the carriage and came close to lasu Hongshan to sit at home: "cousin, brother-in-law, on this cold day, I'll go home and have a cup of hot tea."

Su Hongshan looks at her performance, the smile on her face is more and more thick, suddenly without saying a word, just slapped the past.

"What are you doing?"

The coachman cried anxiously, and was about to stop Lu Qingxue. However, Han Dazhuang held the collar and threw it aside.

"Pa!"

Another clear slap in the face.

Lu Qingxue covers her cheek, and her eyes are full of hate. However, when she looks up, she is filled with tears. She looks at Su Hongshan wrongly and goes to see Han Dazhuang, who has no expression: "cousin, why is this?"

Su Hongshan sneered: "why I thought you would know."

"What do I know? I don't know anything? Cousin, you hit me when you come up for no reason. If I do something that makes you unhappy, you will recognize me. But today, I didn't do anything. Why do you...

"why?"

Su Hongshan sneered: "why don't you know?"

"Lu Qingxue, I warn you for the last time. I'll take back the little hands behind your back. Otherwise, it's not as simple as these two slaps in the face. I'll let you know that Su Hongshan is not so easily provoked!"

Su Hongshan looked at her coldly, then jumped into the ox cart. Han Dazhuang also went to the other side to drive away.

Lu Qingxue, however, stepped forward and stopped in front of the bullock cart. She looked at them wrongly. Her eyes stayed on Han Dazhuang: "brother in law, do you also see my cousin bullying me like this?"

She is the man in her heart, but what about this man?

He watched Su Hongshan slap her in the face and even helped her stop to help her coachman.

Can't he see Su Hongshan beating her?

Doesn't she think that Su Hongshan is so fierce and unreasonable?

What's wrong with him?

Why is it different from what she knows.

"Brother in law, where on earth do I make you so disgusted, I can not change it?"

She looked at Han Dazhuang with tears in her eyes and said "you", but only Han Dazhuang was in her eyes.

Such an aggrieved question is very much like an infatuated girl who has been mercilessly treated. If you change the sentence pattern, it may be: "what's worse than her? You choose her instead of me."

Su Hongshan is thinking like this, when Lu Qingxue suddenly points to her, her eyes are dim, and she looks at Han Dazhuang wrongly:

"it is clearly my cousin who beat me, and she bullies me every time. But you all help her, because she is your wife? But you clearly don't like her, you clearly dislike her, this is why? Han...

Han Yelin's name was about to be exported. At this time, Lu Qingxue suddenly calmed down. Her face turned pale for a moment, and her name could be stopped.

"Han Dazhuang, where is she better than me?"

Su Hongshan almost couldn't help laughing. What a classic plot.

Han Dazhuang seems to have noticed Su Hongshan's appearance. He frowns and turns his head to look at her. He sees her obviously smiling.

Suddenly on the sight of Han Dazhuang, Su Hongshan quickly convergence some: "what do you think I do?"

Han Dazhuang frowned at her and did not turn his head after half a sound. He looked coldly at Lu Qingxue:

"get out of the way!"

Lu Qingxue's aggrieved tears can't stop flowing. She looks at Han Dazhuang with resentment and moves to one side.

Han Dazhuang raises his whip and drives a bullock cart to take Su Hongshan away.

Lu Qingxue has been watching them leave with resentment and grievance until they can't see people. Then she feels a cold sweat on her back.

When the wind blows, she shivers with cold.

The fist clenched in the sleeve, the face of the aggrieved look also closed up, replaced by a thick fear.