The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

Jiang Yuting lived in the small mountain village like this. Although the two people talked, Yang Xiaoqian still didn't let him sleep in bed.

Simply Jiang Yuting didn't force her, and she followed her words.

Sleep on the ground and sleep on the ground. Anyway, I have entered a room. Will it be far away to share a bed?

Yang Xiaoqian woke up the next day. The blanket on the floor had disappeared. There was no one in the room quietly, "Jiang Yuting?"

Yang Xiaoqian stepped on the floor and called softly.

No one responded to her.

If it weren't for the rolled up bedding put aside, she really thought she was dreaming yesterday.

It drizzled outside.

At this time, Yang Xiaoqian seemed to hear someone talking downstairs.

"Are you sister Yang's husband?" The little girl asked curiously, "but why didn't you hear from sister Yang?"

Prick your heart!

Little girl, you're so beautiful. You're not beautiful at all if you talk so hard.

Yang Xiaoqian stood on the second floor of the small pavilion, looking at Jiang Yuting under the eaves along the window, with a face of suffocation and forbearance, listening to the little girl chirping.

He really changed a lot.

If Jiang Yuting had been in the past, he would have blown up impatiently.

Yang Xiaoqian stood up and looked at Jiang Yuting downstairs. She suddenly felt dizzy, "Jiang... Jiang Yuting..."

Jiang Yuting was talking to the little girl. When she suddenly looked up, she saw Yang Xiaoqian sliding down the window.

"Month month."

Jiang Yuting roared.

Rain drops fall, whose tears are flying?

But the rain seems to fall more and more.

"Didn't you say she was okay? Why did she faint when she was fine?" Jiang Yuting held Yang Xiaoqian and found old man Bai. He asked angrily, "look quickly, hurry up."

The white old man touched the goatee, and didn't mind Jiang Yuting's anger at all. However, when he felt his pulse, his face was a meal, and he frowned and held it for a while.

Change one hand and continue.

Jiang Yuting was so irritable by him.

"You talk, what's the matter with Yueyue?" Jiang Yuting felt his heart was about to jump out.

"Well." The old man nodded, "this girl should have been stimulated too much yesterday, so she fainted. She will get better after a rest."

"Don't watch anymore. Go back first." Old man Bai threw people away. "Remember to give her this medicine."

"When will she wake up?" Jiang Yuting asked, and doubtfully asked her, "you said she would wake up. When will she wake up?"

The white old man pursed his goatee and looked at the heavy rain outside. "It's all right, just stay with me."

Take it back like this? If it rains again, the girl will die completely.

Jiang Yuting was a little upset by him for a while, but he was the only doctor in the village. Now there seemed to be no good way except to believe him.

"Is it because of this child?" Jiang Yuting said, "if so, I would rather not have this child."

As long as Yang Xiaoqian is well.

"You..." old man Bai stared at Jiang Yuting, "what nonsense are you talking about?"

Okay, why don't you have children?

Just because your daughter-in-law fainted? Is there such a father?

"I just want to be good every month." Jiang Yuting insisted.

If it's really because of the child, he doesn't mind

"No... don't..."

At this time, a weak voice came to mind in the room.