The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

Old Feng sighed a long sigh, "Xiaoyu, why are you doing this? That person's heart is not on you at all."

Otherwise, I wouldn't hit him in the face so clearly.

This face is really painful!

"No, it's just that he didn't react for a while. When he knows my good, he will love me." Shen Lingyu shook her head vigorously, "in this world, no one loves him more than I do. If you miss me, he will never find someone who loves him so much."

And she will also lose the qualification to fall in love with another person.

So, how can we give up?

"Girl, what do you want the teacher to say about you?" Seeing that she was so persistent, Feng Lao really didn't know how to get better. "Women, it's better to find someone who loves themselves. You'll be happier. You'll be hard like this, you know?"

"No matter how hard it is, I'll be happy." Shen Lingyu wiped the tears on her face, "teacher, tell me, is the ginseng that Haige took true?"

In fact, she already knew it in her heart, but she didn't give up when she heard Feng Lao's answer.

"Of course it's true." Feng Lao closed his eyes and thought about the feeling he had just touched the ginseng. "The teacher has never seen such a superb ginseng in so many years."

Shen Lingyu stepped back unbelievably.

The best?

That ginseng plant is really good, which makes Feng Lao's evaluation so high. It's ridiculous that she has been pretending to be generous there.

No wonder Feng Lao would be so angry.

"Sorry, teacher." Shen Lingyu said with a drooping head.

It was she who pulled Feng Lao over, and it was she who made Feng Lao so embarrassed.

"You are my apprentice. Of course, the teacher hopes you can be well." Feng Lao sighed, "come on, your teacher's mother is still waiting for us to go back."

In the ward, Zheng Xiangjun was also asking Yang Yunhai, "is this ginseng true?"

"Of course." Yang Yunhai's mouth rose slightly, "I'll give you a good patch after a while."

"Who was the other person you just said?" Zheng Xiangjun smiled and said, "grandma vaguely seems to hear you say that there is someone you like? Which girl is it? What's the name? Did she give you this ginseng?"

"Grandma, how dare I tell you like this?" Yang Yunhai laughed, "you'll scare her like this."

"She is a very good girl," said Yang Yunhai, "but she is also very timid."

"She doesn't know what I like about her, so grandma, I'll tell you when your grandson catches up with the girl." Yang Yunhai deliberately bought a pass, "but you have to keep it secret from me."

"My grandson is so good that he can definitely catch up." Zheng Xiangjun lovingly touched Yang Yunhai's head. "As long as you are a good girl, you should speed up. Don't wait to be chased away by others."

"She is still young." Yang Yunhai smiled, "but I'll keep an eye on her."

Even if it's small, there are still many people who have ideas about her, so I have to guard against it.

"Ouch, my iron tree has finally blossomed." Zheng Xiangjun thinks it's worth getting sick this time. Otherwise, with Yang Yunhai's iceberg like personality, I'm afraid I'll take it home to her before two people get their marriage license.

"She made pickles and bacon." Yang Yunhai continued to advertise for his little ostrich and praised it, "she cooks delicious. In the future, let her make Qin's hometown flavor for you and grandpa."

"But grandma, don't ask about her in private. Don't be afraid to run away."

Well, if you don't ask, don't ask. Seeing her grandson so grounded, Zheng Xiangjun felt that even if the girl he liked was not very good, she would certainly agree.

Who could have thought that Yang Yunhai, like an ice sculpture, would have this scene?