Every woman doesn't like being hugged by a princess. Feng Qing rubbed her husband's neck with nostalgia and snorted comfortably.

Sensing Fang Zheng's footsteps, she raised her head and asked strangely: "Ms. sir, what's wrong? Are you tired? Let me come down."

"Don't move." Fang Zheng hugged her tighter, "If you move again, I will hold my wife and walk around the yard a few more times."

Even though I can't really touch my wife's skin, just holding her like this can relieve my lovesickness.

At this time, Feng Qing was very sure that what Fang Zheng said was true. She lay on Fang Zheng's shoulder and said in a low voice: "When my husband recovers, you can carry me around for a few more laps."

"That's what I said." Fang Zheng responded calmly.

The next day, Feng Qing woke up and there was no one around him.

"Ms. sir?" Feng Qing tilted her head and looked around the room, but didn't see Fang Zheng.

She took a deep breath and sat up.

The door opened with a creak, and Fang Zheng came back covered in morning dew. He saw Feng Qing looking over with sleepy eyes, and said with a smile: "Did you sleep well, Madam?"

In my previous life, I had occasional insomnia, but since I fell in love with my husband-in-law, I would fall asleep within a few minutes every time I leaned in my husband-in-law's arms, and my nightmares at night had also improved a lot.

She waved to Fang Zheng, "Ms. sir, where have you been so early?"

Fang Zheng walked over, first took off his robe, and then stretched out his arms for Feng Qing to hold his waist. When Feng Qing hugged his waist, he gently followed her back, "

If you didn’t sleep well, then sleep a little longer, wake up and eat again.”

It's not that she's sleepy, she just wants to lean on her husband for a while. Feng Qing shook her head, "It's not that she's sleepy, she just wants to hold her husband."

Feng Qing said his dependence on him so straightforwardly, Fang Zheng felt soft in his heart. He kept moving his hands and said with a smile: "Then hold her for a little longer."

"Yeah." Fang Zheng replied in a unclear voice.

After hugging him for about a moment, Feng Qing finally woke up completely. She stood up, held Fang Zheng's face, and kissed her loudly, "Good morning, sir."

Feng Qing held her waist smoothly and kissed her back, "It's good for you, ma'am."

After saying that, he picked up the clothes on the side and put them on for her one by one.

Mrs. Fang Jiang knew that Fang Zheng and the two slept late last night and did not wait for them to have breakfast this morning. She still put the rice in the kitchen to heat it. After Feng Qing finished washing, Fang Zheng filled the rice and brought it out.

"Ms. sir, I'll come." Feng Qing hurriedly stretched out his hand to take the bowl from Fang Zheng's hand.

If her husband is good to her, she will naturally think of her husband in everything.

"Don't grab it, the bowl is hot." Fang Zheng raised the bowl and urged Feng Qing, "Go and sit down quickly."

Breakfast was millet porridge, steamed steamed buns made by Fang Jiang, and fried small yellow croaker brought back from the fish restaurant yesterday.

As soon as the two of them left, Xiaoyu came to Fang's house and started calling in the yard: "Sister Qing, where are you? I'm here."

This Xiaoyu seems to be in a good mood every day. Even if she is scolded, she quickly forgets it and still laughs heartlessly. When she is with this child, she always feels relaxed.

Feng Qing's lips naturally turned into a smile, and Fang Zheng's hand holding the chopsticks tightened, "Madam, go out after eating."

"I'm full. My husband, please eat slowly. I'll clean the bowl later." Putting down the bowl and chopsticks, Feng Qing stood up and walked out.

After hearing the girl's voice, the lady left him alone, and Fang Zheng looked at his wife's back gloomily.

As if feeling Fang Zheng's resentment, Feng Qing walked to the door of the hall, looked back, and happened to see the disappointment on Fang Zheng's face. She chuckled, walked back quickly, leaned forward, and kissed Fang Zheng quickly on the corner of the mouth.

After a while, he whispered: "Ms. sir, I like you the most."

Just because of Feng Qing's words, Fang Zheng's mood instantly cleared up. His ears turned red suspiciously, but he still didn't forget to reply to Feng Qing, "I also like the lady the most."

The wife was all about herself, and he couldn't let her feel that she was restricted all the time. Fang Zheng ate, washed the dishes by himself, then returned to the house, sat down where he could see Fang Zheng, and began to think about yesterday.

The painting is aged.

Half an hour later, Xiaoyu was still chatting and joking next to Feng Qing. Fang Zheng reminded them quietly from behind them, "Madam, half an hour is up."

"Sister Qing, aren't you annoyed by Brother Fang Zheng's face every day?" Xiaoyu glanced at Fang Zheng deliberately and asked loudly.

She only saw Sister Qing for half an hour every day, and Brother Fang Zheng was too stingy.

She held Feng Qing's arm and said, "Sister Qing, it's still early today. You can go to my house for dinner. My mother said that she must take you back for dinner today. My mother made braised pork."

"Ha" behind the two of them, Fang Zheng sneered, "My wife doesn't eat braised pork."

Fang Zheng emphasized the word "I", which means possessiveness is self-evident.

"Sister Qing, Brother Fang Zheng is lying, let's go." Who doesn't want to eat braised pork? Xiaoyu stood up, pulled Feng Qing to leave, walked and ate, and after eating, she could pull Sister Qing to talk.

I can stay with Sister Qing for a while longer.

"Xiaoyu, I can't do it today. I have promised my husband that I will accompany him today. I will go to your house with him for dinner in two days, okay?"

Although Xiaoyu jumped out, she could also read people's faces. She saw that Feng Qing was serious, so she had to grit her teeth and nod, "Sister Qing, don't forget it."

"Well, I won't forget." Feng Qing couldn't help but touch such a cute girl on her head.

Xiaoyu then walked out with satisfaction, turning back three times step by step.

"Ouch"

As soon as she reached the door, Xiaoyu happened to look back and took another look. When she turned her head, she happened to bump into the person who had just entered the door.

Xiaoyu rubbed her nose, raised her head, and looked at the person standing at the door with tears in her eyes.

"Look carefully when you walk! Where are your eyes?"

Gong Qiang looked down at the hairy girl in front of him, frowned, and asked tentatively: "Little Yu girl?"

"What, it's me!" Xiaoyu clenched her fists with an "I'm not afraid of you" look on her face.

Gong Qiang turned his face sideways, so that the ferocious scar on his face faced Xiaoyu.

Among the girls in the village, apart from his beauty, there was no one who was not afraid of his face.

"Hey, hey, is this true?" Xiaoyu's big eyes were bright and there was no fear in her. She stretched out her hand, even wanting to touch whether the wound was real or not.

Xiaoyu is only fourteen years old now. She was only seven or eight years old when Gong Qiang's accident happened. When he was released from prison, he was not often at home. In so many years, Xiaoyu had never seen Gong Qiang so close, let alone such a deeply visible

Bone scars.

Gong Qiang tilted his head to the side and frowned even more.

"So stingy!" Xiaoyu wiped away her tears and didn't care. She turned around and waved to Feng Qing, "Sister Qing, I'm going back then. Don't forget to go to my house."

After saying this, he reluctantly glanced at Gong Qiang's side face, and then ran away.
Chapter completed!