Surprise! The rough husband is the hidden boss of the period literature

Chapter 145 Hug
Xu Qinghuan looked at her indifferently. In her eyes, Song Wanlin was undoubtedly a lunatic.

There was no one here. The concern in Song Wanlin's eyes faded away. He looked at Xu Qinghuan with a scrutinizing gaze, only to find that he actually didn't know this daughter.

Every year she would have someone take a photo of Xu Qinghuan. Every time she got the photo, she would look at it carefully many times, but the girl in front of her and the person in the photo were completely two different people.

They are the closest mother and daughter in the world, but also the most distant strangers in the world.

Song Wanlin was dazed for a moment, but when he looked again, it was clearly the person in the photo.

"Break off the engagement with that rough country boy, and I will help you pick a better marriage partner than Jiang Chengxu. Do you plan to stay in the countryside and farm for the rest of your life? You are not the same kind of person as him. You are simply degrading yourself by finding a man like him!" Song Wanlin said coldly.

"If you want to tell me this, then there's no need!" Xu Qinghuan was in no mood to listen to her. "If you dare to attack him again, if anything happens to him, I will kill every member of the Lu family!"

Xu Qinghuan took a step closer and grabbed her wrist, "Including you! Stop pretending to be a loving mother in front of me. If you pretend that I don't exist as your daughter, then since you gave birth to me, I can pretend that you don't exist as my mother.

But if you don't know what's good for you, I won't let you go. Let's see who my father will help in heaven!"

Song Wanlin was shocked. Now it seemed that her daughter was very much like herself.

She also didn't believe that Xu Qinghuan had any real feelings for Jiang Xingye, but she was quite clever and knew how to use a rough country boy as a shield to prevent him from interfering in her marriage.

After a while, Song Wanlin came back to his senses, "What did you say? Who did I attack?"

Xu Qinghuan would not be fooled by her expression. In her previous life, she had stepped on the corpses of more than a dozen brothers and sisters to ascend to the throne. She had seen all kinds of people.

"I know that everything you do is to pave the way for Lu Mingxu. What do you think will happen if I take action against Lu Mingxu?" Xu Qinghuan smiled coldly and ruthlessly.

Song Wanlin said in horror, "No, you can't do this, he's your brother!"

Xu Qinghuan let go of her hand, took two steps back, looked at her coldly, and turned away.

A younger brother? She had few relatives in both of her lives, so she had never had such a rare thing!

That night, Song Wanlin developed a high fever and her body was covered with rashes. Liao Yongqiang sent her to the county hospital. Song Yanqing diagnosed her that the illness was caused by her recent hard work and poor resistance.

After leaving Song Wanlin behind, Xu Qinghuan went to find Jiang Xingye. He was sitting at the door twisting straw ropes. The harvest was about to begin. Every household would twist straw ropes when they had time, and then exchange them for work points with the brigade.

Straw ropes are used to tie together rice straw and wheat straw.

He kept looking towards the door, and the moment Xu Qinghuan's figure appeared on the hillside, he saw it. He quickly got up and washed his hands by the well, took off his shirt and washed it, then pulled off a piece of clothes to change into.

When rubbing the straw rope, grass debris will stick to your body, and it will become itchy if your skin is delicate.

When Jiang Xingye saw her, his black eyes lit up and he reached out to hold her hand, but Xu Qinghuan avoided him.

His eyes grew dim, but he saw Xu Qinghuan walk to the well, scoop up some water to wash her hands. She rubbed her two fair and tender hands together and picked her nails very cleanly.

Jiang Xingye handed her a clean towel. After she wiped herself, she took Jiang Xingye's hand and they went into the house.

"What did she say?" Jiang Xingye was very nervous and held Xu Qinghuan tightly, afraid to hear from her that she was going to leave.

"Nothing." Xu Qinghuan noticed his uneasiness and added, "I don't want to hear her talk. Not a single word she says is true. It's better not to listen than to hear lies."

Jiang Xingye finally breathed a sigh of relief, his brows relaxed, "Well, there's no need to listen to that kind of lies." Xu Qinghuan took out a bone-strengthening and tendon-strengthening pill, the size of an adult's thumb. She scraped off a little bit every day and ate it, and her physical condition had improved greatly. If it weren't for Jiang Xingye, she might not be able to kill the two men in the mountains, but she would definitely have no problem escaping.

She was worried that the madman Song Wanlin would send more people. Jiang Xingye's future had unlimited possibilities, and he couldn't let himself be harmed by a despicable villain like Song Wanlin at this time.

She cut off an eighth of it and passed it to Jiang Xingye's mouth. "Eat this, it will hurt a lot. Your whole body will feel like it's been scraped and skinned, and cramps will ache. But if you can get through it, you'll be reborn. Are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid!" Jiang Xingye only looked at Xu Qinghuan's face. Even if it was poison, as long as she put it to his mouth, he would eat it.

Xu Qinghuan put the pill, which was half the size of his little finger, into his mouth. The pill melted in his mouth and as it went down his throat, he felt a pain like a knife scraping against his throat. The veins on his forehead bulged and stretched all the way to his neck.

He closed his eyes, let go of Xu Qinghuan's shoulders, took a few steps back, and collapsed on the kang, unable to support himself.

Immediately afterwards, just as Xu Qinghuan said, pain emanated from every pore of his body, his meridians were broken and reassembled inch by inch, and his bones were also broken and reassembled bit by bit.

He curled up on the kang, hugged his arms tightly, endured the severe pain, clenched his teeth, and refused to make a sound no matter how painful it was.

His forehead and entire body were drenched in sweat.

He knew that he was in a very embarrassing situation at the moment, but he still stubbornly wanted to maintain some dignity in front of the person he liked.

Xu Qinghuan sat on the kang, her hands on his waist and abdomen, feeling his pain, and her heart aching. She didn't need to use such a drastic method to improve his physical condition, but she was afraid that he would be killed by accident.

If we were to ask who is to blame for all this, Song Wanlin is undoubtedly the culprit.

Today, she smeared some medicinal powder extracted from flies in the space on Song Wanlin's wrist. Ordinary people will get a fever, itchy and dry skin if they touch a little of this powder. There is no medicine to cure it. They have to endure it for seven days before the symptoms disappear automatically.

But your appearance will be greatly reduced and you will age faster.

What Song Wanlin cares about most is probably her face, and she will let her watch her lose the most precious thing bit by bit.

She was not sure whether the two people who were chasing Jiang Xingye were sent by Song Wanlin. It didn't matter. Song Wanlin shouldn't have appeared here, and he shouldn't have treated her like a fool.

Time passed very slowly, little by little, until midnight, when Jiang Xingye's body finally relaxed. He lay on the kang exhausted, with sweat flowing like a river on the kang mat.

Xu Qinghuan became clearer in his eyes. There was deep worry and surprise in her eyes. She held his hand tightly, tears seeping out little by little, and threw herself into his arms.

Jiang Xingye smelled a foul odor on his body. When he stretched out his hand, he also saw a thick layer of dirt on his arm and quickly moved away.

Xu Qinghuan missed and stared at him with her watery eyes, full of accusations.

After Jiang Xingye recovered, he felt full of strength. He was in a good mood and looked at Xu Qinghuan's puffed-up face with amusement, "Be good, look at me and see if I'm dirty. I'll go take a shower and then hug you!"

There was still a little dirt on Xu Qinghuan's fair and tender face, which had been rubbed off just now.

Jiang Xingye raised his hand to help her wipe it off, but when he saw the black mud on his hand, he quickly withdrew his hand embarrassedly.

"Who asked you to hold me?" Xu Qinghuan said coquettishly. She was just worried to death. Seeing Jiang Xingye come back to life, she felt a lingering fear as if she had survived a disaster.

"Wait for me!" Jiang Xingye said, and went out, more than ten times faster than usual.

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