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

Chapter 277 She May Not Get All of His Attributes

But for Jiang Chengxu, none of the difficulties can be overcome.

He sat on the edge of the half-broken kang, with raindrops dripping above his head, mottled mud sliding down on the wall, silted mud under his feet, and burning anger in his heart.

"Brother Chengxu, how about I go to the carpenter and get a new bed?" Xu Manman said cautiously.

She had no money, so if Jiang Chengxu was willing, he would give her money.

"Go!" Jiang Chengxu growled, gritting his teeth.

"I, I don't have much money left." Xu Manman touched her flat stomach, "Maybe, maybe it's not enough."

This is also the reason why she has to cling to Jiang Chengxu no matter what. Her mother is in retirement, Xu Liqun will not send her money, and she can't rely on her biological father even more.

To this day she still doesn't know her biological father's name.

I don't even know who he is.

She was a weak woman in the countryside. She didn't want to suffer but wanted to live a good life. The only way for her was to get married.

If everything could go back to the way it was before, she would definitely choose Jiang Xingye instead of Jiang Chengxu. No wonder Xu Qinghuan kicked Jiang Chengxu away and chose to get engaged to Jiang Xingye.

She regretted her decision, but she had no choice.

There was no one around, so Jiang Chengxu kicked Xu Manman. Fortunately, she retreated quickly, but her leg was still hit, and she grimaced in pain.

Xu Manman hid the hatred in her eyes, grabbed a piece of clothing to cover her head and went out.

Everyone in the room went to watch the fun just now. Xu Qinghuan closed the door and entered the space. After she prepared the herbs, she made medicine in the medicine room. There were all the tools here, and they used spiritual fire, which saved time and effort, and the effect was good.

After the medicine was prepared, Xu Qinghuan rolled it into pills and placed them on a winnowing basket under the north window to dry.

Hearing some noise outside, Xu Qinghuan washed his hands and came out of the space, and saw Qiao Xinyu and the others had returned, with Jiang Xingye walking at the back.

"Hurry up and change your clothes. You're all wet. What's so lively about it that you have to go and see it?" Xu Qinghuan poked open the stove and prepared to boil a pot of hot water.

"Luckily I went. Oh, don't tell me, I didn't realize until I got there that Lu Nianying actually wanted to live in our house."

Qiao Xinyu and Yu Xiaomin described the lively scene vividly, recreating it as if they were telling a story.

They were so happy that they forgot that Jiang Xingye had also followed them in.

Jiang Xingye remained silent all the way. After entering the house, he went directly to Xu Qinghuan's room. It was understandable that the two of them did not notice him.

"We have also broadened our horizons today. I didn't expect that your Comrade Jiang has such a sharp tongue. If I were Lu Nianying, I would have hit my head against the wall and died." Qiao Xinyu shook his head.

Xu Qinghuan had forgotten that Jiang Xingye was in her room. "Oh, who asked her to bully others? Is she allowed to bully Ah Ye, and Ah Ye is not allowed to say a few words in rebuttal?"

"Is that a rebuttal? I think he's trying to poison her to death with his venomous tongue. Just protect her. I didn't say your Comrade Jiang shouldn't do that!" Qiao Xinyu tapped Xu Qinghuan's forehead, "He's a guy who values ​​love over friendship."

Xu Qinghuan didn't say anything, but Yu Xiaomin laughed and said, "She doesn't protect her own man? Is this the first time you've seen her be so protective of him?"

"You're not protecting your own food, you're protecting your own shortcomings."

The three of them laughed. Jiang Xingye, who was listening in the room, felt sweet and a little shy, and his ears and face turned red.

Xu Qinghuan heated the water, and Qiao Xinyu and Yu Xiaomin each scooped a basin of water and returned to the room. Their upper bodies were not wet, but their pants below the knees were wet. Afraid of catching a cold, Xu Qinghuan asked them to soak their feet.

There was still half water left in the pot, and Xu Qinghuan then remembered that he had seen Jiang Xingye come in just now.

She entered the room and, as expected, saw him sitting on a chair, reading his eighth-grade Chinese textbook.

The rain was so heavy that both his shoulders and half of his trouser legs were wet.

Seeing Xu Qinghuan come in, he raised his head, which had been distracted to begin with, and held out his hand to her. "I'll get some water. You wipe yourself clean and change your clothes." Xu Qinghuan grabbed his hand, which was a little cold.

Jiang Xingye stood up and said, "I'll go by myself."

Xu Qinghuan took out a set of clothes from the cabinet for him. They were made by Yu Xiaomin in the past two days. They included a shirt and a pair of trousers, both of which had been washed. There was no chance to take them out for Jiang Xingye for the time being.

She put the clothes on the chair. Jiang Xingye came in with some water. When he saw the clothes, which were new, his heart felt like a pot of syrup had been boiled, and when the temperature was right, bubbles began to bubble out.

His wife prepared new clothes for him.

Xu Qinghuan gave him two new towels and was about to leave when Jiang Xingye grabbed her and whispered in her ear, "Help me wash them!"

Xu Qinghuan almost fell into the basin and glared at him, "Are you serious?"

Jiang Xingye didn't dare to hold her in his arms, for fear of getting her clothes wet. "Then next time, wait for the next chance."

"You're dreaming!" Xu Qinghuan felt her heart was weighing heavily on her. She pushed him away and hurried out.

The rain outside was a little lighter, and the wind direction changed. The wind blew from the southwest, and the fine raindrops hit my body, and a cool feeling permeated my whole body.

The heat on Xu Qinghuan's face dissipated a little.

But the heat in the palm of my right hand never dissipated.

She suspected that Jiang Xingye had been betrayed by someone. He seemed like a completely different person in just one night.

She had to try kissing him.

But when she thought about it, if the core was really changed, wouldn't she be kissing a stranger? She couldn't accept it.

Jiang Xingye finished washing first. When he took out the water to pour it out, Xu Qinghuan didn't dare to look at him and turned into the room.

The clothes he had taken off were piled together. Xu Qinghuan helped him shake them out and hung them on a nail behind the door to dry.

Jiang Xingye came in, looking particularly handsome in that outfit.

Xu Qinghuan didn't dare look at him, afraid of losing her mind, "Aye, do you remember when we first met?"

Jiang Xingye placed the basin upright against the wall. He thought Xu Qinghuan was reminiscing about their past. His eyes were so gentle that they almost turned into tears. "In the commune, you were pushed off the car by that woman."

When he saw it, he was almost scared to death and quickly supported her. It was the first time he had touched the body of a person of the opposite sex other than his relatives.

For a long time, that hand had its own thoughts, always recalling the feeling at that time.

Detection failed!
Xu Qinghuan glanced at Jiang Xingye's lips. When he kissed someone, he had some very characteristic movements.

Perhaps it was the temptation of his beautiful lips that made Xu Qinghuan feel impulsive. She mustered up the courage and stepped forward to put her arms around his neck.

She stood on tiptoe and touched the corner of her lips to his. Jiang Xingye's eyes darkened, and he hugged her waist and pressed his lips down.

The soul-devouring feeling filled his chest, easily making Jiang Xingye lose control. He pressed Xu Qinghuan against his body without hesitation to feel his changes.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became heated.

"I couldn't sleep after you came back last night." Jiang Xingye said in her ear with gritted teeth, and then kissed her fiercely. Xu Qinghuan was pulled by him, and tears rolled down the corners of her eyes.

She first climbed onto his shoulders out of habit, and later, when she couldn't bear it any longer, she buried her hands in his short hair and leaned back. When he let go of her and breathed deeply, she was able to distract herself for a while.

The person is still the same person, it’s just that she may not have understood all of his attributes before.

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