The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 275 You Still Call Me Miss Qiao?
Qiao Changshun Qiao Dami came back, saw Tong Sanlang making pancakes in the kitchen, and hurriedly said, "Hey, I'll do it."

"Uncle Changshun, you'd better go inside and see Miss Qiao. Rice, come over and light the fire." Tong Sanlang said.

"Yes, I'm going to see Mai." Hearing this, Qiao Changshun hurriedly stepped into the main room.

Qiao Xiaomai lay on the bed, her eyes half-closed, her face pale.

She had lost so much blood that even drinking water from the spiritual spring would not be able to make it up. This expression saved her from pretending to be weak.

"Mai, I was wrong, don't worry, I will never mention your grandma again in the future, and I will never mention it again." Qiao Changshun sat by the bed, his eyes were red, and he looked annoyed.

Mother and daughter, now he has chosen his daughter properly.

Qiao Xiaomai hummed in a weak voice. Seeing sweat on his forehead, he couldn't help saying, "Father, your leg hurts again, right?"

Given that Qiao Changshun's lame leg was able to come back so quickly, he must have run back.

"It's okay." Qiao Changshun shook his head indifferently, and asked with concern, "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

After saying this, before Qiao Maimai could reply, he patted his thigh, "I'll make medicine for you, first. If you lie down and call me for anything, I'll be outside."

Qiao Xiaomai responded weakly again.

This time she was really weak.

Drinking medicine again...

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After a while, Tong Sanlang came in with a tray.

On the tray was a plate of egg pancakes, a bowl of rice porridge with red dates and goji berries, and a plate of fried pig's blood.

Before she could ask, Tong Sanlang took the initiative to answer, "I just went back with lightness kung fu and took some things for replenishing blood."

Hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai couldn't stop envious eyes.

It is good to have light work.

Tong Sanlang put the tray on the table, "The craftsmanship is not very good, you can just eat it."

"What you made must be delicious." Qiao Mai sat up.

Tong Sanlang smiled, and handed her the chopsticks, "If you need help these days, please tell me."

The wheat harvest is not over yet, Qiao Changshun is lame, Qiao Dami is young, this family needs help.

"Your wheat harvest, don't you need you?"

"Don't need me, I have a lot of family members."

"Then you come to my house every day."

Qiao Mai fluttered her long eyelashes, and her small face was full of anticipation.

"Every day?" Tong Sanlang was a little surprised by this word.

"My family has a lot to do."

Tong Sanlang was startled, then smiled wryly, "Miss Qiao, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted, "You still call me Miss Qiao?"

"Ah?" Tong Sanlang frowned, "Miss Qiao, do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know. I know your house is dangerous, and I know you can't help yourself." Qiao Xiaomai pursed her lips, stared at him with her eyes, raised her hand and tapped her chest lightly, "But here, It’s also out of my control.”

"You should have seen it too. I am paranoid. I don't even care about myself when I go crazy."

"I always go with the feeling here."

"Also, call me Wheat."

Tong Saburo "..."

His pair of sword eyebrows frowned even tighter, and even his entire face was wrinkled. The 17-year-old suddenly had Qiao Changshun's withered bark face.

After a long while, he said, "Even if you... are a little moved, you should stay away from me first."

How could you get so close to him when you were struggling?

Before thinking about the result, the normal situation is to stay away from him.

This is no joke.

This matter is related to wealth and life.

And, in case the result of the approach was that she flinched.

What should he do when he is deeply trapped?

If she didn't back down, then he...

(End of this chapter)