The lady is acting as a demon again today

Chapter 295
I remember that two days ago, her brother sneaked out for a long time and came back. Unexpectedly, his sister-in-law smelled of alcohol when he got home before he could change his clothes.

So, sleeping until midnight that day, she still heard a slight knock on the door, and she got up on tiptoe, only to find a tall black shadow standing in front of her brother-in-law's room door, it was either her own brother or someone else.

At that time, her brother held the candle lamp in his hand, knocked on the door pitifully, and whispered inside while knocking: "Qingqing, Qingqing, Qingqing..."

Qin Yunxiang retracted her neck, and couldn't help laughing quietly. Her brother, an old devil who had practiced for more than twenty years, finally met his nemesis.

Before she finished laughing, she saw her brother walking back to the summer chair in the main room with a shrugged face. Seeing her gleeful look, he glanced at her sleepily, and then resigned himself to his fate and lay back on the summer chair.

At this time, the sun was already setting, and the evening wind blew gently, blowing away a lot of the residual heat accumulated earlier.

Qin Feng was reclining on a clean stone, his eyes fixed on Luo Qingqing, who was in the vegetable field and Qin Yunxiang was gossiping.

The wind blew up the broken hair on her forehead, revealing a smooth and beautiful forehead. Her complexion was fair, and because of the heat, there were a few bright reds in the whiteness, which made her look brighter and more attractive.

She was dressed in plain clothes, and she looked more and more graceful in the greenery everywhere. She was not carved naturally, and her whole person exuded a kind of pure and untainted temperament.

However, in this innocence, there is a hint of a woman's Ruan Mei.

Qin Feng squinted his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curved involuntarily.

He thought, if life goes on like this, it would be a good thing.

There was no mention of Mu Fengyun between them.

However, he knew that not mentioning it did not mean that nothing existed.

The two people who were pulling the weeds in the vegetable field again and again finally gave up. Qin Feng regained his energy immediately, and when Luo Qingqing came up, he stretched out his hand to her.

Luo Qingqing glanced at him, and put the knife he brought for cutting weeds on the wall into his hand.

The young master couldn't help frowning, stared at her, then threw the knife in Qin Yunxiang's back into the basket on Qin Yunxiang's back, and then grabbed her hand and held it.

Facing the evening wind, the three of them walked back to Qin's house one by one.

Luo Qingqing tilted her head and said to the young master, "Why do I feel like I'm raising you?"

The young master twitched the corner of his mouth and said angrily, "Are you sure?"

"En." Luo Qingqing nodded without hesitation.

The young master said, "I think so too."

Luo Qingqing wiped off her sweat: "...Then don't you feel ashamed? You actually want a woman to support you, and you're not afraid of being called a jerk."

The young master: "I'm ashamed, I feel a little bit, the woman who raised me is you, I don't think it's a big deal. Is my face very pale?"

Luo Qingqing: "..."

Can we continue to communicate?

After a pause, the young master said very calmly, sincerely and shamelessly: "I've been a little lazy for the past two years, so you should take care of it first. After a while, I'll be diligent. Instead, I'll take care of you every day."

Luo Qingqing vomited out a mouthful of old blood: "What time is it?"

Seeing her coquettish look, the young master smoothed her loose hair behind her ears, looked at her with a half-smile and said: "Qingqing, you don't have to rely on the fields to grow crops."

Luo Qingqing was dragged away by him for a while before recovering from her ignorance, then she stared at the young master seriously, and said, "You mean you want to rely on your luck in gambling?"

Hearing this, the young master couldn't help but look up at the sky.

On the way back to the village, I passed by a family, and saw a 27-year-old woman retreating to the side of the road crying, and several old women were chatting about each other.

(End of this chapter)