Pastoral Trifles: The Poor Girl Turns Over

Chapter 283 Brother Fanhua's Heart 5
"What's wrong with me?" Cheng Huan didn't understand what Song Fanhua meant.

How could Song Fanhua directly say that Cheng Huan was dark, so he shook his head and said with a slight smile, "It's nothing, I just think you've worked hard."

Cheng Huan was a little moved. She didn't understand Song Fanhua's kindness to her, "It's okay!"

"It is written in the book that many daughters of gold put some rose petals in the bath. We have a lot of roses. Why don't you wait for the day I give you some, and you can try it too!"

After saying these words, Song Fanhua felt cold sweat all over his back, and he wouldn't dare to say these words to others even if he lent him 1 courage.

But he was able to tell Cheng Huan that he didn't dislike Cheng Huanhei, but that all women love beauty.

Now Cheng Huan only cared about making money to take care of his family, but didn't know how to take care of himself, so he was worried.

He is not a doctor and can't help her take care of her body, and he can't cook and can't feed her fat. It seems that all he can do is give her more roses.

Then he saw the contents of the book and thought of Cheng Huan.

Taking a bath, Cheng Huan looked at Song Fanhua in surprise, and shook his head: "I'm not Miss Qianjin, why do I bathe with roses, hypocritical! Brother Fanhua, do you like Miss Qianjin?"

Thinking of Song Fanhua mentioning Miss Qianjin and asking her to learn how to do it, Cheng Huan felt inexplicably panicked and spoke viciously, the smile on his face disappeared.

Song Fanhua quickly waved his hands, and said anxiously: "Why, I don't like it, I just like..."

Song Fanhua couldn't speak, and was even more anxious seeing Cheng Huan's drooping face, but when he was asked to speak out directly, his mouth seemed to be sealed, his heart was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, but he couldn't say anything. come out.

"I understand!" Cheng Huan sighed, how could she not understand Song Fanhua's intentions, but so what, she was not interested in the position of Mrs. Zhuangyuan.

"You understand!" Song Fanhua repeated, looking down at Cheng Huan's drooping head, as if because of this sentence, I understood that the relationship between the two was very, very close.

"Huan'er, I know you are still young, but many people have come to your house to ask for marriage. Don't promise to others. I will come back and marry you as soon as I pass the exam. Will you wait for me? I will treat you well!
"Because that sentence is clear, the words in my heart seem to have found an outlet, and I confide my heart smoothly.

Song Fanhua looked at Cheng Huan, expecting to get an affirmative answer from her.

The champion, the champion of a farmer's wife, Cheng Huan was not sure, looked up at Song Fanhua, wanted to refuse but looked into his serious eyes, the words of refusal circled around his lips, and came back to his heart.

Is it really not tempting at all, Cheng Huan asked himself, saying no, it's fake, from the charming smile at the beginning, to the little things in Huatian later, to the gentleness when he was carried by him at the foot of the mountain, every meeting and getting along Cheng Huan remembered it clearly.

But the road to champion is too far away...

Cheng Huan didn't speak, no matter whether she agreed or refused, she couldn't express it.

Seeing that she was silent, Song Fanhua also knew that he had suddenly confessed his love, so he startled Cheng Huan, and smiled: "I just thought you heard it, you still have four years left, and I will definitely try my best to get the champion within four years." Yes! The prefectural exam will be held in the town next month. If you pass the exam, you can enter higher education institutions. Although I have just attended the county school for less than a year, I also want to try it, so I won’t be able to go back for a while. I can't come to see you anymore!"

(End of this chapter)