Pastoral Trifles: The Poor Girl Turns Over

Chapter 697 After Asking the Name 6
In the room, Song Fanhua was leaning on the quilt and bending over to look at his ankle, thinking how long it would take for the swelling to subside. Thinking of not being able to walk, his brows frowned slightly.

The door was pushed open from the outside. Song Fanhua raised his head and looked at Cheng Huan in shock. Seeing that her complexion was dull and her clothes were the same as yesterday, she hurriedly asked, "Huan'er, you haven't gone back all this time?!"

　 At night, he once asked Zhang Qiang to take Cheng Huan home. Firstly, she was a girl and couldn't work so hard. Secondly, after all, all the workers were men. In the middle of the night, it would be bad for her to let someone who cared about her talk.

But Zhang Qiang didn't seem to talk about Cheng Huan, he knew her temperament very well, and he was sure that even ten cows would not be able to pull back.

But Song Fanhua was still a little awkward, and was a little angry at Cheng Huan's disobedience, but he was very moved when he thought that she was all for himself. help him.

What he wanted was to let Cheng Huan stay by his side to help him, but he really couldn't accept that she was busy in the field with a group of men in the middle of the night.

Not only because of his reputation, but when he thought of that scene, he even felt that he was incompetent. He tortured him with the dignity of a man in his bones.

He looked at her and waited for her answer, trying to calm himself down.

"I'm worried, so I didn't go back." Cheng Huan replied softly, walked up to him, took a chair and sat by the bed, seeing that Song Fanhua was silent and looked at him with a sad face, Cheng Huan held a bowl and said softly: "Brother Fanhua Don't worry, there is almost no loss in the tea field, and the snow on the straw mats has been cleaned up!"

She didn't even understand why he was angry, she just thought he was worried about the tea field.

But damn it, he had forgotten about the tea field long ago, and only thought of her, looking at her sincere and innocent eyes, Song Fanhua held back the words from his lips, and forced a smile: "En, Huaner, go back and rest .”

"Brother Fanhua, how are your feet?" Cheng Huan didn't answer this question directly. He was worried about Song Fanhua's feet since he came in, and he didn't even notice that Song Fanhua was unhappy.

"It's crooked, but it's okay, there shouldn't be any injuries!" Song Fanhua took the bowl and drank the ginger tea in one gulp. He got up to put the bowl back, but remembered his foot injury.

Cheng Huan hurriedly reached out to pick it up, Song Fanhua glanced at her, and handed the bowl to Cheng Huan.

Now, he can't even deliver bowls.

"I'm tired, you should go back and rest too!" Song Fanhua coaxed people again, this time Cheng Huan heard it clearly, she faintly felt that something was wrong, but she was foolish enough to not notice it.

"Brother Fanhua, I'll stay with you, or else you have everyone around you!" Cheng Huan was worried about him, and Song Fanhua hurriedly said, "Go back to sleep, my father will come over in a while, and I will also be there." Guess who would!"

Seeing that his complexion was not good, Cheng Huan believed his words, nodded slightly and walked out.

She didn't sleep all night, and she was indeed a little tired. After entering the village, she went to Song's house and told Song Che about Song Fanhua's situation without worry.

Song Che had already packed his things, Cheng Huan went out with him, seeing that he was going to accompany Song Fanhua, Cheng Huan went home to rest with peace of mind.

But in just one day, rumors arose in the village.

And the protagonist went from Cheng's family to Cheng Huan, and finally locked on Cheng Huan.

Han Qingju came out of Li Hehua's house, and planned to live in Cheng Huan's house with her package. She was exhausted from helping with the work.
(End of this chapter)