Chapter 96: I Tricked You into Being a Puppy

Sexy, powerful, full of masculine characteristics...

Chen Xiang really likes it.

She grabbed it with both hands and wouldn't let go, leaning her entire left face on it, shaking it lightly and coquettishly: "Let's have our wedding night, tonight, or after dinner."

Zhou Dongmeng's body swayed slightly as the girl shook.

Chen Xiang begged, looking up to find his eyes, and continued to shake: "Let's go to the bridal chamber! I don't even know what it feels like. Please."

“Xiangxiang…”

"You agree?"

Chen Xiang's black eyes were sparkling.

Zhou Dongmeng was helpless, but wanted to laugh, and the corners of his lips raised a little: "Be good, wait until your stomach doesn't hurt anymore, okay?"

Chen Xiang squinted her eyes and pretended to cry: "I'm fine."

"You have to slow down a bit, be good, be obedient, be obedient..." Zhou Dongmeng was also uncomfortable, and a layer of fine sweat had already seeped out of his skin under his sweater.

She continued to beg like this.

He really...

I can’t bear it!

In order to comfort the girl, Zhou Dongmeng leaned over, held her cheek, and kissed her gently: "Get up, go eat..."

Chen Xiang glared at him fiercely, then suddenly fell back, lying on the bed, and complained to him in a sobbing voice: "You didn't spend the wedding night with me, but you still kissed me and teased me all the time. Are you boiling me like a frog in warm water?"

Zhou Dongmeng stood beside the bed, lowered his eyes to look at the girl lying on the bed with her arms and legs spread out, and couldn't help but smile.

Chen Xiang raised her head and felt even worse when she saw the man laughing: "Laugh, laugh, laugh, what's so funny? You just bully me and don't take responsibility for it, you scumbag..."

After saying that, she turned over and lay on the bed.

All that was left was his back, wearing a shirt and trousers with small floral patterns.

Zhou Dongmeng knelt on one knee on the bed, with one hand on Chen Xiang's side, and then patted her buttocks: "Okay, get up and eat, I... promise you!"

"Really?"

Chen Xiang immediately turned around and looked at him.

"I lied to you that you were a puppy."

"Okay! Hook!" She turned over and lay down, stretching out her little finger to him.

Zhou Dong was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly, his eyes almost filled with admiration. He stretched out his little finger to hook it around hers and swung it in the air.

They both said:

"The hook must be pulled and hung for a hundred years without change."

Chen Xiang paused and added: "Whoever changes is a puppy."

Zhou Dong nodded fiercely: "Okay."

"whee."

Chen Xiang was happy, smiling proudly.

Zhou Dongmeng: "Okay, let's go to the East Room to eat... Apply the ointment first."

As he spoke, he grabbed her hand, pulled her up, then squatted down to put on her shoes. He watched Chen Xiang squeeze some ointment on the back of her hand, then happily pushed the door open and left.

Zhou Dongmeng stood there and put his hands on his waist for a while.

Looking at her leaving back, he first breathed a sigh of relief, then curled his lips and sneered softly, shaking his head helplessly.

Children are children...

How can you bet on that by hanging yourself by a hook?

Besides, he has learned so many dog ​​barks, would he care whether it is a puppy or not?

Zhou Dongmeng's smile deepened.

Children are so deceiving...

He turned around, folded the quilt, and went to the kitchen with the basin of water.

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Chen Xiang got up early and was busy for a long time. She was not at peace when she got home. She had just finished her meal when she felt sleepy without any warning.

She held up her eyelids which were about to droop and talked to Zhou's father and mother for a while.

Finally, I couldn't bear it any longer, so I went straight into the west room and lay down on the bed. My last vague consciousness stopped at -

Who folded her quilt into a tofu block!

Zhou Dong rushed in, pulled her quilt tighter, then got up and left the room.

As soon as he came out, he saw Zhou's mother wearing a hat and gloves and walking outside.

He whispered, "Mom, where are you going?"

Zhou's mother pointed outside and said, "I'm going to fix the tricycle. I won't feel at ease until I fix it."

"I'll go with you."

The two of them came outside the yard. Zhou Dongmeng followed his mother's instructions and went to the warehouse to pick sweet potatoes. He didn't expect that there were some tricks involved. For example, sweet potatoes that were two fingers wide had to be put in the same bag.

These sweet potatoes are three cents for two.

When the sweet potatoes are about the width of a palm, they are expensive and should be packaged separately.

After Zhou's mother explained everything to her son, she clapped her hands, stood up, and went to the yard to pick up the ashes from the car.

The small, dark warehouse was chilly and a big guy like Zhou Dongmeng squatting in the aisle made the place seem even more crowded.

He was picking sweet potatoes, feeling unhappy.

But now he understands that pushing Xiangxiang away is not the solution to the problem, but requires him to give more and give more to this family.

Only if women at home take on more responsibilities will their lives be less stressful.

During the first two years of Zhou Dongmeng's military service, he did all kinds of dirty and tiring work, and picking sweet potatoes was nothing to him.

After a while, he picked out two bags of sweet potatoes.

He stood up and carried the wood to the wall, then went to the yard and chopped the wood with Zhou's mother and put it on the cart.

The blackened sand in the iron pot also needs to be replaced, and the syrup in the basket needs to be wiped clean. By the time all this is done, it is already dark.

Zhou's mother pushed the cart to the foot of the wall and said, "We still have to trim the rice dumplings."

Zhou Dongmeng: "I'll do it."

"Okay, then I'll cook. Heat up the lunch and have a bite." Mother Zhou turned around and went to the field to gather straw to make a fire.

Zhou Dong grabbed and fucked: "Mom, let me go."

Mother Zhou waved her hands and said, "No need. Go wake Xiaoxiang up so she won't be unable to sleep at night. Go quickly."

"Um."

The man nodded and went back into the house.

He first went to the kitchen to find the rice dumplings, then came to the east room. As soon as he came in, he saw that Zhou's father had already gotten up.

"Dad, is this all the rice dumplings we have?"

"That's all. Isn't that enough?"

“Not enough.”

Father Zhou waved his hands and said, "It's okay. After dinner, I'll go to your uncle's house to get some."

Zhou Dong hummed.

Sitting on the kang, cutting off the tip of the rice dumpling leaves, Zhou's father, who had experience, gave some advice and suddenly mentioned his son and Xiaoxiang: "How are you now?"

Zhou Dong lowered his eyes and said very little: "Very good."

Father Zhou frowned: "How good is that? Can I hold my grandson in my arms before I die?"

"Dad, I like girls."

"Are you trying to fool your father? Or are you still going to sleep on the floor tonight? Mengzi, let me tell you, Xiaoxiang is actually quite nice. If you feel her carefully, you will know how nice she is."

Father Zhou sighed as he spoke: "If I were Xiaoxiang's biological father, I would never let her marry you! I don't know what Dai Jinhua was thinking, she is so reckless!"

Zhou Dongmeng remained silent and did not dare to talk.

Zhou's father added: "Within a year, whether it is a grandson or a granddaughter, I need to find one for you. Only with a child can the relationship between husband and wife be stable."

Zhou Dong suddenly raised his head and looked at his father: "Dad, I promise you, no matter whether we have a child or not, I will treat her well."

"As for the child, we may have to wait a few years. Xiangxiang is only 20 years old and she is still a child. Should we let her take care of a child?"