Fearing that she would not give in, Pei Zhuo deliberately moved closer and lowered his voice, "No, not long after this evening you said you were tired again and didn't want to do it with me."
Suddenly, Jiang's face flushed red, and her beautiful fox eyes glared at Pei Zhuo fiercely: "Idiot, what are you talking about!?"
Pei Zhuo suddenly stood up straight, his eyes wandering: "Nothing?"
娾 Jiang kicked him angrily, turned his back, bent down angrily and cut a bunch of rice.
Pei Zhuo was so anxious that he was about to stop Jiang, but was suddenly stopped by Ma Hongxia.
"Goudan, don't stop me. Your wife will be dead in less than three minutes." Ma Hongxia covered her mouth and laughed secretly. Her daughter-in-law's delicate body was not suitable for working. In the early years, she would have been destined to be a young lady. How could she bear such hardship?
Pei Zhuo was skeptical: "Really?"
"Just wait and see." Ma Hongxia smiled.
Pei Zhuo pursed his lips and stared closely at the figure of Jiang working.
Two minutes later, Jiang was panting with exhaustion. Beads of sweat slid from her forehead to her cheeks and then to her jaw. Her delicate palms were scratched and bleeding. She turned her head and handed the sickle to Pei Zhuo: "You do it. I need to rest for a while."
Farm work was too tiring. The spoiled little fox couldn't stand any hardship at all. He was soon exhausted and sweating profusely, his face flushed red.
Pei Zhuo looked at Ma Hongxia in shock and gave her a thumbs up: "Mom, you are really amazing!"
Ma Hongxia smiled, ignoring her silly son, and said as she bent over to work, "Daughter-in-law, go up and have a rest. It's almost time to get off work. I'll take you back to the house to cook later."
How could she not know? The daughter-in-law felt that she did not do any work and was upset. She could not do farm work, but she could teach her daughter-in-law how to cook and so on!
Isn’t housework also work?!
Jiang Yili nodded. The little fox never made things difficult for herself. She lifted the hem of her skirt and walked towards the ridge of the field: "Mom, I'll go upstairs and wait for you!"
In the distance, Zhu Chunhe, who was working with a sickle and had her face wrapped tightly, was full of jealousy. She touched her face, feeling angry and annoyed.
Originally these good days belonged to her!
But now it has been snatched away by Jiang!
Thinking of her face scratched by stones, Zhu Chunhe felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to cry. The barefoot doctor said that it would probably leave scars.
If she gets scarred, will the boss still be interested in her and take her back to the city?
Zhu Chunhe was overwhelmed with grief, tears of sadness and unwillingness rolled down the corners of her eyes. She glared at Jiang fiercely, pursed her lips and sobbed twice, and couldn't help but clenched the sickle.
What should she do now? Is she just going to leave it to fate?
No, since she can't give birth, it doesn't mean she shouldn't live a hard life!
She is the woman chosen by God!
She must take back everything that belongs to her!
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