Chapter 3 Song Yiyuan's Wounds
After breakfast, my second sister-in-law hurried to clean up the dishes and wash them.
Lin's mother placed a bowl of brown rice porridge, two steamed buns and an egg in front of Lin Qingqing.
"Nier, take food to Xiao Song."
“Hey.”
Lin Qingqing always brought Song Yiyuan meals.
She carried two bowls and came to Song Yiyuan's house.
Lin Qingqing wanted to leave here. After all, she was a time traveler and it was impossible for her to live in the village like her mother. Her mother was already eighteen years old and had indeed reached the age for marriage. If Song Yiyuan was a reliable person, it would not be a bad idea to use him to get out of here.
Thinking in her mind, she put down the porridge and knocked on the door, then pushed it open after a few seconds.
On the two-meter-long earthen kang in the room, the 1.85-meter-tall Song Yiyuan was half leaning against a box. Even though he was injured, his back was still straight.
Lin Qingqing noticed the pair of long legs at a glance. Wow, with this waist-to-body ratio, it really is all legs below the waist.
Song Yiyuan is now wearing Lin Baojun's old clothes, but it can't hide his sharp spirit.
When Lin Qingqing came in, he was looking out the window with his side profile.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Song Yiyuan turned his head and saw that it was Lin Qingqing. His slender eyes like an eagle narrowed slightly.
He was forced to marry by the Lin family yesterday, which made his impression of this family plummet to the bottom.
If he could move, and this family had saved his life, he would have taken action long ago.
Lin Qingqing placed the bowl on the small table and moved the table next to him.
"Eat breakfast."
After saying that, Lin Qingqing sat down on the edge of the bed and looked Song Yiyu carefully from head to toe.
Thick eyebrows, eagle eyes, a high hump nose, and an aura of sharp edge and lying face down, this is the result of honing in the hail of bullets.
It's obvious at first glance that he's not trying to provoke the owner.
Staring at this face that resembled a Greek statue, Lin Qingqing was amazed. No wonder her husband wanted to marry him the moment he saw him.
In the past, people had first-class appearances through genetic repair. Lin Qingqing had seen many handsome men and beautiful women, but she could not resist Song Yiyuan's looks.
Those eagle eyes were dark and deep, as if they could suck people in.
Under Lin Qingqing's searchlight-like gaze, Song Yiyuan ignored her existence. He lowered his head and ate breakfast quickly but without making any sound. It was obvious that he was from a well-educated family.
Outside the door, the Lin family was packing up and getting ready to go to the fields, making a lot of noise.
"Nier, we're going to the fields. Lunch is warming in the pot."
"Hey." Lin Qingqing responded to her mother in a crisp voice.
Song Yiyuan finished a bowl of porridge, picked up a steamed bun with his slender fingers, and ate it in three or two bites.
Seeing that he didn't move anymore, Lin Qingqing got up and cleaned up the dishes.
Song Yiyuan looked at Lin Qingqing, who usually clung to him tenderly and clingily, but looked like a stranger today.
And the eyes that were full of admiration in the past were replaced by inquiring eyes today.
Lin's mother's voice rang out from outside the door again: "Uncle is here. Thank you for coming all the way here in such a hot day."
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