Zhou Yian didn't even want to look at the package. She just hugged Song Songbai who was still cooking and giggled behind him.
Song Songbai was still confused, "What?"
Zhou Yian still hugged him from behind, "It's okay, Fugui~"
When Song Songbai heard the name, he froze.
It's been a long time since I heard anyone call him by his nickname.
Hearing it again made me feel dazed.
An An is still laughing.
Song Songbai was silent for a moment, but continued his actions.
It's not appropriate to argue with her.
There is no benefit in winning the fight.
"Fugui~, why don't you say anything?" Zhou Yian insisted, "I am your An'an."
Song Songbai felt a headache, and the veins on his hand holding the spatula were bulging.
Zhou Yian looked up from under his shoulder to observe his expression.
Damn, this death angle is pretty cool too.
Song Songbai lowered his eyes to look at her, and saw that her smile was as beautiful as a flower, full of mockery.
This is really intolerable.
Song Songbai endured it.
The food cannot be burnt.
It feels like I have a sloth on my back, and it’s a chattering sloth.
"Don't disturb me while I'm cooking."
Tsk, Zhou Yian ignored him. She obviously liked him very much, but when she really didn't like him, she pushed him away. "Then I really don't want to hug you anymore? Fugui~"
Song Songbai paused and said coldly, "Don't hug me."
"I insist on holding him," Zhou Yian had originally thought that she was tired of holding him, but the rebelliousness came out of her as soon as she said that, "You are my husband, if you don't let me hold you, who else do you want to hold you?"
"No one." Song Songbai had no choice but to hold the sloth while working. Fortunately, it was almost cooked.
During the meal, Zhou Yian came down and ate quietly. She had been laughing all the time and was a little tired of it.
When a meal is cooking, I am in a hurry, but when it is ready, I calm down again.
There was still some time to rest, so Zhou Yian sat down on the table in the room.
The tables inside are relatively clean, and are filled with Song Songbai's books.
Song Songbai also sat down and looked at her twice, and asked, "Don't call me by my nickname outside."
It would have been fine if he didn't say anything. After all, Zhou Yian had already laughed once. Once he started talking about it, he wanted to laugh again, grinning from ear to ear. "Fugui~, you're really so unfashionable, hahahaha."
Song Songbai lowered his eyes, tried to hold back, but couldn't.
He simply lifted the person up and put him on the table, then lowered his head and tore him apart.
If you can’t speak, you don’t have to.
Zhou Yian was a little frightened by his ferocity. Although he was not gentle before, this time it was as if he wanted to tear her apart alive and stomach her.
Unfortunately, the difference in strength was too great, and she couldn't push him away.
Just bear it.
The kiss was so light that Zhou Yian felt like she was suffocating, and she began to struggle and push him away.
Song Songbai stepped back, breathing heavily.
Zhou Yian also took two quick breaths and didn't dare to laugh anymore because his lung capacity wasn't as good as others.
She jumped off the table, moved further away, and complained, covering her mouth. "If you don't want me to scream, just say it."
We kiss all the time, and each kiss takes so long. It's really tiring, and my legs feel a little weak.
Song Songbai sat down by himself, legs together, and said, "Stop making trouble."
Just do it, isn't it just a kiss? Who is afraid of who?
Zhou Yian thought so in his heart, but replied, "I know."
A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him. He will endure it today and deal with it tomorrow.
Thinking about the package, he read the letter. Since he hadn't taken the things yet, Zhou Yian went to the kitchen to get them. He kissed her a little too hard, and her mouth felt a little sore.
Put away everything in the package. There are two cans of meat. Take one out and eat it in the evening.
I feel that the gift I sent to my master and his wife was a bit meager. Although the letter said that I liked it very much, it was still a bit meager compared to what my master and his wife gave me.
She needs to think again about what gift to give in return.
When he went to work in the afternoon, everything was calm and the aunties next door stopped chattering, so Zhou Yian could only observe Xu Luyao.
Her strength has indeed increased, and her work speed is very fast. Zhou Yian does a little, but she does a lot.
I sighed in my heart.
Why doesn't she have the strength to grow bigger? If she did, she wouldn't be able to do whatever Song Songbai wants.
She could turn the tables on the serfs and sing songs, and directly suppress people and make them obedient.
What a pity.
After work, Song Songbai went to do something for her, but this time he wouldn't let her go with him. Zhou Yian had no choice but to go back with a few other educated youths.
But wait until they return to the educated youth's yard together.
Fortunately, there was no noise in the afternoon, otherwise Zhou Yian would have worried about how she would be able to cook and watch the fun at the same time.
Song Songbai was about to leave and come back, and Zhou Yian was still wondering what to burn when he came back.
"Why so fast?" Zhou Yian was a little surprised.
"Yeah," Song Songbai nodded, "Just work hard these few days, and it will be fine in a few days."
"What did you promise?" Zhou Yian asked when he remembered.
"Nothing much, just teaching Village Chief Ge's eldest son some knowledge about tractors."
"What will you do if he learns it?"
"You won't stay here forever," Song Songbai laughed at her worry. "Can I let you stay in the countryside forever?"
Village chief Ge also made preparations in advance. In case Song Songbai passed away, there had to be someone among the village chiefs who could open and repair the factory.
"Then of course I believe you," Zhou Yian nodded diligently, "You're teaching your eldest son."
I thought it would be Ge Qiuze.
"How's things going at Village Chief Ge's house?" Zhou Yian, thinking of gossip, leaned over and asked quietly, "What's the atmosphere like?"
"It's a bit bad." Song Songbai thought about it and looked at him coldly.
"Oh, I see." Then this matter has been put to rest, but now Xu Luyao's reputation is a bit bad, is Aunt Sun still indifferent? "Thank you, Fugui~"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
