Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

Su Haitang's throat was dry, his heart swelled, and he opened his mouth to speak, but he was very confused.

She was fierce in her heart, just about to nod fiercely, grabbing the handy happiness in front of her——

"Why don't you speak?" He Junfeng stepped forward, scanning Su Haitang who was sitting next to Jian Ruyi, his eyes calm.

"You really have to change your irritability. I haven't figured it out yet, so I'm busy drawing my conclusions, and I'm afraid that others will blame it, so I should find some room for myself first."

"We are so untrustworthy?" He Junfeng sat on the opposite side of Su Haitang with a golden sword, grabbing his wife's slightly cool left hand and gently covering it.

"On the train, I reminded you that if you can’t run away in case of trouble, avoiding is not the solution to the problem. I thought you figured it out. It seems that I am too optimistic. It’s not a day’s cold and I can’t treat you. Too demanding."

"But you have to try to learn to trust others. Even if you have been mistreated by others, you should not give up because of choking, be prepared for everyone, and reject the goodwill of others."

He Junfeng spoke earnestly, like a strict father, and taught her in earnest.

"As to whether you are my daughter, we have discussed more than once, and I think we have reached a consensus."

"When you come back with me, it is my daughter of He Junfeng, who is not a dear but also a goddaughter. I will take care of your future life and help you solve the emperor capital account. In the future, you will find a job or even get married and have children. It is incumbent for me to be a father. ."

He Junfeng reiterated that he looked at Su Haitang's red eyes holding back tears, as if he saw Su Haitang holding back his illness, deeply missed his daughter, but wanted to smile and comfort his wife.

"Begonia, I understand your situation. To be honest, I personally went to Sujiazhuang to examine your character."

"I will not bring a child who is not of good character to my critically ill wife. She can't bear such a blow, even if that child is our biological daughter."

He shook his wife's hand gently, cast an apologetic glance at her, and got his wife's empathetic smile.

He Junfeng let go of his tone more slowly, facing Su Haitang's face solemnly.

"You are a good boy, Haitang, better than I thought. I would like to have a daughter like you, as I promised before, you can trust me."

"I swear in the name of a soldier, I will do my duty as a father and treat you as my own!"

Su Haitang whimpered, suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth, tears scrambling to fall.

"Sister, don't cry, my uncle is the last word, otherwise my grandfather will pull him with a belt!"

He Junfeng frowned and glanced at the demolished niece, coughing uncomfortably, and his solemn and terrifying expression eased.

"Begonia, don't learn from Ruyi. Even the elders dare to make fun of them. They are lawless."

When Yan Fangqiong heard that now, he was able to guess things about the same thing, looked at her husband angrily, gently pulled out her hand, and opened her arms to Su Haitang.

"Don't listen to your dad, he's just a rough man. He has been a soldier for a lifetime. How can he understand the mind of a girl. Haitang is good, you must learn from your Ruyi sister. If you feel wronged, please complain. I will call you the shots."

Su Haitang looked at the three blurred figures with teary eyes and squatted to the ground, hugging his knees and crying!

"What's the matter? Madam!" Aunt Song rushed in panic, and saw Yan Fangqiong who was sitting on the hospital bed, her legs softened when she relaxed.

"I'm scared to death. Okay, why did you suddenly cry like this? Don't cry, see how bad it is to get the doctor in and misunderstand people."