Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

"Hello aunty, I haven't had time to come and see you all the time, are you okay?"

Cheng Yuanzheng took the initiative to shake hands with Li Yuemei, smiling cordially.

Li Yuemei's body stiffened and quickly recovered her composure. She held Cheng Yuanzheng's hand and shook the cocoon, but the cocoon was in the wrong position.

"Yang Yi was in the navy. You and him met during the joint exercise? Good boy, it's hard for you to still think of him. Come in and sit at home."

The old lady is sensible, the reminder came in time.

Cheng Yuanzheng raised his brows and glanced at Su Haitang subconsciously.

Su Haitang smiled innocently at him.

When she went to the canteen of the wool spinning factory to have a meal, she inquired a little bit about the Yang family from the employees, and subconsciously thought that Yang Yijin was also an army unit.

It wasn't until she saw Yang Qihang that she suddenly realized that the father who would give his son this name was more likely to be a sailor.

But she had already spoken, and it would not be appropriate to change her words. She seemed to be insincere if she was inconspicuous, which would arouse Qin Shuang and the others resentment, so they could only make mistakes and avoid Yang Yi.

She didn't mean to hide Cheng Yuanzheng. She is not sure about one aspect, and lack of time to explain clearly is the other aspect. Cheng Yuanzheng will never provoke her with a small belly, right?

But the strangest thing is Li Yuemei's attitude. The old lady's words, why do you sound like mentioning them and helping them to lie?

Su Haitang hugged the little fox with a guilty conscience and laughed, and left a sentence "Watch Yang Qihang's homework" and ran away.

"It's still like a little kid."

Looking at her running away, Cheng Yuanzheng calmly helped the old lady back to the house.

His face has always been thick, and it's nothing to be ashamed.

"The child of the poor takes care of the house early, and can only be kept as a child if someone is guarded. Your sister?" Li Yuemei behaved like an elder who welcomed her son and friends to visit, and was able to hand over.

"Well, it's a younger sister."

Cheng Yuanzheng did not deny it, with a deep smile at the corner of his mouth.

Brothers and sisters or something, just listen to them.

"How to let her out alone? How dangerous."

"There was an accident. I heard the news and rushed to pick her up from outside. Fortunately, you have an aunt to take her in."

One question and one answer is fun.

Seeing that she was about to enter the house, Li Yuemei pulled Cheng Yuanzheng's hand and asked in a low voice, "Where is the one chasing her?"

Cheng Yuanzheng's smile remained unchanged, and his eyes swept openly towards Westinghouse.

"Hurry up, don't worry."

"That's good, that's good." Li Yuemei breathed a sigh of relief. "She was also afraid that the person would be unreasonable and chase him over and harass. The three of our mothers are tied together, and they are not opponents."

Cheng Yuanzheng reassured her by shaking her hand.

"With me, don't worry, you won't cause trouble to your family."

"Hello, uncle!" Yang Qihang ran out of the Westinghouse, looking up at Cheng Yuanzheng with bright eyes.

"Hello." Cheng Yuanzheng stretched out his hand to beckon the little boy, for fear that he would ask some embarrassing questions, and simply took the initiative to control the right to speak.

"You're Xiaohang? You've grown up like this. Uncle brought you a gift. See if you like it or not."

As he said, he took off the pendant from his neck, which was three bullet shells wearing red string, untied one of them and handed it to him.

"This is the souvenir I left when I hit a full target for the first time. I give it to you. I wish you the first place forever."

"Thank you Uncle!"

Yang Qihang happily took the bullet with both hands, and looked at the bullet shell with some reverence, expressing his affection.

"It will bless you."

Cheng Yuanzheng touched the child's head and sent his sincere blessings.

"Yeah!" Yang Qihang nodded his head, looking up at him with admiration.

His father must be such an indomitable man!

"Uncle, can you hug me?"