Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

He Junfeng looked at her deeply for a while, then suddenly interrupted the topic.

"You have worked hard on the train all the way, go to bed early, and talk about things tomorrow."

Su Haitang looked at him suspiciously, nodded and said nothing.

"The clothes are nice."

He Junfeng suddenly praised her in a low voice, and picked up the bag that was placed on the chair outside.

"These are prepared for you by your grandma, grandma, and other relatives. They are all bought according to your size, as well as pajamas. You can go to the bathroom and try them out. It's cold at night."

Su Haitang thought of the bunch of relatives he had met in the afternoon, but found that he didn't remember any of them, as if Cheng Yuanzheng had also infected him with the problem of not recognizing people.

"I," she said Ai Ai, thinking of all the previous evasions and keeping a distance, she felt that she was too hypocritical. "Thanks."

In the end she had the cheek to thank her and accepted several presents in an oversized bag.

She is not such an awkward temperament, and she is not afraid to accept other people's kindness, as long as there is a relationship, there will be friendship, which is her consistent principle.

If it wasn't for the influence of the memory of her previous life, she believed that she was not the daughter of the He family, and that's why she had the hypocritical things before, she would have behaved more frankly.

Alas, she also started to be hypocritical.

This shows that she no longer has to worry about food and clothing, and has time to grieve for spring and autumn.

is progress.

Su Haitang explained to herself in different ways.

"Don't say thank you to me, just be polite to your relatives." He Junfeng felt a little sour when he saw her softening her attitude, put away her defensive thorns, and tried hard to accept their kindness.

It was as if he had witnessed a wounded and bleeding hedgehog, huddled together for self-preservation, but bravely tried to stick out the soft, unprotected thorns toward them, regardless of the bleeding wound that was still unhealed, for fear of stabbing it. hurt their kindly stretched out hands.

This is a soft-hearted good boy, worthy of being held in the palm of one's hand and pampered with headaches.

"I've been busy recently, so I didn't have time to prepare a gift for you this time. I see that you like reading books very much, so I brought the dictionary and story books I bought for you before. You can look through them when you are free during the day. If there is anything you don't understand You can also ask me."

He Junfeng pointed to the other bag on the chair, which was square and thick and contained a lot of books.

"Dictionary? Great, I've been wanting this! Thanks!"

Su Haitang thanked her in surprise, she couldn't wait to put down her clothes bag, and went to look through her book bag.

Seeing her ecstatic appearance, He Junfeng hooked the corners of his mouth, and then tightened it again.

An ordinary dictionary makes her happy like this...

"Haitang, if you're not tired, let's sit down and study for a while?"

He Junfeng suggested with a low and gentle voice.

"Okay, okay, I'm worrying about this." Su Haitang happily agreed, holding the paperback version of the Xinhua Dictionary without letting go, and then asked considerately, "Wouldn't it delay your rest?"

He Junfeng stepped into the inner room, motioned for her to sit on the single bed in the corner, turned on the flashlight, and asked Su Haitang in a low voice, "Shall I read you a story?"

Since the wife was pregnant with the child, the couple have fantasized about how to take care of the child.

The young couple are deeply in love, and the heated discussion outlines a happy and beautiful family life, and children are the most important part of it.

Two people foolishly say some stupid things together, do some stupid things, laugh happily for a long time for no reason, and never get tired of it.

Reading storybooks to children has been put on the agenda early on. It is a regular group activity for a family of three starting from the womb. It is planned to read to the children when they grow up, and then continue to read to the grandchildren.

But no one expected that a fatal accident interrupted their beautiful plan.

In the next eighteen years of reading the story, the most important protagonist was missing, and what should have been a family of three laughing and laughing was replaced by two people who were relatively sad and weeping.