Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

"Su Haitang, I like you! Be my girlfriend!"

A rough male voice full of enthusiasm sounded, causing a group of students to cheer and cheer.

Cheng Yuanzheng jumped off the wall, hugged his wife, and took away the ridiculous pink perfumed love letter. He opened it and glanced at it casually, then threw it back. The whole set of actions was so smooth and handsome!

"My daughter-in-law is a famous woman, so don't try to gain leverage. Also, your academic performance is not good, right?"

"It doesn't matter if the handwriting is like a dog crawling. There are also typos all over the place. A scumbag is not worthy of delivering a love letter to my wife. She has no obligation to help you correct wrong sentences and typos."

The boy with pimples turned red and held the love letter he had revised seven times unconvincingly.

Are there any typos? He obviously checked it with Xinhua Dictionary!

"Cheng Yuanzheng, don't even think about bullying the people in our affiliated middle school! Are you ashamed of an old cow eating young grass? Besides, are you married and you just call me wife?"

Cheng Yuanzheng glared at him angrily, took off Su Haitang's schoolbag, put it on his shoulder, and gently flicked her forehead as smooth as jade.

"You're so willing to watch my jokes? I'm the youngest? You're obviously just a juicy little piece of meat."

Su Haitang pursed his lips and smiled.

Even if we look at this beautiful face of our own man day and night, we still never get tired of it.

"I don't believe you didn't receive a love letter today."

Cheng Yuanzheng hugged her and walked out.

"Daughter-in-law, are you jealous? Although I really like that you care about me, I can't bear to make you sad. You know, I only have you in my heart."

Su Haitang smiled sweetly at him.

In his current body, he doesn't have the problem of face blindness, but after Cheng Yuanzheng used it, he still only recognized her.

This shows that he is completely mentally ill.

Upon closer inspection, the meaning behind it is a bit sweet.

"Who else do you want to see?"

Su Haitang gave him a scolding look and got on the back seat of the bicycle.

Cheng Yuanzheng kicked off his long legs, the car bell rang loudly, and the car slid freely into the sea of ​​people like a slippery fish.

"Hey, wait! Wait for the classmate in front of you, the one with the girl on the bicycle!"

Someone shouted, with a voice full of surprise as if he had found a treasure!

"Sit tight." Cheng Yuanzheng didn't stop at all, but accelerated directly. He picked up one of her little hands and put it on his waist. "It's safer to hold on to me."

Su Haitang pursed his lips and smiled.

This guy would rather ride a motorcycle, right? The brakes shook the girl in the back seat and hugged her.

"Cheng Yuanzheng, what birthday gift do you want?"

Su Haitang had a slight headache.

The two of them are so familiar. She has celebrated his birthdays many times. Every year, she takes a lot of effort to give gifts. They have to be novel, pleasing to him, and preferably useful...

"you."

Cheng Yuanzheng felt the soft little hand on his waist, his body temperature gradually rising uncontrollably, and he rode the bike faster to let the wind blowing in his face dissipate some of the heat.

"Seriously."

Su Haitang, who was being played as a gangster again, pinched him and his face turned a little red.

This man had always been passionate about her, and she even felt that if she continued to hold it in, he would lock her up and never let her see anyone else for the rest of her life.

Cheng Yuanzheng hissed. The car skidded slightly and was quickly adjusted.

He smiled helplessly.

"Daughter-in-law, don't make trouble, it's on the street."

Su Haitang blushed.

She always forgets that he is now in a sensitive adolescence. Even if he has strong self-control, it is very difficult to restrain himself.