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Chapter 18
"Didn't Bingkun's father just come back? Why are they arguing again?"

Qiao's house, Chunyan's mother was muttering as she took off her scarf and gloves as soon as she entered the room.

"If you don't want to go, you have to go. If the family is reunited, even if they quarrel, it's their business. You're an outsider, why don't you run over to join in the fun?"

"Even if there is a fight, I don't do your business!" Old man Qiao said angrily while holding a cigarette stick.

"I'm concerned about what's wrong!" Chunyan's mother is also very violent. She usually gets hammered by old man Qiao, but she didn't deal with it, and she still fought with her neck.

"Come on, I still care. She doesn't care about your daughter at all. We and the Zhou family can't be in-laws. Besides, after Nian Bingkun and that thing got married, what are you caring about here? "

Old man Qiao also has a hot temper, as stubborn as a donkey, admitting death, and saving face.

At the beginning, Chunyan's mother and Li Suhua wanted to match Qiao Chunyan and Wang Zhong together, and he also acquiesced, but Wang Zhong didn't know what was going on in his head, so he didn't want a girl as good as Chun Yan'er from their family, so he found a girl in Taiping Hutong to be her. object.

What kind of place is Taiping Hutong?

Their family, Chunyan, is a serious worker with a staff and wages. His wife is still working in the street, and old man Qiao himself has a job. Except that he has no son, their Qiao’s house is not only in Taiping Hutong, but also in the whole of Guangxi. Words, that is also the number one.

The matter of Qiao Chunyan made the old man feel uneasy. In the old man's heart, his daughter must be the best girl in the world. He, Zhou Bingkun, dare not look down on his daughter.

It's only right for my daughter to look down on him.

Because of this matter, old man Qiao was holding his breath in his heart, and the dry smoke in his hand took one puff after another, puffing out clouds and smoke, and the smoke was lingering.

"Bingkun's mother is also Chun Yan'er's godmother. She and I are godsisters. Their old Zhou's family has no relatives in Jichun. It's Chinese New Year, and her family is so noisy. I can't care about it." gone?"

Without the stuff in the original book, it's purely Qiao Chunyan's self-indulgent sentimentality. Although Chunyan's mother is not very happy, the plastic sisterhood with Li Suhua is still strong. More importantly, she can't see old man Qiao as a stubborn ass With the same temper, you have to choke with him a few words to feel the energy in your heart.

"Hmph! Dogs take mice, mind your own business!" Old man Qiao put on a cold face, knocked the cigarette pot on the threshold twice, got up and entered the house with his hands behind his back.

The bathtub is not off work this time, and Qiao Chunyan is busy.

"Damn old man!" Chunyan's mother was not used to him, she cursed at the old man's back, fetched water and cleaned the stove, washed dishes and wiped the table.

Still grinning in his mouth: "What's wrong!"

As if old man Qiao had never heard of it, he went back to the house and lay down on the kang, and then fell asleep.

Taiping Hutong, Zheng's house.

In Taiping Hutong, the light words said it was not far away, and it was not close at all. When the young couple came out of Zhou's house, it was almost completely dark.

Boom boom boom!
There was a knock on the door.

"Is it Juan'er?"

Mother Zheng's voice came from the room.

Outside the door, the tightly-wrapped young couple held hands, breathing white air from their mouths, Zheng Juan's delicate face was flushed red from the cold: "Mom! It's me!"

"Bingkun is here too!"

Mother Zheng opened the door, lifted the cloth curtain, and with a smile on her face, she hurriedly turned her hand and said, "Stop standing there, hurry up and get in, get in!"

Mother Zheng was used to thrift. There was no stove in the house, only a kang, which was slightly warmer than outside. Guangming sat on the kang, wearing a padded jacket. There was no light in the room, and there was a kerosene lamp on the kang table.

"Sister, you are back!"

"Why don't you sit down for a while and come back now?" Zheng's mother was also curious. Zhou's father came back, and now the Zhou family should be celebrating and lively.

"My dad is back, and I can't sleep at home. I don't have a place to sleep. I just want to come to your place for a few nights, just because I'm afraid you'll dislike me!" Wang Zhong said jokingly.

"What are you talking about, we will be a family right now, you don't dislike anything." Zheng's mother said with a smile. To Wang Zhong, the kind-hearted Zheng's mother already regarded him as her half son.

"I'll get some hot water for you to wash." Zheng's mother was about to do it, and Zheng Juan hurriedly stopped her.

"Mom, go and sit on the kang! I'll do it." Zheng Juan helped Zheng's mother onto the kang, and said softly and patiently.

There was no stove in the house, and Zheng's mother was getting old, it was cold at night, and her body was weak, so she went to the kang to keep warm.

Zheng Juaner brought an enamel basin, poured half a basin of hot water from the thermos, found a clean towel, and washed Wang Zhong.

After washing her face and then her feet, just as Wang Zhong put her feet in the basin, Zheng Juan moved a small stool and sat opposite Wang Zhong, leaning over to help Wang Zhong rub the soles of her feet with her rough hands.

"I'll just do it myself!" Although I was often washed my feet before, it was a legitimate transaction. As it is now, letting a girl like Zheng Juan put down her body to help her wash her feet, this is what Wang Zhong used to do. Never thought about it.

But Zheng Juan held on to Wang Zhong's foot, looked up at Wang Zhong, and smiled sweetly: "I'll wash it for you!"

Wang Zhong's mind was a little blank. He looked at the girl who leaned over to gently wash his feet, looked at the two braids hanging from both shoulders, and looked at the fair but not delicate soft clothes that wrapped his body. The soles of the feet, all of a sudden, the eyes became a little crazy.

"All right!"

"Bingkun, what are you thinking?" Zheng Juan looked at Wang Zhong in a daze curiously, and reminded again with a smile: "It's finished washing! Hurry up and put it under the quilt to cover it, don't freeze it."

At this moment, both of Wang Zhong's feet were placed on Zheng Juan's thighs. Wang Zhong quickly put his legs back on the kang and stuffed them into the bed. Zheng Juan poured half a basin of water again, sat on the edge of the kang, took off her shoes and put her feet on the bed. go in.

Wang Zhong turned over and got off the kang, sat on a small stool with cotton shoes on, leaned over and held Zheng Juan's little feet in the basin, Wang Zhong could clearly feel Zheng Juan's body stiffen, and her cheeks turned red quickly.

"I'll just do it myself." The whisper was like a mosquito, showing the girl's shyness to the fullest.

Wang Zhong looked up at her and smiled, his hands kept moving: "Don't move."

Zheng Juan didn't dare to move, her body froze there, and from time to time, she secretly glanced at Wang Zhong who was concentrating on washing her feet, and at the same time she was secretly happy, but at the same time, she was infinitely shy.

On the side, Mother Zheng's smile rose to the corner of her eyes.

The Zheng family has only one room, more than [-] square meters, divided into two rooms inside and outside. The small outside is the kitchen, and the inside is the room where the family of three eats and sleeps on weekdays. A large kang takes up nearly half of the entire room. .

But the four of them could still sleep, and there was no shortage of quilts. Over the past few years, Wang Zhong had bought several quilts from Zheng's house.

Because she was about to get married, Aunt Zheng didn't let Zheng Juan go out to sell popsicles and candied haws in public. Every time she went out of the stall, Aunt Zheng brought the light.

Zheng Juan can only do logistics for them at home, stringing candied haws, making popsicles, cooking, unpacking and washing bedding, and mending clothes.

During this period of time, Wang Zhongyou and Xiao Shitian visited their house almost every day, renovating their house inside and out.

Although it was all done by Wang Zhong himself, he spent a lot of money just to buy materials such as wood.

Aunt Zheng saw it in her eyes and kept it in her heart.

After washing, Zheng Juan also got on the kang, Guangming slept outside next to Zheng's mother, Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan lay next to each other inside, the kang table was put away.

The large kang, which is over three meters wide, will be able to accommodate four people.

Wang Zhong rested his arms on his pillow, thinking about what happened just now, a little lost in thought.

Zhou Zhigang's attack was within his expectation, but the intensity was beyond his expectation.

The night was long, and I don't know how long it had passed, and the sound of even and deep breathing came from the ear, and the quilt next to him suddenly moved, moving a lot towards Wang Zhong's direction.

Wang Zhong just turned his head and met Zheng Juan's gaze. At the same time, Zheng Juan's hand slipped into the bed and held his hand.

Zheng Juan's hands are not big, and the palms are not smooth and delicate, but a little rough, which is the result of years of hard work.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Zheng Juan's voice was very low.

Wang Zhong lifted the quilt, opened his arms, and pulled Zheng Juan into his arms. Zheng Juan didn't resist, and leaned into Wang Zhong's arms. Wang Zhong could clearly feel that Zheng Juan's hot body was a little stiff, and the temperature seemed to continue to rise.

Without even thinking about it, Zheng Juan must be ashamed to death for being so close to her fiancé while her mother and younger brother are right next to her.

"It's nothing, just a little emotional."

"Because of uncle?"

The two were close to each other, so as not to disturb Zheng's mother and Guangming, their voices were very small.

Wang Zhong hummed.

"Uncle cares about you too!" Zheng Juan comforted Wang Zhong with her cheek pressed against Wang Zhong's chest and one hand on Wang Zhong's chest.

Wang Zhong sighed: "Hey, I know!"

Then he smiled helplessly: "Who told me that I'm not as smart as my brother and sister. When I was young, I was disobedient and always mischievous. From childhood to adulthood, among us siblings, I was the only one who was always beaten by him."

"As for Zhou Bingyi and Zhou Rong, the old man never said a single serious word."

Zheng Juan just listened quietly, without speaking.

Wang Zhong was still saying: "It's not that I can't understand that the old man is partial to them."

"I'm just a little emotional. The prejudice in this person's heart is like a mountain. No matter how hard you try, you can't move it."

Although Zheng Juan hadn't read any books, she understood Wang Zhong's words, with five fingers one at a time, her fingers slipped between Wang Zhong's fingers.

Fingers intertwined.

"I haven't seen you for three years. Uncle's impression of you is still the same as three years ago. If you get along for a while, uncle will gradually discover your strengths and abilities."

Wang Zhong raised his right hand, stroked Zheng Juan's smooth hair, and said with emotion: "Juan'er, it is my blessing to marry such a considerate daughter-in-law like you."

Wang Zhong had several girlfriends in his previous life, but they all died without any cause. After that, he went to work, and the medical examination revealed illness, and he was hospitalized...
Zheng Juan was almost lying on Wang Zhong's body, and both of them could clearly feel each other's breathing.

Such close contact made Zheng Juan blushed pretty, her cheeks and neck became hot, she shyly pushed Wang Zhong, but Wang Zhong grabbed her palm.

"Don't move, the more you move, the more uncomfortable it will be for me, just wait for a while." Zheng Juan, who had never heard of this before, was frightened and froze.

Wang Zhong gently stroked her head, and said softly: "Don't worry, Da Niang and Guangming are still by my side."

Zheng Juan's face was red and hot, like a monkey's buttocks, her head was buried in Wang Zhong's chest and she dared not show it.

(End of this chapter)