Chapter 25
"I said, let you go away and don't block my light." Bai Jin stared at him in disgust, and repeated what she just said.

But Zhao Han's furrowed brows didn't seem to be about to loosen yet. He kept the posture just now, and his frown could kill a fly: "Not this sentence, but the next sentence."

"Ah?" Bai Jin was very disgusted with him, and then said, "Oh, I said I want to make money."

"Oh. What are you doing to make money? Thinking about how to leave me?" Zhao Han's eyes moved slightly, as if he had seen through Bai Jin's heart.

When Bai Jin heard his words, the expression on her face finally stopped being as disgusted as before.Instead, he raised his head and looked at the man with an unkind face: "Zhao Han, what do you mean?"

Zhao Han chuckled softly, but his hands had already started to tidy up the fodder in front of Bai Jin. His palms were very broad, and he grabbed a handful.Seeing him doing this, Bai Jin also knew that he was not joking.

The generous palm was held down by a small white hand, Bai Jin raised her head, and said in a cool voice, "Zhao Han, what exactly do you want to do?"

The movements of the two were so loud that Zhao Xiaojiu who was next to him also noticed. Zhao Xiaojiu looked at Zhao Han's movements in confusion, and said in a daze, "Daddy, why did you put them away? The stepmother said that these materials can be sold Money."

"I can afford you, don't even think about showing your face to make money." Zhao Han said, and put all the fodder into his basket.

And this scene fell in Bai Jin's eyes, as if what Zhao Han threw into the basket was not fodder at all, but white money.

She got up from the ground quickly, stretched out her hand and pointed at Zhao Han's chest, and said in a very loud voice: "I haven't shown my face yet, you just cleaned up all these materials for me, you say, Do you want to make money behind my back?"

She took a deep breath, and before Zhao Han could answer, she just heard her pointing at herself again and said: "You still said that you can afford me, look at my hair, it's not so yellow, Look at my face again, tender?"

"Tender." Zhao Han answered quite happily this time.

Bai Jin: "..." Why does she feel that her face is so rough?

"Hair is a little yellow, I'll buy you some black sesame seeds tomorrow." Zhao Han chuckled lightly, and dragged her down the path down the mountain. Seeing that the two had left, Zhao Xiaojiu hurriedly packed up his medicinal herb roots and carried them on his back. Carrying the small basket, he hurriedly followed behind.

Although Bai Jin is not weak, she is no different from a little chicken in front of Zhao Han. She was carried home by Zhao Han all the way. From the beginning to the end, she had no chance to touch those fodder. .

Until I got home.

"Zhao Han, don't you care a little bit? What's wrong with me trying to make money?" As he said that, Bai Jin approached her, and said in a strange way: "It's better than risking your life to make money, isn't it?"

"You can do whatever you want at home. If you dare to go out to make money, I'll break your hand, huh?" Zhao Han snorted lightly, put down the grass basket, and went to pick up the prey.

At this time, the evening sky was about to be swallowed up by night.

Zhao Han's figure was about to walk into the kitchen, at this moment, a small force suddenly grabbed his arm, and the next second, two small hands jumped up, grabbed his arm and shook it left and right , Immediately, Jiao Didi's voice also followed: "Husband, just let me make money!"

Zhao Xiaojiu was obediently looking into the door with a small basket on his back, but when he heard such a sentence, he staggered, and his small body fell directly to the door...

The figure of the tall man froze in place.

 It's a sad day today, wow
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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