My wife is a squeamish bag

Chapter 1 My husband, are you going to abandon me?
"Sir, stop, I can't walk anymore."

An Beibei shook his legs wearily, followed behind Qi Jingyu's tall figure with one foot deep and one shallow foot, and shouted weakly.

The voice was soft, with a hint of coquettishness.

Qi Jingyu's body froze slightly, and instead of stopping, he walked even faster.

"what!"

An Beibei staggered and fell to the ground.

The calf was cut by a stone, and the blood flowed out, causing her to throb in pain.

Qi Jingyu paused, and turned his head expressionlessly.

An Beibei looked at him with tears in his eyes, and said in a crying voice, "Master, I broke my skin, it hurts so much!"

That squeamish look made Qi Jingyu frowned fiercely.

Looking up at the setting sun, Qi Jingyu stepped forward without saying a word, took out a pack of medicinal powder from his arms, twisted up some fine powder, and sprinkled it skillfully and evenly on An Beibei's wound.

His eyes inadvertently passed over the porcelain-white jade skin, Qi Jingyu's complexion became more and more gloomy, but a blush quietly crept up on the pinnae of his ears.

He pulled down An Beibei's trousers. Although his movements were not rude, they were not gentle either.

"All right."

"But...it still hurts."

An Beibei's nose twitched slightly, and said aggrievedly.

Qi Jingyu turned his eyes away, and said impatiently, "Are you going? If you don't, I'll go first."

"do not want!"

An Beibei hurriedly grabbed the corner of his sleeve, her eyes widened in panic, with crystal tears rolling in her eyes, "Sir, you...are you going to abandon me?"

Qi Jingyu was agitated when he didn't come, and said coldly: "Don't call me your husband."

An Beibei was startled, and asked politely: "Then what do you want to call you? Is your name okay?"

"can."

"Then what's your name?"

Qi Jingyu sneered, "Is there a fiancée who doesn't even know her fiancé's name?"

An Beibei blinked innocently, and said as a matter of course: "But now we are husband and wife!"

Qi Jingyu: "..."

That's right, two hours ago, the squeamish woman in front of her had already registered with him and became his wife.

Although he didn't have anyone he liked, and he didn't resist marrying a wife and having children, but it was inevitable that he would feel conflicted when he was forcefully forced into him.

"Looking at you, it doesn't look like you were born in a poor family. Has no one told you that I am just a country boy with mud legs. If you follow me, you will only be able to live in poverty for the rest of your life? Just walking like today Walking will be a common thing in the future.”

An Beibei heard the words, and asked carefully with a bitter face: "Your family...is really so poor?"

Qi Jingyu glanced at her strangely.

Is this woman pretending to be stupid or really stupid?

Eating bran swallowed vegetables just means that the family is poor, not that they are really poor enough to eat bran.

Anyway, their Qi family has hands and feet, and they haven't been reduced to the point of eating chaff.

Seeing that the other party didn't answer for a long time, An Beibei just regarded herself as the truth, and burst into tears in her heart.

Unfortunately, I finally solved the household registration problem, and now I am about to face the problem of survival.

Fei Laobi struggled to find a long-term meal ticket for himself, but he didn't expect that he was short of food.

She is so hard!

"What, regret it? It's not too late to regret it now, I can give you a divorce letter, and you can just go back to your place of origin."

An Beibei trembled when he heard the words, and hurriedly grabbed his arm, raised his neck and hurriedly expressed his loyalty, "I don't regret it, I don't regret it, I don't regret it even if I live with my husband and you for the rest of my life."

"Let go, what kind of trouble is it?"

Qi Jingyu quickly pulled his arm away, and the blush on the pinna quietly spread to the base of the ear.

　Notes before reading:
　　1. The hostess is set to be an idiot with a genius in science and engineering. Refer to the scientist Einstein (poor in self-care ability), only in the early stage, and you will get used to it later. If you don’t like this setting, you can skip this article.

　　2. This article is superficial, please do not refer to the history of the military registration system.

　　 3. The background of this article is a small mountain village in an ancient backward hilly area. The farming is simple and primitive. Please do not refer to modern rural areas and recreational farmhouses.

　　4. Please respect each other and read books in a civilized manner. If you don’t like it, don’t force it. Just quit. Please don’t make malicious remarks to confuse the public, otherwise all comments will be deleted.

　　
　　
　
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