Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

   Cheng Yuanzheng frowned, rubbed his itchy nose, and pressed the tip of the little fox's nose with the other hand.

   "What a cute puppy! Brother Bing, can you give me a hug?"

   The girl in the shop on the opposite side glanced at Cheng Yuanzheng, who was handsome and long-legged, and stuck out half of his body in surprise, and rudely reached out to catch the little fox.

   Cheng Yuanzheng didn't lift his eyelids, and let the little fox snarl at people.

   Another annoying woman! Squeezing your throat and calling out to Brother Bing in a bewitching tone, it's not a serious thing when you hear it!

   The girl couldn't hold back when she saw that one person and one beast were all giving no face. She raised her hand and stroked her long loose hair, and muttered.

   "Are dogs allowed on the train? No one cares about it, and it bites people. There won't be rabies, right?"

   "Nervous disease, persecutory delusional disorder." Cheng Yuanzheng swirled his fingers around the little fox's soft ears, and was hugged by the little fox's two small front paws, and his milk was fiercely poised to bite.

   "Who is insane?" The girl gave up and shouted.

   For the sake of your handsomeness, I will forgive you if I apologize to this girl!

   "Your face is so big, I'm rushing to scold you, it's like who cares about you."

   Cheng Yuanzheng doesn’t look sideways, and what he says can poison people to death.

   He has suffered from the loss of women, and he has received the help of his uncle and aunt. He is no longer Wuxia Amon in the past, and he will not be fooled by the "faceless person" who thinks he is beautiful.

   "You! You are too much! How can you curse!"

   The girl was so angry that her voice trembled, and she patted the upper bunk to let out her breath.

   The male passenger in the middle bunk below her was unhappy, and kicked the upper bunk with his foot.

   "Hey, pay attention to public morals, what are you yelling about! How about a quiet nap together?"

  The girl was choked again and smashed the bed board twice.

   "Who sleeps with you!"

  The male passenger was delighted.

   "If you want to take advantage of me, I won't do it, and I can't even match my daughter-in-law's little finger."

   "Also, how about you put away your rotten mop head and act in a ghost movie? My dear, if I sleep with my eyes open, I won't be scared."

   "You scared me, can you afford to pay it? It's not because you're thinking about my family's property and want to make money and kill yourself, right? Then you have to be able to share my inheritance first."

  The male passenger's mouth is also poisonous, but he is not afraid to make jokes about himself. He can even say things like trying to make money, kill his life and divide his inheritance. It sounds a bit witty and open-minded, which makes people smile.

   Cheng Yuanzheng rushed down and gave a thumbs up, thinking this guy is quite interesting.

   The male passenger laughed, clasped his fists with both hands, and showed the sparse and broad demeanor of a chivalrous person.

   "You guys are going too far! Are you bullying people like this? This train isn't driven by your family, so you're so embarrassed to run against a girl!"

  The girl in the upper bunk was run on by the two of them, crying and crying, her long black hair was lifted and swayed by the wind that came in through the gap in the car window.

   The little fox was so irritable that he covered his ears with his little paws and hummed twice, and automatically and spontaneously hid in the pocket of the expedition.

   "Shut up!" Cheng Yuanzheng drank impatiently, comforting the little fox through his pocket.

  How can there be so many unreasonable women! If you cry, make trouble, hang yourself, don't look at the occasion! Do you think everyone eats them this way? No one is used to it!

  Which is like his daughter-in-law, hard-working, kind and filial, never unreasonable, honest and heart-wrenching.

   The girl was reprimanded by him, her crying stopped, and then she raised the octave and cried even more vigorously.

   "Girl, I'm not dead yet, why are you crying in such a hurry?"

   The male passenger in the middle bunk below her kicked her deck twice, and spoke slowly.

   "You are not my daughter, you are not my granddaughter, and you are not my daughter-in-law. You are not qualified to cry."

   "You wouldn't take a fancy to my three-year-old baby son and want to be a child bride for our family, right? It's too vicious! I don't agree with you wanting an old cow to eat tender grass!"