Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

   "Hello Aunt, I haven't had time to come and see you all. Are you all okay?"

   Cheng Yuanzheng took the initiative to shake hands with Li Yuemei with a kind smile.

   Li Yuemei's body froze, and she quickly regained her composure. The hand that was holding Cheng Yuanzheng's cocoon shook, but the cocoon was in the wrong position.

   "Yang Yi is in the navy. You met him during the joint exercise? Good boy, it's hard for you to still think about him. Come home and sit."

  The old lady understands people, this reminder is timely.

   Cheng Yuanzheng raised his brows and glanced at Su Haitang subconsciously.

  Su Haitang smiled innocently at him.

   When she went to the canteen of the woolen mill, she inquired about the situation of the Yang family from the employees, and subconsciously thought that Yang Yijin was also in the army.

   It wasn't until she saw Yang Qihang that she suddenly realized that a father who named his son such a name would be more likely to be a sailor.

   But her words have already been spoken, and it would be inappropriate to change them again. If she goes back on her words, it seems insincere, but it will cause Qin Shuang and the others to resent them, so they can only make mistakes and avoid Yang Yi.

   She didn't mean to hide from Cheng Yuanzheng. She is not sure on the one hand, and the lack of time to explain it clearly is on the other hand, Cheng Yuanzheng will not be petty to anger her, right?

   But the strangest thing is Li Yuemei's attitude. How can the old lady's words sound like she's advising them and helping them lie?

  Su Haitang hugged the little fox with a guilty conscience and laughed dryly, dropped the sentence "Watch Yang Qihang do his homework" and ran away.

   "Like a little kid."

   Cheng Yuanzheng watched her running away, and calmly helped the old lady back to the house.

  His face has always been thick, and it is nothing to lose face.

   "The children of the poor have long been in charge of their homes, and they can only be children if they have someone to protect them. Your sister?" Li Yuemei acted like an elder who welcomed her son's friends to visit, and was very good at talking.

   "Well, it's my sister."

   Cheng Yuanzheng did not deny it, and there was a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth.

   Brothers and sisters, just make out when you hear them.

   "How to let her out alone? How dangerous."

   "There was an accident. I heard the news and rushed to pick her up from out of town. Fortunately, there is an aunt and you take her in."

   It's fun to ask and answer questions.

   Seeing that he was about to enter the house, Li Yuemei pulled Cheng Yuanzheng's hand and asked in a low voice, "Where's the person chasing her?"

   Cheng Yuanzheng's smile remained unchanged, and his eyes swept toward Westinghouse.

   "I've already driven away, don't worry."

   "That's good, that's good." Li Yuemei breathed a sigh of relief. "She's also afraid that the person is unreasonable and will chase after him and mess with him. Our mother is three tied together, and we are not their opponents."

   Cheng Yuanzheng shook her hand firmly.

   "With me, don't worry, it won't cause trouble to your family."

   "Hello, Uncle!" Yang Qihang ran out of the Westinghouse and looked up at Cheng Yuanzheng, who was standing tall and straight with bright eyes.

   "Hello." Cheng Yuanzheng reached out and beckoned the little boy, for fear that he would ask some embarrassing questions, he simply took the initiative to control the right to speak.

   "Are you Xiaohang? You've grown so big. Uncle brought you a gift, see if you like it."

   As he said, he took off the pendant from his neck, the three bullet casings he wore with a red rope, and untied one of them and handed it to him.

   "This is the souvenir I left when I hit a full target for the first time. I give it to you. I wish you can always strive for the first place."

   "Thank you uncle!"

  Yang Qihang happily took the bullet with both hands and looked at the bullet casing with some reverence, his love beyond words.

   "It will bless you."

   Cheng Yuanzheng touched the big head of the child and sent sincere blessings.

   "Yeah!" Yang Qihang nodded heavily, looking up at him with admiration in his eyes.

   His father must be such a manly man!

   "Uncle, can you hug me?"