Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

"My daughter should be beautiful, not cold, not suffering, not harboring resentment in her heart."

He Junfeng raised his head abruptly, the corners of his eyes sparkling.

"Otherwise, how can I bring you back to poor Fang Qiong? A child who has a grudge against his parents can only prove our complete incompetence!"

"I am eager to correct you, not because I think you are bad, but because Fang Qiong sees you like this, and she will bear the self-blame and regret like ten thousand ants devouring my heart at this moment."

"She can't bear it. She is a good mother and shouldn't be hit so hard again. She shouldn't die with regret."

His voice lowered, and he kept looking up at the sky, and tears kept falling silently.

Su Haitang sighed, took out a handkerchief and handed it to him.

"Stop talking, I understand. I will play the role of my daughter well and try my best to give her the greatest comfort. Don't worry. I just hope that you can also empathize with me and understand my difficulties."

He Junfeng pinched the handkerchief to no avail, took out his own blue check handkerchief with his backhand and wiped his face indiscriminately, and smiled at her a little embarrassedly.

"Can't you call me daddy?"

Su Haitang looked at him expressionlessly, and suddenly realized that the man in front of him who had just cried was a little cute.

"To tell you the truth, I think it is more likely that I am Liu Lancui's biological daughter. Leave some room to avoid embarrassment in the future. But don't worry, I will help you."

"You don't have to worry about whether I will catch the faults of that family. In fact, I am disliked by them just because I am not like them. This is another meaning that they taught me badly."

Su Haitang's cold joke didn't have any effect, and He Junfeng still had an expression of hesitation but hesitation.

Su Haitang waved his hand and ordered him bluntly.

"I'm not in a good mood, so the dishes are ready. You help me serve them to the table."

"Hey." As if hearing Lun's voice, He Junfeng agreed happily, his eyes lit up, he put a handkerchief in his pocket, and rushed to serve the dishes.

"Leave me here, be careful of burning."

Su Haitang hurriedly stuffed a clean rag.

"Don't you know how to put your hands on it? It seems that you are used to being served by others."

He Junfeng smiled, and carried the dishes to the east room one after another with a rag under his feet.

Su Haitang washed her hands and face, went back to the room and changed into clean clothes, when she came out, she found that her grandma, uncle and second uncle had arrived, sitting around the kang table waiting for her.

"Why don't you eat it, the food is going to be cold." Su Haitang took off her shoes and got on the kang, sat next to her grandmother, looking in surprise at the red eyes of the adults.

What's the matter, it seems that everyone has cried. Could it be that he was reluctant to leave her?

Zhang Yue'e forced a smile, raised the wine cup in front of her and said, "Come on, do one."

Before going out just now, she was worried. She was really worried that her granddaughter would get angry and fall out with Chief He, so she groped back and listened to the corner of the wall.

But hearing her granddaughter talk about her life from childhood to adulthood, Zhang Yue'e couldn't stand it anymore, and felt very distressed.

She was afraid that she would cry out loud, so she hurriedly hid to find her son, and learned the words. It was a good thing, both son and daughter-in-law cried with her sadly!

Haining cried even more, saying that her sister was pitiful, she had suffered so much since she was a child, and she wanted to take Haitang back to her home, so she came to love her sister and tell her to live a good life.

Later, it was Su Jianjun who was worried about leaving his niece at home, and don't really suffer from choking with the guests, so he persuaded his mother and elder brother to stop their sadness, and hurried back to support the niece.