Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

Cheng Yuanzheng frowned, rubbed his itchy nose, and pressed the other hand to the little fox's nose, pushing it upside down with force.

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

The girl on the upper bunk on the opposite side glanced at the handsome Cheng Yuanzheng with long legs, leaned out half of her body with a look of surprise, and reached out her hand rudely to catch the little fox.

Cheng Yuanzheng didn't even raise his eyelids, allowing the little fox to bark his teeth at the stranger.

Another annoying woman! Squeezing his throat and calling Brother Bing in a demonic way, it's not a serious thing to hear!

Seeing that no one person or one beast showed any face, the girl couldn't hold back any longer, raised her hand to stroke her loose long hair, and muttered something.

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

"Psychopathy, persecution paranoia." Cheng Yuanzheng twirled his fingers around the little fox's soft ears, and was hugged by the little fox's two small front paws, trying to bite fiercely.

"Who are you talking about crazy?" The girl quit, shouting at the top of her voice.

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

"You have such a big face, you're so eager to scold me, it's like who cares about you."

Cheng Yuanzheng didn't look sideways, what he said could poison people to death.

He has suffered from women, and has been supported by his uncle and aunt. He is no longer the old Wuxia Amon, and he will not be fooled by the "faceless man" who thinks he is as beautiful as a fairy.

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

The girl was so angry that her voice trembled, and she repeatedly patted the upper bunk to vent her anger.

The male passenger in the middle berth below her was unhappy, and kicked the bed above her.

"Hey, pay attention to public morals, why are you shouting! How about taking a nap together quietly?"

The girl was choked again, and hit the bed twice hard.

"Who is sleeping with you!"

The male passenger was happy.

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

"Also, you put away your rotten mop hair and act in a ghost movie? Good guy, if I open my eyes in the middle of my sleep, will I be scared out of my wits?"

"If you scare me, can you afford it? It's not because you are thinking about my family's property, and you want to get rich and kill yourself, right? Then you have to have a share to share my inheritance."

The male passenger also had a poisonous mouth, but he joked about himself without hesitation, and he could even utter casually about murdering his fortune and dividing his inheritance, which sounded a bit humorous and open-minded, which made people smile.

Cheng Yuanzheng lowered his head and gave a thumbs up, thinking that this guy is quite interesting.

The male passenger laughed and clasped his fists, showing the generous demeanor of a knight-errant.

"You guys are too much! Are there any bullies like you? This train is not driven by your family. How dare you run on a girl like this!"

The girl on the upper bunk was squeezed by the two singing together, crying and talking, her long black hair was lifted and swayed by the wind that came in through the gap in the car window, she didn't look beautiful but just felt gloomy.

The little fox was irritated by the noise, covered his ears with his paws and whined twice, and spontaneously hid in Yuan Zheng's pocket.

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

How could there be so many unreasonable women! Those who cry, make trouble and hang themselves three times don't look at the occasion! Do you think everyone will follow their tricks? Who is used to the problem!

It's not like his daughter-in-law, who is kind and filial, hard-working, never making trouble for no reason, and her honesty makes people feel distressed.

The girl was reprimanded by him, her crying paused, and then she raised her voice to an octave, crying even harder.

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

The middle berth male passenger below her kicked her berth hard twice, and spoke unhurriedly.

"You are not my daughter, you are not my granddaughter, and you are not my daughter-in-law. You don't have the right to cry."

"You won't fall in love with my three-year-old baby son, and want to insist on being a child bride for our family, will you? It's too vicious! I don't agree with wanting an old cow to eat young grass!"