Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

Su Haitang couldn't help but hugged the medicine bag and went back to take a medicinal bath. She felt a little closer to this cousin Bai who laughed and cursed without scruples.

It’s hard to dislike such a person, right?

The medicinal bath recipe in the morning has been adjusted to make it more stimulating.

Su Haitang felt that warm currents flowed into the thousands of pores in his body, burning up the body like a spark of fire!

From the skin to the flesh to the muscles, bones and organs, the blood is boiling and rushing, like a river flowing into the sea, it is unstoppable!

Su Haitang frowned slightly, sweating on his head and face, but he sat as steady as a mountain. He even unconsciously put his five hearts to the sky and breathed in the scent of the medicine.

Su Haitang has become very accustomed to multitasking, and it has almost become her instinct. Especially when she feels uncomfortable, she will subconsciously think about this and divert her attention.

At this moment, her eyes were slightly closed, her thoughts were moving slightly, and in a trance, the simple and charming "Baitou Yin" appeared again in her mind, but the blurred sounds and shadows were missing, as if she had changed from watching a TV series to a pure text reading mode.

Su Haitang carefully traced the beautiful calligraphy on the calligraphy, and a flash of regret flashed through him unconsciously.

There are good poems, good words and good stories, but it is a pity that there is no wine, no music and no friends.

Just a senseless thought flashed across Su Haitang's mind, and Su Haitang himself didn't even pay attention to it, but the ethereal music of the piano suddenly sounded in his ears.

A female voice lamented: After parting ways, the two places were separated from each other. It was said to be March and April, but who knew it was five or six years!

There is no intention to play the lyre, there is no eight-line calligraphy to pass on, the nine-stringed chain is interrupted, and the gaze of the ten-mile long pavilion is longing.

I think about it in various ways, think about it in all kinds of ways, and feel helpless to blame him.

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Alas! Lang, Lang, I wish that in the next life you would be a girl and I would be a boy.

Her voice is clear and graceful, with an air of sadness and anger in her softness. Her heart is full of tenderness, but she doesn't just show weakness and seek peace. Her words "I wish you could be a girl and I could be a boy in the next life" reveal infinite sadness and affection, as well as love for each other. The helpless resentment of being born a daughter.

Since ancient times, men have been so unlucky, riches and wives have changed, riches and friends have changed, and how many lovers have been let down!

Su Haitang's brows furrowed in discomfort, his emotions fluctuated, his breathing became disordered, and he was about to break the comfortable feeling of trance.

Suddenly there was a clang of strings, and the elegant sound of the piano sounded, bright and lingering, gradually becoming more and more passionate, and endless charming thoughts flowed, making people unable to help but yearn for the beautiful woman who was admired with all their hearts.

The depression in Su Haitang's heart slowly dissipated, her breath was even and long, her brows were relaxed, her mouth was smiling, her hands turned into fingers at some point, her face was pink and shiny, and she looked like a majestic treasure.

It's a pity that no one saw this beautiful scene.

The next second, she slightly pursed her red lips, pretending to be angry at her daughter's house. Although she was still sitting upright with her eyes closed, she couldn't see her eyes moving, which still attracted people's imagination.

Su Haitang was also having wild thoughts.

The sound of the piano was melodious, but the ruffian Cheng Yuanzheng quietly entered her mind, smiling mischievously at her, calling her wife again and again, getting closer and closer, and those thin lips were about to press against her...

Who is your wife? Hate!

Su Haitang was so angry that he was red all over. He cursed the shameless guy in his heart and drove away the guy who refused to leave.

How long has it been, and you still only care about the love between your children? If you don’t come back in one piece, I will, just, not allow you to call me my wife!

Cheng Yuanzheng stared at her with a melancholy handsome face, as if his feet were rooted.

Su Haitang bit her lower lip lightly, sighed and resigned silently.

Well, as long as you are well, I will wait for you to come back no matter how long it takes.

As your daughter-in-law.