Looking at the surveillance through the mobile phone, the pair of disgusting men and women hugged and hugged at the door of her house, and you and I were old for a long time before sweetly driving the motorcycle back to the village.

A man's mouth is like honey, and it can easily coax a woman around.

On the mountain, Luo Qingyu saw them leaving in the surveillance, pursed the corners of his mouth, and disagreed. She definitely didn't want Lin Jiacheng and Zhao Simin to divorce, and what she said just now was a kind reminder to him.

Zhao Simin married him clearly because he came for money, he had no money, so it was strange that she didn't beat the child quickly. With her young beauty and that talkative little mouth, it is a matter of minutes to find another honest man with money.

How can this work? It is enough for an honest person to have Lin Jiacheng, and they must be bound.

It must be known that because of Zhao Simin, he not only divorced Feng Ting, separated his wife and daughter, but also lost his future and network resources, and suffered huge losses. Just for the piece of meat in Zhao Simin's stomach, she was asked to give birth anyway.

Otherwise, wouldn't he be in vain? As long as he is not stupid, he should understand the gains and losses.

Of course, Luo Qingyu didn't dare to guarantee that Lin Jiacheng would believe in himself.

Because many cheating men are quite confident in themselves, they think that the sweet little lover is Tu his soft and warm belly and the Mediterranean, and even some older men feel that the tender girl loves the old man in him.

In short, there are all kinds of wonders, including some men who would rather raise the children of a third party than their own children.

If so, Luo Qingyu admitted.

Lin Jiacheng is only 49 years old, and Zhao Simin's lifespan is not as long as Feng Ting, but it is definitely longer than him, and they are more suitable for killing each other for a lifetime.

If the gang breaks up halfway, it will be bad for Lin Jiacheng to turn around and ask Feng Ting for remarriage. With Feng Ting's personality, for the sake of her daughter, no one dares to guarantee that she will not gnaw on this turning grass.

Once the two remarry, Feng Ting's life is destined to be a tragedy.

At least in Luo Qingyu's eyes, it is a tragedy, the person concerned may feel happier, right? I am glad to have the opportunity to accompany him through the last leg of the road and love each other. The man is gone, and with Feng Ting's personality, he will definitely provide for his in-laws.

In case Zhao Simin leaves the child to run away by herself, she is very likely to raise a child in the third year.

And Zhao Simin, who is thriving elsewhere, knows about it, and he must not be able to help hahaha...... Hmm, Luo Qingyu shook his head vigorously and shook off those unpleasant pictures.

If you are not afraid of god opponents, you are afraid of pig teammates.

Benevolence and fraternity were a virtue, and she deeply admired the good deeds of such saints, but did not dare to be friends with them. Even if it doesn't affect yourself, standing aside and watching can be half angry, don't dare to provoke, don't dare to provoke.

After confirming that Lin and Zhao left, Luo Qingyu stayed in Deadwood Ridge peacefully.

I wanted to call my dad and ask how they were, but I was afraid that they were on the move. In the deep mountains and old forests, the road is wet and slippery, in case you are affected by the bell and slip by mistake, wouldn't it be a cheat?

Well, it's not too late to ask when they come back.

Recently, the weather has been good, and the sun is fierce during the day, which is a good time to dry firewood. A while ago, she was in retreat, not knowing that the outside had been washed by the spring rain, and the thunder was deafening.

When my mother saw that she really didn't know, she was so frightened that she secretly asked her what kind of skills she was practicing?

This question is easy to answer, meditation, meditation, or meditation all have the special effect of "not hearing what is going on outside the window", it depends on whether she believes it or not, hehe.

Don't you understand? Dad understands, Mom will definitely ask him when she looks back.

Anyway, today, the four Wangs were not at home, and she took the post of guarding the mountain, went back to the firewood room to get a woodcutter and walked out of the house. The big cats slumped in the doorway and slept in, ignoring her, except for the little cats, who followed her.

When passing by a patch of grass, it let itself go, sometimes fluttering butterflies, sometimes rolling around like a cat and an insect.

Hey, let's play, when it grows up, she directly let it be sterilized, depriving it of the opportunity to be a mother.

There is no way, her home is not a zoo, and she is too lazy to find someone to adopt, so she simply forgets it once and for all. In case there are new cats and dogs picked up in the future, she won't have too much of a headache.

She walked around the mountains this morning and found that a tree that had failed to cross the catastrophe had broken a thick arm, and she had made a fortune, enough for her to use for half a year. There is no mountain in my parents' house, but there must be one in the mountains and forests outside, so I will go in tomorrow and take a look.

Now that the people in the village have used natural gas, they have long said goodbye to the firewood era. Some elderly people go into the mountains to cut firewood in order to save money, but in recent years there have been fewer and fewer of them. Young people don't want to see their parents and grandparents working hard, and they won't enjoy the blessings.

On the contrary, her family cooks more firewood and rice, so she picks up cheap.

Of course, their home not only burns firewood, but also occasionally uses electricity and gas. But the parents, godfathers, and godmothers sighed that it was always the firewood rice that smelled of fireworks, so it was just (eating).

When chopping wood, you can't just count on the trees that have failed to cross the catastrophe, some dry branches should be cut down, and they can be dried a little bit.

Spring has arrived, and the small wildflowers scattered all over the mountains are fresh and chic, gently swaying in the breeze. The small ones are milk vetch, dotted plums, and there are a lot of small flowers of various colors that are finely broken, although they are inconspicuous, they are also beautiful when they are connected into a piece.

Fruit trees, such as apricot blossoms, pear blossoms, and peach blossoms, are in full bloom. The cherry blossoms sent by Brother Nian also bloomed, pink and white, like a girl's pink face.

Except for the cherry blossom tree, the rest of the flowers and trees are sparse and scattered, such as a few apricot trees, one pear blossom tree, and two peach trees, which are also far apart, surrounded by evergreen trees, and it is not easy to see how beautiful they are.

It's all too common, but she actually cares more about her durian tree.

No, at this moment, she was standing in front of the two durian trees, throwing her firewood knife boredly, looking up to observe. In order to see more clearly, she simply climbed up to the tree in twos and threes, and opened her eyes wide to look for the pimple that seemed to be a bud.

No, no, is it true that the water and soil are not suitable for the height of light growth and refuse to blossom and bear fruit?

What kind of business is this? Gu Zhanpeng's water and coconuts are almost in the forest, and her durian trees are not going to bloom yet, how boring!

Jump down from the tree and look up again. Forget it, Mom and Dad have a warehouse dedicated to storing plant ash. Come back tonight with two sacks, and add some fertilizer to them tomorrow.

She picked up the hatchet, patted the dust off her clothes, and began to chop branches.

Especially the durian tree, which has grown for so long, has dense branches, and eighty percent of them cannot bloom because they have divided the nutrients. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense, so I went up the tree again and cut down the thin, crossed branches and tried to thin them as much as possible.

If one is cut down, there will be a second; if all the durians are cut down, will the peaches, pears, and apricots escape?

There are also longan trees, mango trees, etc., transplanted by my father, she cuts, she cuts and cuts, she doesn't count how much each tree will cut, according to intuition. Anyway, it's all hers, and this year's fruit is heavy on quality and not quantity, and it must be extraordinarily sweet.

Turn grief and anger into strength, whether it is a fruit tree or not, she looks at it as an eyesore when there are more branches, and she will cut them down.

Soon, the normally calm Dead Wood Ridge was chopped down by her and the mountains were full of firewood. Pull a few vines, tie them up one by one, and stack them into a hill and carry them on your head.

"Meow?"

When the work was done, the playful little kitten and the three big cats came and rolled at her feet again.

"You guys, I'll come back later. ”

Luo Qingyu refused to be tempted, and resolutely carried the "hill" back to the courtyard. It was cut all over the mountain, and it took at least four or five trips to finish.