Chapter 68: It's Not Over!

"Huh."

Is this the same?

Wouldn't it be too early?

Facing Zhao Zheng's smug eyes, the corners of Xue Miaomiao's mouth hooked up a mocking smile, and let Zhao Han take the things in her hand, thinking to herself: If it weren't for this girl who couldn't find the way, do you think you would succeed?

The funniest thing is that he even sent Zhao Han to spy on her, in a beautiful name: take care.

Zhao Han, a small body that can fall down when the wind blows, and has never done housework to take care of people, what does he take care of her?

"You...... What are you laughing at? ”

Zhao Zheng, who was still proud just now, suddenly saw the mocking sneer on Xue Miaomiao's lips, and he chuckled in his heart, and panicked for no reason.

"Village Chief Zhao, this matter ......"

Liu raised his eyebrows lightly, Xue Miao laughed evilly, but his eyes were cold: "It's not over!" ”

When the words fell, she patted Zhao Han, who was supporting her, and motioned for him to leave, not giving Zhao Zheng a chance to speak again, "Let's go, my feet hurt, help me go back." ”

"Okay, Miao Miao, I'll take you home now."

Zhao Han was full of eyes only Xue Miaomiao, he was afraid that Xue Miaomiao would die stubbornly, so he insisted on dragging the injury to the county government to complain, the distance from here to the county government was not close, her foot was injured so seriously, this time and again, the injury was on top of the injury, and the root of the disease was definitely settled.

As his father had said, if that was the case, he would have died of distress.

Fortunately, Miao Miao listened to the persuasion, which made him breathe a sigh of relief, how dare he stay, and immediately walked to the most remote direction of the village without looking back......

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An hour later.

Zhao's mother, who was lying on her bed, woke up slowly, the dull pain in her neck made her frown slightly, and her mind automatically projected what happened before she fainted, and she suddenly sat up with an ugly face.

"Zhao, Zheng!"

With an angry roar, Mother Zhao's eyes flashed with hatred, she never thought that her husband would treat her like that for Xue Miaomiao's vixen.

"Awake?"

Hearing the voice, Zhao Zheng, who was busy with his work, pushed the door in, looked at Zhao's mother's hateful eyes, raised his sword eyebrows, calmly walked to the bedside, looked at Zhao's mother condescendingly, and preemptively reprimanded: "Do you know what's wrong?" Why are you so impulsive today? ”

"Zhao Zheng, what do you mean by that?"

As soon as she heard this, Zhao's mother couldn't stand it and shouted, her eyes turned red uncontrollably, and she glared at Zhao Zheng indignantly: "Rou'er was run away by that fox spirit, if you don't seek justice for her, forget it, even blame me?" In vain, you are the head of a village, and you are ridden to the head by a vixen, aren't you angry? ”

Her Rou'er, why can't she bear to leave her father and mother and run away from home?

"Does anger solve the problem?"

was questioned by his wife, Zhao Zheng's face sank, and he asked angrily: "Do you still think she is the Xue Miaomiao who made you round and flatten?" Didn't you see that the new county magistrate had such thoughts about her? Have you thought about it, you hurt her, and she ran to the county magistrate to complain, what kind of disaster will come to our Zhao family? ”

In vain, this woman is usually so shrewd, why is she so confused when it comes to Xue Miaomiao?

Like the daughter she taught, she dragged her feet at a critical moment, and she didn't want to think about how much loss it would bring to their family once he lost the position of village chief.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zheng became angry, and his tone of voice became sharper: "Look at the good daughter you taught, she ran away from home after causing a big disaster to the family, leaving a mess for me to clean up, what about you, half a pound and eight taels with her, don't think about the family and me at all, don't forget, you are not only Zhao Rou's daughter, Ming'er is only five years old this year, can you think more about him before you do things?" ”