Widow Zhao laughed happily, turned her head to Xiao Rui and said, "I can tell you, you can't bully our An Lan, she is a good child." ”

Xiao Rui looked at An Lan with a firm gaze, and said after a long time: "No, with me, I won't let her receive any grievances." ”

An Lan's face was slightly red, because of his husband's firmness, the smile on his face became bigger and bigger.

"Okay, okay, with your words, I'm relieved." Widow Zhao nodded with relief on her face.

"Uncle Zhao, don't worry, only I bully my husband, where will he bully me."

An Lan looked up and said to Widow Zhao with a smile, and then glanced at Xiao Rui.

"I think so, Uncle Zhao is really worrying about you in vain, Xiao Rui is good to you, everyone in our village knows it, and many people regret not getting Xiao Rui."

Widow Zhao smiled, looked around, and then said to An Lan.

"You, it's good to have a husband who spoils you so much." Widow Zhao said.

"yes, it's a good fate, okay, even I almost wonder if this is a dream." An Lan smiled sweetly.

She must have saved the world in her last life, otherwise she wouldn't have met such a good man after she was reborn! is her husband, this can be said to be a burst of luck.

Xiao Rui stood to the side, the corners of his mouth raised, and his eyes kept looking at An Lan, with a feeling that he was going to rub her into his eyes.

After resting for a while and seeing that An Lan was fine, Xiao Rui went back to the field to continue hoeing, and Widow Zhao also went to help.

But neither of them let An Lan go to the ground, but just let her cool in the shade of the tree.

An Lan couldn't help the persistence of the two, so he stole half a day of leisure, and on more than nine days, sitting in the shade of the trees, the breeze was blowing, and the birds and insects were chirping on the trees, which was a rare comfort.

Probably too tired, An Lan suddenly fell asleep again while sitting, and slowly closed his eyes to recuperate.

At this time, Xiao Chunhua, who had been squatting in the dark for a long time, saw Zhao Anlan leaning against the tree with her eyes closed, grabbed a wooden stick that had been prepared in advance, rushed to An Lan with an arrow step, and was about to hit her head.

Zhao Anlan, who has served in the special forces for ten years, is very sensitive to sound.

So when Xiao Chunhua ran to her, An Lan also woke up, but the other party was too close, and An Lan could only stretch out his arm to block the wooden stick that hit her head.

"Hmm......" An Lan screamed sullenly.

"Oh my God." When Widow Zhao heard this, she was also startled when she saw Xiao Chunhua beating An Lan with a stick.

Xiao Rui threw down his work and came to An Lan's side as quickly as possible.

Just when Xiao Chunhua was about to beat An Lan again, the wooden stick had already been snatched by An Lan, and seeing that the situation was not right, Xiao Chunhua dragged her bulky body and ran away.

Xiao Rui looked at the direction in which Xiao Chunhua left, and the coldness in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Xiao Rui squatted in front of An Lan, distressedly checking the injuries on her hands.

Because An Lan was defenseless, her whole arm was bruised in a large area, Xiao Rui's big hand gently massaged the bruised area, and An Lan, who was in pain, frowned, but seeing that her husband was worried, she couldn't help but let herself call out.

"How could this Xiao Chunhua, who had suffered a thousand cuts, be here?" Widow Zhao ran to Anlan, and they scolded angrily.

"Didn't you hear that she was married? The person who married is quite rich in his family, why did she suddenly appear here. Then Widow Zhao said to herself with some doubts.