Liu Jiazhen looked Qin Chai'er up and down, she was wearing a blue-gray cotton jacket, a black scarf wrapped around her head, and gray cotton pants and cotton shoes, and her whole person was bloated.

If you don't show that face, you really think it's the mother of a child in the village.

Liu Jiazhen stepped on the five-centimeter-high shoes on his feet and came here: "If you hadn't sat with Zhongkai, I would have thought you were an aunt in the village." ”

Qin Chai'er squinted at Fang Zhongkai and didn't speak. Originally, she had already changed into the clothes she wore to go out, but she was forced by Fang Zhongkai to change into such a dress that she wore to do rough work in the field on weekdays.

What is hateful is that he couldn't wear any of the old cotton clothes of Fang Zhongkai's family last year, either the sleeves were short, or the ankles were missing, and he was wearing new clothes that he bought in Dongpu later.

Sitting next to her is really not a gang.

Fang Zhongkai knew that she was angry, so he leaned over and held her cheek: "My daughter-in-law is naturally beautiful, she looks good no matter how she dresses, how can she look like an aunt, at most like one, like a sweet potato." ”

Qin Chai broke his hand angrily: "Please stay away from my sweet potato!" ”

She was angry, her big eyes were round, her little face was flushed, and Fang Zhongkai, who was watching, couldn't help but want to lean over and kiss her. He smiled and came over next to him: "No, it's not like a sweet potato, it's like a radish." ”

The more he talked, the more he didn't have a score, and Qin Chai'er didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Fang Zhongkai knew that she was fighting for Liu Jiazhen's words, and turned to chat with Zhao Xiuhong on the side: "Aunt Xiuhong, isn't it profitable for my family to chase such a big peanut field?" Why is she dressed like this? ”

Zhao Xiuhong, who was suddenly questioned, was stunned, and felt that Fang Zhongkai seemed to be doing it on purpose, she smiled and said, "How can you not make money, thousands of dollars are stored in the bank." I helped her pull peanuts, I don't know, one of you thinks that you have a lot of scenery in college, and when you graduate in the future, you will probably have to work for Chase.

A woman on the side also helped: "She dressed like this, which means that you have a good daughter-in-law, and it is good to dress low-key when you get married, and you don't need to attract bees and butterflies, why are you dressed so fancy." ”

Fang Zhongkai was very satisfied with their answers, and turned around and poked Qin Chai'er's little face: "Did you hear that, you don't need to attract bees and butterflies, why are you wearing such fancy clothes, radish." ”

Qin Chai'er listened to Zhao Xiuhong's words, and just felt a little more comfortable in his heart, and when he heard the word radish again, his anger came up again: "Fang Zhongkai, you call me radish again, don't follow me when you get to the town in a while." ”

"Okay, sweet potato." Fang Zhongkai is still not afraid of death.

Qin Chai'er ignored him, and this man was naïve, which made people speechless.

Liu Jiazhen stood aside, his frozen stiff hands clutching the iron guardrail, his teeth clicking, half angry, half frozen. Thinking of the letters he wrote to Fang Zhongkai at school, but he didn't get a single response from him, his eyes straightened with anger.

After a long time, she didn't believe that Qin Chai'er could always rely on that face to eat.

When the tractor arrived in the town, the people in the car came down one after another, Fang Zhongkai got down first, reached out to pick up Qin Chai'er, she turned a blind eye and jumped down by herself.

"Wow, what a flexible sweet potato."

Qin Chai'er saw that he was addicted, and stood there looking at him with a straight face: "You and Zhengcai and Liu Fenyong are obviously a year, why is there no one Liu Fenyong who is mature." ”

More than half a year has passed, and Fang Zhongkai still blew up at the mention of Liu Fenyong: "Liu Fenyong, why is he mature, where is his maturity!" ”