The morning dawns and the moon sets and the sun rises.

Green smoke rises from every household in Hedong Village, and the day of ordinary people's homes begins with the sound of roosters.

Zhao Ling woke up from his sleep, looked at the room with wide eyes, and only felt soaked in sweat, like a nightmare.

Before she could react, Zhao Xiaohe walked in from outside the door, put a bowl of porridge on the side of the bed, and said, "Sister-in-law, are you awake?" ”

Zhao Ling turned his head, his gaze stopped on Zhao Xiaohe for a moment, and then he sat up with his sore body.

"What's wrong with me?"

Her voice was astringent and hoarse, as if she had a serious illness.

Even the cheeks, which had regained their rosiness in the past few days, suddenly turned pale.

Zhao Xiaohe changed his past, and he must say a few cool words. But now, the two are partners, Zhao Ling looks sick again, Zhao Xiaohe is soft-hearted, and he hasn't said anything ugly.

She sat down next to Zhao Ling, and her tone was a little dry and cold: "I don't know, I came back yesterday and saw you lying in the house, and I couldn't wake you up no matter how I screamed." ”

Zhao Ling half-leaned on the head of the bed, and thought about it silently for a moment, before remembering that he seemed to be testing the system in the end.

I don't know if she touched the other party's bottom line, or if she really guessed the truth, the system shocked her in anger, and she fainted without resisting.

The pain is still very painful, but Zhao Ling has no regrets.

Either way, just find some flaws in the system.

She can't really be at the mercy of the other party for the rest of her life.

After thinking about it, Zhao Ling first picked up the porridge and drank it, and then asked Zhao Xiaohe: "Are you okay?" ”

Zhao Xiaohe didn't react, and asked rhetorically, "What can I do?" ”

Zhao Ling said "oh": "It's okay." ”

She remembered that Zhao Xiaohe was in a hurry when she went out yesterday, and now her expression is calm, and probably nothing happened to Ling Yehan.

It's good that everything is calm.

After a moment of relief on the bed, Zhao Xiaohe had already gone out to do things, and Zhao Ling also got out of bed.

Her body was sticky with sweat stains, her hair was still scattered, and she looked decadent and sluggish.

Zhao Ling went out, carried a bucket of hot water into the house, and was about to close the door to take a bath when Xiaohua ran out of the house next door.

"Mother, are you okay?"

Zhao Ling looked at her and said with a smile: "It's okay." ”

Xiaohua held her head high, her big eyes full of worry, "Sister Xiaohe said you were sick." ”

"Yes, I was sick last night, but it's good to get some sleep." Zhao Ling urged her, "Huahua is good, go out first, and my mother will take a bath." ”

Xiaohua squeezed in through the crack in the door, grabbed Zhao Ling's hand and said, "Mother, Huahua also needs to be washed." ”

Zhao Ling: "......"

She hesitated for a while, thinking that the child hadn't taken a bath for a few days, so she might as well take it with her.

There was a large bathtub in the house, and the two of them sat in it.

Xiaohua tied her braids again today, looking cute and cute. Zhao Ling knew that it was Qi Shuzha, and the more he looked at it, the more jealous he became, so he simply demolished it all in the name of taking a bath.

The warm water soaked the skin of the two, and the little girl hugged Zhao Ling's arm, well-behaved like a New Year's doll.

From the dirty snot girl at the beginning, to the white and tender little ball now, Zhao Ling looked at her, and the more she looked at her, the more she liked it.

Xiaohua's head was next to Zhao Ling's shoulder, and after hearing Zhao Ling say that she liked herself, she changed the topic and asked with her milk: "Mother, Daddy is also good-looking, do you like Daddy?" ”

Zhao Ling was categorical: "I don't like it." ”

"Why?" Xiaohua's eyes were full of doubts, she turned her head to look at Zhao Ling, pouted and said, "Daddy is very good, braids for Huahua." ”

Zhao Ling laughed, pinched the soft flesh behind the neck of the little milk baby, and said: "He braids you and doesn't tie your mother, why does your mother like him?" ”

Xiaohua's face instantly drooped, as if she was a little depressed, but she didn't know what she was thinking.

Zhao Ling didn't rub anymore, and after washing her white, he finished scrubbing himself and got up.

Before I could get dressed, the live broadcast room above my head was opened again.

[Squatting, I'm the first]

[What a mosaic? 】

[Oh, Zhao Ningning is taking a bath]

[Laughing to death, returning the mosaic, who looks at her fat body? ] 】

[In all fairness, Zhao Ningning looks good and has a good figure]

[Okay friends, don't crook the building, what do you think about the collapse of the live broadcast room again]

[What else can you think?] Wait for the notice issued by the Administration]

[That's it, it's just an entertainment live broadcast, and the Authority won't put all its thoughts on it for so many things]

[The live broadcast system is easy to bug, and it is normal to hack it from time to time]

[No, the core of our discussion is Zhao Ningning, right? ] Don't look away]

[Shhh

[Remember to transfer positions, friends]

Zhao Ling got dressed, didn't dry his hair, and walked out with Xiaohua.

She went to pour water, and Xiaohua went to Qi Shu with her wet hair.

As soon as Zhao Ling took the wooden barrel back, he heard Xiaohua begging Qi Shu: "Daddy, you also tie braids for your mother, okay?" ”

Qi Shu was unmoved: "Why do you want to give your mother braids?" ”

Xiaohua sold Zhao Ling very sincerely: "My mother said that you only braided Huahua, not her, she didn't like you." ”

Zhao Ling: "......"

She coughed lightly and shouted by name: "Qi Xiaohua." ”

Seeing that Xiaohua was like a young beast, but Cute Love poked her head out of the house, Zhao Ling warned her with a serious expression: "Don't talk nonsense." ”

After speaking, she couldn't help but say, "Your father is a showman, why did he give you such a vulgar name?" ”

Xiaohua suddenly poked her finger aggrievedly.

Seeing this, Qi Shu walked out of the house, stood at the door and coughed low and dullly twice before lifting his eyelids to look at Zhao Ling.

It was a peach-blossom eye with a lot of affection, but he looked at people half-down, cold, and undisguised, and almost turned his eyes into knives and poked them.

Zhao Ling was silent for a moment before he said pertinently: "Let's change it, this name is really hard to hear." ”

Qi Shu tugged at his lower lip, as if sarcastic and mocking. Although he spoke calmly, he spit out the words, and his soft voice changed tone, with a sense of judgment.

He said, "You gave it this name." ”

Zhao Ling: "?? ”

She quickly searched the memories in her mind, and really found out the past of Zhao Ningning's name.

After giving birth to the child, she learned that it was a girl, she turned her head impatiently and said, "What is the difference between the little girl who doesn't have a handle and the flowers and plants in this mountain?" It's very lowly. ”

Since then, she doesn't care what others call her, she calls this girl Xiaohua every day.

After calling for a long time, the name is just defaulted.

After Zhao Ling finished recalling, he looked at Qi Shu again, and his voice turned a corner: "It's still okay to be a nickname......

Anyway, it wasn't her, and she didn't have a weak heart.

Qi Shu didn't seem to bother to say anything more to her, retracted his gaze, and looked indifferently into the distance.

Zhao Ling beckoned to Xiaohua, and after calling the child over, he said, "Is it okay for my mother to give you a new name?" ”

Xiaohua tilted her head and asked curiously, "Why?" ”

"Because my mother is knowledgeable." Zhao Ling cleared his throat and made himself look much more serious, "How about calling Qionghua?" The nickname is also called Huahua. ”