Chapter 8：

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The biological clock made Song Qinghan wake up, with a splitting headache, a sore throat (dry gan), and a wound in the waist and abdomen that still hurt, but it was much more comfortable than it was before last night (sleeping Shui). Feeling chilly.

As soon as he turned his head, the tip of his nose had rushed over a strange and somewhat familiar unknown fragrance, and he had also seen a round head next to his shoulder.

The two were not really next to each other, but they were very close together.

The girl curled up (shen) body, covered with a thin quilt like sleeping (shui).

From Song Qinghan's point of view, she could just see her frowning frown, and there was still some tiredness (color) between her eyes, as if she didn't (sleep Shui).

The heat on his face rose rapidly, Song Qinghan pursed his lips, recalling the sound that had been ringing in his ears in the dizzy last night, and his heart couldn't help but feel warm, and the lip corner (gougou) had a satisfied smile, couldn't help it. Look twice, look again...

After watching for a while, he reluctantly turned his head back, closed his eyes, pretended (sleeping Shui) that he didn't intend to wake her up.

But at this moment, Su Jiao, who was enough to sleep for a night, woke up.

She sat up directly and found out that it was already dawn.

Su Jiao looked at the man around him and reached out (touched Mo) his forehead.

cold.

Then he untied his clothes and looked at the wound on the waist and abdomen, but unfortunately, her eyesight could not know what had happened to the injury, because last night she exchanged the potion from the space, and Song Qinghan herself The same color (color) is used, but the effect... It is said that it is completely different!

"Shouldn't you have a fever?" Su Jiao murmured, her eyelids were surplus.

She remembered the matter all night, and it was not good (sleep Shui), but with the systemic medicine, she didn't have to go to the hospital as long as she had a fever.

As soon as the matchmaker system was about to speak, I saw that the host was already (sleeping Shui), and closed his eyes silently, smirking smugly: the products produced by the system are naturally excellent!

It's just this kind of snicker, and when he sees the man on the other side (bed chuang) gently leaning his head and looking at the past, the soft eyes become a silent laugh--

The host is awesome!

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When I woke up again, the sun had come out, and a trace of heat spread from the outside.

Su Jiao Jiao rubbed her eyes and yawned to sit up, she actually didn't want to remember, but... she was hungry!

"Jiao Jiao--" Sun Fang's loud voice sounded.

Su Jiao quickly ran out quickly, opened the courtyard door, and shouted clearly: "Mom, you are here!"

Sun Fang looked at her daughter who ran over and smiled, but her gaze paused in the green and black area under the eyelid on her white and tender face, and she snorted someone uncomfortably. Dao: "My mother is hungry or hungry, you know you were tired yesterday, and you certainly won't cook, so let your sister-in-law give you the following. Move, eat this with eggs, and give him without eggs."

"Mom, you're so nice!" Su Jiaojia was so moved that she took over the bowl with both hands and said, "Mom, you sit, there are eggs here, take two for you, don't send anything over next time, I'm hungry Just go back and eat it yourself, it’s the same."

What she said was so natural that she didn't feel like she was married at all, so she shouldn't trouble her family anymore.

But Sun Fang listened comfortably, smiling, and the folds on his face were piled up, and he didn’t want her daughter’s things: “You’ll keep the eggs for yourself, don’t lose yourself, there’s still life on the ground, I’ll go first. ."

After waiting for Su Jiao to stop, he ran away.

Su Jiao Jiao brought a bowl of noodles into the hall with a bright smile and a very good mood, shouted to the people in the room: "Song Qinghan, got up and eat."

"Okay." The people inside immediately responded, and the reaction was sober, but it was not like (Shui) waking up.

Su Jiao Jiao scratched his head strangely, then went to wash, and helped Song Qinghan to fetch water, let him move less.

But... she secretly took a look at the man who had finished brushing her teeth and was wiping her face. The handsome face became more beautiful in the bright sunshine. The lips lacking blood (color) were pale and pale, as if she had noticed her sneaking. Looking at it with some doubt, the corners of the lips curled up in a weak arc.

I always feel that this man is like-from the time she owed Song Qinghan five million, now it has become a million feeling.

Su Jiao shook his head, shook his strange feelings, clipped the eggs into another bowl, and sent them to Song Qinghan: "This is yours."

Anyway, he still can buy some food from space, so I am embarrassed to bully him in this regard, especially after seeing his injuries.

Her mother's mouth is also hard-hearted and soft-hearted. Although there are no eggs in this bowl, there are a lot of noodles, soup and vegetables.

Song Qinghan moved a step slower. He burned all night yesterday. In fact, his head was a little dizzy, and his body was sore, plus the discomfort of the body, the action seemed to become 0.5 times faster.

Just waiting for him to sit at the table, his eyes stunned when he saw the bowl being pushed down in front of him.

The noodles on the noodles were still shiny, and his eyes were sore.

It was the first time someone had treated him like this after five years old.

Song Qinghan took a deep breath, depressing her tumbling emotions, picked up the chopsticks and clipped the poached egg over: "This is yours."

"No!" Su Jiaojia hurriedly avoided it by holding the bowl: "You eat it yourself, make up more."

"...Okay." Song Qinghan pursed her lips, nodded vigorously, and then swallowed the noodles.

Sujiao is also very hungry, eating seriously with a bowl.

Suddenly the man sitting in front of her quickly ate a bowl of noodles, raised his head, and looked at her seriously: "Jiaojiao, let's live a good life."

The shrill sound made Su Jiao's ears numb, and for a while he wasn't interested in speaking.

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After eating, Su Jiaojia jumped up in a good mood holding the cleaned (dry gan) bowl and returned to her family. At this point of time, she went to work, and no one, no need to be teased by those people with weird eyes .

She opened the door and was greeted by three radish heads, holding her leg and rubbing it: "Aunt, will you come back and live?"

"Auntie, come back!"

"Aunt!"

One can say less than one, but the clear eyes are the same.

Su Jiao Jiao smiled (touch Mo) (touch Mo) their heads: "Aunt will live there over there, if you want an aunt, come over and find me."

"Okay." Dabao nodded disappointedly, and took her bowl to the kitchen.

The adults all went to work, and Dabao took two younger brothers at home. This was the case in rural villages. At first, Sujiaojia was not at ease. After a few days, it was calm to see them safe.

So she gave the bowl and she went back.

Only when I got to the door of my new house, I heard a shrill voice inside shouting: "Yo, did you say that there is nothing good? Actually buying noodles? You must have hidden the money!"

Then came the particularly indifferent voice of the man: "No money."

The man seemed to be irritated by him like this, and his voice was suddenly raised several octaves, "still said there is no money?! Do you think the old lady will believe it? Don't give it? Then I will find it myself..."

Su Jiao Jiao was shocked by this voice, and did not dare to go in immediately.

At this time, the familiar Mengwa sound starts: [Trigger new task! Task 6, a harmonious new family, there can be no such excellent people, please help her husband drive away the Song family, reward: one pound (meat rou) ticket, two packets of Feiwang spicy strips]

Su Jiao's eyes lit up, his sleeves clenched his fists, and he said aggressively, "Please watch my performance next!"

The matchmaker system threw flowers in her mind happily: [Host refueling! 】

...

Song Qinghan is not in good health now. He usually lies down without standing, so he leans on the recliner in the living room, holding a book in his hand and reading.

He estimated (Mo) to wait for Su Jiao to come back later, and then took her to the Song family, he had to recognize himself.

He was already disappointed with the Song family, but he really didn't go. It wasn't just him who was said.

Who would have thought that before they passed, this man came, and brought his baby son, a pair of his own losses, said that the family's banquet yesterday had so many dishes (meat rou), it must be the money he gave , Forced to ask him for money.

From the day he was injured and rushed out of the Song family, he no longer has any feelings for the Song family, so naturally he will not give it. Who knows that this person wants to take the opportunity (qiang qiang) to grab?

Song Qinghan raised his eyebrows, his eyes were filled with anger.

Is he too kind to this family?

Sujiao Jiao rushed in at this moment, and immediately burst into a drink: "You are stealing something?"

The two people who were rummaging through the kitchen were taken aback. Su Jiao Jiao also saw the appearance of Mother Song. It is estimated that the money sent by Song Qinghan was really well raised in these years. It turned out to be a rare wealth in the village. The plate was slightly rounded, and the body was not enough. (Thin bao) lips were mean, and a pair of hanging triangle eyes were waiting for her.

Look at the seventeen-year-old Song Qingshan who is beside her, who is also slightly fat. It is estimated that (mo) Mo is one head taller than Song Mother, which is half a head taller than Su Jiao, one meter and seven days, the same The hanging triangle eyes of the paragraph are not the same type as the handsome Song Qinghan.

Is this not genetic? Could it be that Song Qinghan specially picked them up for their advantages?

Su Jiao Jiao whispered in his heart.

Mother Song was startled, but she knew her identity by looking at this girl. She was not afraid. After all, she occupied the position of her elders. She akimboed her head, stared at her small eyes, and pointed and scolded at her nose:

"What's the matter? I'm your mother-in-law, what happened to take some food? Song Qinghan was raised by me. As a new wife, you were lazy early in the morning and didn't know to go to the house to recognize yourself?!"

Behind Mother Song, Song Qingshan smiled disdainfully and continued rummaging in the kitchen.

Su Jiao Jia looked upset, and the string representing reason in his mind was "snapped" and broke!

There is no need to be polite to this person with no skin or face!

She rushed straight in, pushing away the mother Song who was blocking the door of the kitchen like a cannonball. She took a knife and a kitchen knife and waved twice, saying, "Get out!"

"Ouch—" Mother Song pushed her back straight, and she took two steps back. Song Qingshan was even unprepared. She was also a person who was not at all on her own. She fell directly to the ground with a soft leg.

As soon as they looked up, the two saw the little girl's face waving arrogantly with a kitchen knife, and suddenly the small eyes were stared into bronze bells, and cold sweat exploded like an explosion, and the thin clothes on the blink of an eye Soaked.

"What do you want (gan)!" Song Qingshan roared angrily, but kicked her legs back honestly, and hit the wall directly, and then stopped. If it hurts you, you have to wait and pay the medical expenses!"

Mother Song was always angry and cursed: "You are a little boy, but I am your mother-in-law. Believe it or not, I called the boss to rest you? Put the knife down for me!"

Suddenly, Su Jiao Jiao hit Song Qingshan's foot with a bang, and wiped his leg to cut it. The cold weapon pierced the leg, and two screams sounded at the same time. Song Qingshan felt that The legs seemed to be numb, eyes dull, and the face (color) twisted and shouted, there was no way to make a sound!

Seeing that they were so quick to counsel, Su Jiao laughed aloud, and there was a bit more fierceness on the well-behaved face: "You go and call! I think you have a life call? If you hit it, you will see blood!"

As she said, she held up her kitchen knife and made a comeback.

Mother Song and Song Qingshan's eyes were once again congested, and without a word, they ran out of the kitchen with a crawl, and stared at the door of the house with a cold look. Song Qinghan sang well and said: "Boss , What daughter-in-law did you marry? That's how it was for your mother? Are you willing to kill the old lady and your younger brother—"