Changqing was happy to agree, and he also prayed in his heart that these vegetables were really grown by Mrs. Chu's family, and the shopkeeper would reward him with money, plus what he had saved in the past few years, he bought a small yard in the county, marry a daughter-in-law.
In Changqing's view, Mrs. Chu is his god of good fortune. Thinking of this, Changqing didn't care whether the building was busy or not, so he turned his head and ran outside. He was going to Luoji shop to buy a dim sum, which was comparable to that of Chef Chen. The workmanship is much better.
"This kid, he ran away as soon as he said, and his wages should be deducted." Chen Feng looked at Chang Qing who had run away without a trace, and muttered.
At this time, Ms. Chu, who is regarded as a god of good fortune, was holding a machete in embarrassment, looking at Huang Shuhai in the room who was only wearing a pair of moon white satin underwear.
And Huang Shuhai, who was just about to get dressed, also stared at Chu Rong with a dazed expression. To be precise, he should be staring at the machete in her hand, not understanding what his wife was going to do.
He just scratched his clothes and wanted to change them, so why did he provoke her to use the knife?
Huang Shuhai didn't know why, but he was secretly surprised when his vigilance dropped to such a degree.
He naturally knew that Chu Rong had no internal strength and was an ordinary woman, but he failed to notice her footsteps?
Huang Shuhai's eyes darkened, and then the corners of his mouth slightly turned up. Perhaps this is the difference between being at home and being outside.
"Why change clothes in broad daylight?"
"What do you want to do with the knife?"
The two spoke at the same time, and after hearing each other's question, one looked down at the clothes in his hand, and the other tilted his head to look at the knife he was still holding, with unnatural expressions on their faces in unison.
Chu Rong put the knife on the table with a slap, and coughed twice to cover up her embarrassment. What could she say? Could it be that the knife was brought in by a hair-chopper?
Huang Shuhai froze, quickly put on his clothes, and said expressionlessly, "The clothes are scratched."
When Chu Rong heard this, she looked on the bed, and there was a long cut on the black blouse that was lying there.
"That I thought it was a thief, so I rushed in with a knife." Chu Rong touched her nose and said in embarrassment. I thought to myself, since others have given an explanation, of course I have to explain it myself.
"Rush in to fight the thief?" Huang Shuhai stopped putting on his belt, looked up at Chu Rong and asked.
Chu Rong nodded, and muttered, "All the belongings are in this room, how can a thief steal them away."
Huang Shuhai's face turned cold, and an unknown fire rose in his heart, and his half-closed eyes carried a somewhat dangerous signal.
Chu Rong felt cold all over her body, and shivered subconsciously, thinking that Shoujiang's daughter-in-law should prepare winter clothes, because it's so cold in the house.
Rubbing her arms, she inadvertently met Huang Shuhai's eyes. Chu Rong stood up abruptly, subconsciously took two steps back, resisted the urge to take the knife, and said in a trembling voice, "Youwhat are you going to do? I ,"
"If a thief really comes in, do you think you can deal with that thief? Just rely on the machete in your hand?" Huang Shuhai stepped forward, grabbed Chu Rong's arm to prevent her from going back, and questioned step by step. .
Chu Rong was stunned for a moment, and realized that she seemed to be despised. But a little thief.
With a chill on her pretty face, Chu Rong twisted her arms and used her cleverness to break free from Huang Shuhai's grasp. Then she put on a posture and rushed over with a soft scold.
The two fought back and forth for a while, and Huang Shuhai also changed from being frightened and angry at the beginning to being shocked. His wife has no internal energy, but the moves are novel, but the strength is too weak, like a show.
Chu Rong felt like crying, and she was as tired as a dead dog. Looking at him again, her face was not red and she was not out of breath. It seemed that even a few hundred more rounds would be easy and simple.
"Stop, no more beating, no more beating." Chu Rong sat down on the chair with a mournful face, waving her hands and pouring water, her face was flushed, and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
Huang Shuhai lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice, "The thieves who can enter the house to steal things are all good. Have you thought about the consequences of your rushing in? If something really happens, what will Jun'er and Jin'er do?"
Chu Rong was taken aback when she heard the words, the sweat on her face dripped down her cheeks and onto her legs without wiping it off. Thinking of Huang Shuhai's questioning, Chu Rong suddenly felt scared.
There must be a lot of people who know kung fu in this era. A thief who breaks into a house can be regarded as a snitch, right? With my three-legged kung fu, won't he be killed by then?
Chu Rong trembled, lowered her head in shame and did not speak, and secretly annoyed at his impulse.
"Don't do this again in the future, you can earn money when you run out of money." Huang Shuhai sighed as he looked at Chu Rong who was like frost beating an eggplant.
Chu Rong nodded. Huang Shuhai was doing it for her own good. It was because she made a mistake. If she made a mistake, she would correct it as soon as she realized it. She still understood. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com