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Chapter 22 Who is the father?

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    Who is not afraid of death, especially if he dies so unjustly?

    In the blink of an eye, several people left without saying a word.  Others cursed and left.

    Seeing the lively wedding break up unhappy, the bride Fu Lanju felt uncomfortable. She pointed at Fu Lanxiang with red eyes and said: "Don't you want to see me live a good life? If you don't come, I  At least I can have a peaceful wedding."

    Fu Lanxiang sighed and said: "You are the only one who thinks this wedding is very good. There are only four dishes in total and there are only so many people. The Wang family doesn't take you seriously at all. You are the only one who thinks they are stupid.  My family is nice and I don¡¯t have anyone to marry me yet. You are really shameless when you dislike me as the only guest from my mother¡¯s family. From now on, you can just live a life of being bullied in this Wang family.¡±

    Zhao Muchen glared and subconsciously looked in the direction of Fu Lanxiang. In fact, he couldn't see it at all, but he twitched the corner of his mouth.  This daughter-in-law of mine is so bad. She is causing trouble and making it difficult for these two people to live a good life.

    Originally, the two of them were not willing to be together. Any man who wants to be a cuckold will have no choice.  The reason why I married this woman was just to act as a hooligan, and what¡¯s more, I didn¡¯t want her to be free of charge.  As for the other one, according to her daughter-in-law, she is looking for a successor, and she probably doesn't care who it is.

    Today, his daughter-in-law stirred up trouble again. Zhao Muchen dared to eat his woman's tofu again if they waited for them to leave.

    "There's no need for you to pretend to be kind." Fu Lanju said.

    "Then let's go." After saying that, he pulled Zhao Muchen, and the two couples went home together.

    When she got home, Fu Lanxiang let go of Zhao Muchen. Anyway, she was familiar with the environment at home.  She walked to the kitchen and lit a fire and said, "We didn't eat anything just now. I'll just make some high-grain rice. Do you like it?"

    "Yeah." I feel very happy to be able to ask his opinion. I want to stay tonight and hold my wife in my arms.  After all, I've encountered it before, and I can't control my heart.

    But the wife didn¡¯t seem to have calmed down yet, so he decided to coax her.  I started by helping my daughter-in-law light the fire, so Fen walked out gropingly and said, "I'll help you light the fire."

    "You can't see or control the heat, so you're afraid the rice will get mushy. Just let me do it." Fu Lanxiang quickly sent his boss to the house, and then he was busy outside for a while, preparing high-grain rice and steaming it.  A pot of chicken cakes, cut into some pickles and placed on the table.

    Zhao Muchen clenched his hand and said, "Do you think I'm useless?"

    When Fu Lanxiang heard this, not only did she have to be a wife but also a mother of her children, did she even have to do psychological counseling part-time?

    Life is tiring.

    She smiled and said, "No."

    The voice was very perfunctory, completely different from when she said she was living with him before.

    Zhao Muchen frowned, but he didn't know how to deal with it.

    Fu Lanxiang quickly served him rice and a lot of chicken cakes, and then sat down to eat by herself.

    I feel more and more that she is treating me as a disabled person. It is very good and touching, but I am not happy.

    After eating in silence, Fu Lanxiang said, "You made the little stool."

    When Zhao Muchen heard it, he immediately responded happily: "Yes."

    "Don't do it again, you may hurt your eyes or hurt your hands."

    "Hmm." I don't know if it's suitable?

    Zhao Muchen's heart was like a rocket. He had just soared up happily, but now he failed to lift off and fell into a puddle of mud.

    Fu Lanxiang didn't say much to him. After cleaning up the house, she went to dig wild vegetables. When she came back, it was already dark, and she was making dinner again. During the process, she had almost no communication with Zhao Muchen.

    Finally, when she went to bed at night, she found that Zhao Muchen washed himself in a formal manner, and then entered the house wearing a vest and large trousers.

    It¡¯s rare to see this man covering himself so little, but it¡¯s so hot that he should wear less clothes.

    The two of them lay down, and Fu Lanxiang said, "Is it okay if I lie down and write something, and blow the lamp for a while?"

    "Well, I can't see it anyway."

    What Zhao Muchen was thinking was that it is said that beauty will become more beautiful when looked at under the lamp.  Fu Lanxiang is pretty. If she hadn't been blind, she would have looked at her more.

    He didn¡¯t know what she was writing, so he turned around and faced her direction. He didn¡¯t know whether it was because of his thoughts or something wrong with his eyes, but he seemed to feel a red light shining in front of his eyes.

    Speaking of which, his eyes have changed since he was beaten that day.Sometimes there will suddenly be a sense of light. Isn't it an illusion?

    He stretched out his hand and explored it, trying to see if the light in front of him was light.

    "Ah, be careful of burning your hands. Do you want some water? I'll help you." A small hand held his big hand down, and soon handed over a jar of warm water.

    Zhao Muchen was pleasantly surprised, feeling that his eyes might actually see light.

    But he didn¡¯t dare to say this because his wife had mentioned before that she would get a divorce if his eyes recovered.

    "By the way, Zhao Muchen, I heard that there is an old doctor who moved to the town who is very good. I plan to take you to have a look and adjust it when I have time one day. Maybe your eyes will get better." Fu Lanxiang almost finished what he wrote.  Zhao Muchen discussed it, and she hoped that he would get better soon. It was best to walk freely and freely like this when she didn't know she was pregnant with the child, so that he wouldn't have to say no to divorce for the sake of the child.

    Yes, this man can spend his whole life with her for the sake of her children.  But Fu Lanxiang didn't think this was repaying a favor, but taking revenge.

    Since you don¡¯t love her, why bother with it? Wouldn¡¯t it be better to find a woman you like and get married?

    ¡°It would be very frustrating to spend your whole life with someone you don¡¯t love.

    "unnecessary."

    "Why is it not necessary? Anyway, if you have time tomorrow, you and I will go to the next town to see a doctor in the morning, and then come back and go to the shack in the mountains. If you don't want to go, I will ask my second uncle to take you there."

    "" She still had someone to support her, but she thought that Uncle Zhao might really take him to see a doctor if he knew it. After all, he also hoped that his eyes would get better.

    If it was before, he would have hoped that his eyes would be better.  But it feels a bit unpleasant to think that if your wife has good eyesight, she will get divorced.

    "It's a pity that the other party didn't speak any more, turned out the light and went to sleep.

    The next day, before the two of them got up, someone knocked on the door, saying that Fu Lanju was bleeding and wanted to be taken to the hospital, and asked them to go with her.

    Boss Fu Lanxiang was unwilling to follow, but wanted to check Zhao Muchen's eyes by the way, so he went together.

    Fu Lanju was lying on a donkey cart with a pale face. The newly married man sitting beside her was looking very ugly.  And his aunt also followed, looking at Fu Lanxiang one after another, and finally seemed to be unable to bear it and said: "Tell me, who is the father of this child?"

    Fu Lanxiang was surprised and said: "What child?"

    "If you don't have a child you can you can see the bride on your wedding night. You, a sister, don't know what's going on?" Wang Dalan's aunt was leaning towards her nephew, but it seemed that it was because of them.  If you can¡¯t ask over there, ask yourself.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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