Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

"Hello, aunt, I haven't had time to come over to see you. Are you okay?"

Cheng Yuanzheng took the initiative to shake hands with Li Yuemei and smiled cordially.

Li Yuemei stiffened and quickly regained her composure. She held Cheng Yuanzheng's calloused hand and shook it, but the callus was in the wrong position.

"Yang Yi is in the navy. You and he met during joint exercises? Good boy, why are you still thinking about him? Come and sit at home."

The old lady understands people, and this reminder came just in time.

Cheng Yuanzheng raised his eyebrows and glanced at Su Haitang subconsciously.

Su Haitang smiled innocently at him.

When she went to the canteen of the woolen mill to get food, she learned a little bit about the Yang family from the employees, and subconsciously thought that Yang Yi also joined the army.

It wasn't until she saw Yang Qihang that she suddenly realized that a father who would give his son such a name would be more likely to become a sailor.

But her words had already been spoken, and it would be inappropriate to change her words. Going back on her word would appear to be a lack of sincerity, which would arouse Qin Shuang and the others' resentment, so they could only make mistakes and avoid talking to Yang Yi.

She didn't mean to hide it from Cheng Yuanzheng. She wasn't sure it was one thing, but she didn't have enough time to explain clearly that it was another thing. Cheng Yuanzheng wouldn't be so petty as to anger her, would he?

But the strangest thing is Li Yuemei's attitude. Why does the old lady's words sound like she's trying to give them a hint and help them cover up their lies?

Su Haitang hugged the little fox and laughed heartily, saying "Watch Yang Qihang do his homework" and ran away.

"She's still like a child who hasn't grown up."

Cheng Yuanzheng looked at her running back and calmly helped the old lady back to the house.

He has always been thick-skinned, and being embarrassed is nothing.

"Children of the poor have become parents early. Only when someone protects them can they remain children. Your sister?" Li Yuemei acted like an elder welcoming her son's friends to visit, and she was very good at talking to her.

"Well, she's my sister."

Cheng Yuanzheng did not deny it, with a meaningful smile on his lips.

Brothers, sisters, etc., just listen to them and get affectionate.

"How do you let her out alone? How dangerous."

"There was an accident. I heard the news and rushed to pick her up from out of town. Fortunately, you have aunties to take her in."

It's fun to ask and answer questions.

Seeing that she was about to enter the house, Li Yuemei grabbed Cheng Yuanzheng's hand and asked in a low voice: "Where is the person chasing her?"

Cheng Yuanzheng's smile remained unchanged, his eyes sweeping towards the west room.

"I ran away early, don't worry."

"That's good, that's good." Li Yuemei breathed a sigh of relief. "She was also afraid that the man would be unreasonable and come after him to cause trouble. The three of us tied together are no match for him."

Cheng Yuanzheng firmly shook her hand and promised.

"I'm here, don't worry, I won't cause any trouble to your family."

"Hello, uncle!" Yang Qihang ran out of the west room and looked up at the tall and tall Cheng Yuanzheng with bright eyes.

"Hello." Cheng Yuanzheng reached out to the little boy, fearing that he might ask some embarrassing questions, so he took the initiative to take control of the conversation.

"You are Xiaohang, right? You have grown so big. Uncle brought you a gift to see if you like it."

As he spoke, he took off the pendant from his neck, which was three bullet casings tied with a red string. He took off one of the pendants and handed it to him.

"This is a souvenir from the first time I hit the target. I give it to you. I hope you can always be the first."

"Thank you uncle!"

Yang Qihang happily took the bullet with both hands and looked at the bullet shell with some piety, his affection was beyond words.

"It will bless you."

Cheng Yuanzheng touched the child's big head and sent his sincere blessings.

"Yes!" Yang Qihang nodded heavily, looking up at him with admiration in his eyes.

His father must be such an upright man!

"Uncle, can you hug me?"