Song Tingfan lived in the village for two or three days before leaving. Lin Qiao finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked someone to turn over the yard.

Xingyucun definitely can't go back. She was a woman outside for five years, and she might be said to be like when she goes back.

She was nothing, she would just implicate Li Guifen and the others, although she had already implicated her.

I plan to live here in the future.

It is not all bad to be found by the villain, at least you don’t have to move anymore.

The renovation was completed in almost a day or two. Just as she was about to go back to her room to sleep that night, Song Tingfan came. She didn't care about him. She went to bed when she was time to go to bed.

There was a movement in the kitchen. After a while, Song Tingfan took two buckets of water into the room.

Lin Qiao originally closed her eyes, but with the sound of water, she opened her eyes and touched the erotic scene, and soon closed it again, "..."

Does the villain think he has a good figure?

OK, it's OK.

But it wasn't the reason he took off naked and wiped his body in her room.

"You go out and wash."

Song Tingfan looked at her and stated the facts, "You have seen it."

Lin Qiao: "..."

shameless!

She turned her back to him and couldn't help but say, "If you have a bad figure, don't take off everywhere."

A woman always has thorns in her mouth, but Song Tingfan knew that this was the real her, and she pretended to be smiling every day.

His eyebrows softened a little, and he didn't say anything. After washing, he put on his pants and went to bed.

Naturally, he hugged her in his arms and said quietly and seriously: "What do you want to get married?"

Lin Qiao suddenly remembered the imperial edict and calmly asked him, "Do you think it's interesting?"

Even if two people live with imperial edicts, they will still be the same if they are uneasy.

"You don't have to provoke me. The marriage will definitely come true. Let the children join the Song family's account at that time." Song Tingfan knew that Lin Ling was recorded in Xu Dagui's account and was called Xu Ling.

It is impossible for a woman to let her children go to her own account.

There is no such precedent, nor such examples.

Lin Qiao was too lazy to tell him, and she was not useless if she said anything. Anyway, he wouldn't care about her feelings.

She didn't say anything, Song Tingfan's throat felt a little astringent, and his hand holding her tighter.

Lin Qiao felt so breathless that she was so angry that she hit him with a backlash, and said angrily: "Want to strangle me to death?"

She is now relying on him not daring to touch her. Humph, at least she can't be wronged as she hoped before.

Even if I die in the future, I feel relieved.

Song Tingfan let go of her and held her in his arms, and the two of them didn't say anything anymore.

After a while, Lin Qiao heard the low and even breathing sound next to her. The corners of her mouth twitched. He was sleeping soundly, so why aren't she afraid that she would stab him to death with one knife?

She has no courage and can't do it.

...

At the beginning of the day, the sun was almost over. I don’t know who was stir-frying spicy food in the village. Lin Qiao was choked and she cried at home. She cursed directly next door, “Which house has never eaten spicy food in it? It’s so much fried to go to the grave! I’m choking to death, stir-frying! Sooner or later, stir-frying out the graves of your family.”

Lin Qiao's mouth twitched, and finally couldn't help but smile. She accidentally saw Song Tingfan sitting opposite her, who was dealing with things, and she immediately restrained her smile.

At this time, a knock on the door came from outside the yard, "General Song."

It's a strong voice.

Recently, he and Zhou Fu'an took turns to deliver letters.

Song Tingfan got up and walked out. Lin Qiao looked at the sky outside. Thinking that the child had finished eating the ground, she carried the basket and walked to the yard. When she saw the waxy face of the woman at the door.

She was stunned, a little timid inexplicably, and finally shouted in a low voice: "Mom."

Seeing her daughter standing in front of her, Li Guifen's tears couldn't be kept falling. She rushed up and slapped her, "I don't have your daughter!"

Lin Qiao didn't know what was wrong with her face. She felt a little aggrieved, a little uncomfortable, and a little self-blame. All kinds of emotions were mixed together, and tears couldn't help falling.

"Guifen! Why are you beating your daughter?" Lin Han rushed in quickly and protected Lin Qiao.

Seeing her daughter crying, why didn’t Li Guifen feel sorry for her, but she was not soft-hearted at all. "I don’t know if she doesn’t wake her up! Let’s see how many years her daughter has been running away!"

Song Tingfan blocked Lin Qiao with a ugly face. Song Qinshi walked in with Gao Qiang's support and persuaded anxiously: "Gui Fen, don't do it."

"Aunt, don't worry about this. I'm going to wake her up today. It's just a good life..." Li Guifen saw her daughter lowering her head and wiping her tears. She suddenly couldn't say anything, so she turned her head and refused to look at her.

Lin Qiao's emotions collapsed for a while and then calmed down. She raised her hand to wipe her tears, "Grand, father and mother, you can go into the house and sit down." After that, she went to the kitchen to boil water for them.

Li Guifen followed her with a gaze, but in the end she couldn't help but chased her. She watched her scooping water. She stepped forward and hugged her, "Daughter, are you okay?" She choked up before she finished speaking.

Lin Qiao's nose suddenly felt sore, and she held back her tears, "Okay, life is good."

"You lied to others, you've lost weight and didn't even have a hairpin on your head." When Li Guifen thought of the hardship she suffered outside for several years, her heart was like a needle.

Lin Qiao was not thinner, but Li Guifen subconsciously lost weight.

She raised her hand and patted her on the back, "Mom, I'm not thin."

She paused, "I worry you and dad."

Li Guifen sobbed a few times and held her hand, "You'll be fine, your father and I thought we would never see you again."

If the villain hadn't found her, she really had no intention of meeting them again. Lin Qiao looked at her gray hair, and at this moment, she felt full of guilt.

His voice was hoarse enough to speak.

The two mother and daughter talked in the kitchen for a while before they came out. Song Tingfan looked at Lin Qiaohong's swollen face and pursed her lips.

If it were someone else, I would have long known where to die.

Song Qinshi looked at Lin Qiao's eyes without any blame, but instead felt full of pain, feeling sorry for her that she had suffered in the past few years.

"Qiao'er, you've lost weight."

"My grandma, I'm not thin, you've lost weight." Lin Qiao looked at her thin body. She either didn't eat well or she was getting thinner when she got old.

"I'm not thin, I'm strong." Song Qinshi took the back of her hand and patted her gently, as if comforting her not to be afraid.

Lin Qiao's heart was even more complicated. She thought at least Song Qinshi would blame her, "I'll take Ling'er back. If he knew you were here, he would definitely be very happy."

Song Qinshi's turbid eyes lit up, and she thought the child was probably gone...

Li Guifen and Lin Han looked happy, their guilt was less, and they had no shame to face the Song family over the years.

"I'll go." Song Tingfan strode out and came back in a short while with his four or five-year-old child in his arms.
Chapter completed!