Rebirth of the eldest daughter

Chapter 317 Big silly dog ​​and little fool

After Bai Mingwei went out with the bamboo basket, Aunt Wu knocked on the door of the guest room: "Sir, Madam, she went to pick persimmons. She didn't listen no matter how hard she tried to persuade her. Aunt Wu is worried about her injury."

The door opened quickly, revealing Feng Qingchen's smile: "Auntie, which direction did my wife go?"

Aunt Wu pointed out the direction of the fruit trees and said meaningfully: "There are many ways to deepen the relationship between husband and wife, and working together is essential."

"You pick the persimmons and make cakes with my wife later. Seeing the fruits of our joint work, I believe my wife will also feel happy."

Feng Qingchen showed a look of realization and accepted Aunt Wu's kindness: "Thank you, Auntie."

Aunt Wu smiled and said, "The little yellow dog will lead the way. Master, just follow the little yellow dog."

After Feng Qingchen left, Chunxiu came out of the kitchen with a smile: "Breakfast is ready, why did mother send them out?"

Aunt Wu responded with a smile: "The young master is very kind to his wife, but the wife seems to have some scruples. She feels uneasy after being treated well by the young master. Maybe there is some problem between the two of them, and I am trying to create and solve the problem for them. Opportunity."

Chunxiu shook his head: "The human heart is made of flesh. This young man is so kind to his wife. She will definitely be moved one day."

Aunt Wu said: "It is possible to be moved, but it is difficult to become a real couple. Madam is worried, I am afraid that this young man will still have a hard time."

Chunxiu didn't say anything, but responded sweetly: "Then I'll prepare the noodles."

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Bai Mingwei raised his head and looked at the trees full of yellow fruits. Just as he was about to pick the fruits, he heard the barking of the little yellow dog.

She looked back and saw that the remaining snow was scattered and the morning mist was thin.

Feng Qingchen walked slowly along the path in the field, dressed in spotless clothes and with a calm demeanor lined with snow, as if she was holding the bright moon in the sky into her arms.

Bai Mingwei asked: "The road is not easy to walk, what are you doing here?"

Feng Qingchen walked towards her unhurriedly: "The fruit is heavy, come and get it for you."

His arrival still made Bai Mingwei feel a strange emotion in his heart.

In order to cover up his panic, Bai Mingwei handed the bamboo basket over: "It's just right. I don't dare to move my other hand for fear of pulling the wound. You hold the basket and I pick the fruits."

Feng Qingchen took the bamboo basket with a smile: "Okay, you will be my eyes and I will be your hands. We are inseparable."

Bai Mingwei saw that he had returned to his previous tone, and a familiar feeling came to her heart, which actually made her dispel the strange emotions in her heart: "I know it's nonsense, come up here."

After saying that, Bai Ming nodded slightly and moved forward.

Feng Qingchen chuckled and jumped to the treetops.

Standing on the swaying branches, Bai Mingwei looked at the numerous golden fruits. He was almost blinded and didn't know how to start.

She had no choice but to reach out and pick out the largest one, and threw it into the bamboo basket Feng Qingchen was carrying.

Feng Qingchen stretched out his hand and pinched it: "No, no, it's too raw. Underripe persimmons only have astringent taste but no sweetness."

Bai Mingwei was extremely confused: "What does it take to be familiar enough?"

Feng Qingchen pretended to salute: "Reporting to the eldest lady, it is probably as soft as your face."

He was joking that Bai Mingwei didn't like the world and didn't even know how to make a persimmon ripe enough.

In fact, Bai Mingwei really didn't know that even though she grew up in a Taoist temple, she was still the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion. No matter how the color and feel of persimmons were described in books, they were not as real as personal experience.

Bai Mingwei grabbed a persimmon and threw it over: "Shameless, Meng Lang, how do you know how soft my face is?"

Feng Qingchen caught the persimmon firmly and put it gently into the bamboo basket: "Don't waste food."

This ability to change the subject can be said to be perfect.

Bai Mingwei couldn't ask anymore, how did Feng Qingchen know how soft her face was.

And Feng Qingchen didn't need to explain how many times he had carefully touched that face.

Bai Mingwei felt as if he had punched the cotton, so he had no choice but to ignore him, picked a soft one, picked it off and threw it into the frame. With a "click" sound, the persimmon cracked, and the fragrance of the ripe fruit overflowed and hit his nostrils.

Feng Qingchen said repeatedly: "No, no, this is too familiar."

Bai Mingwei stopped and wanted to wait for Feng Qingchen to pick out a suitable one.

As if Feng Qingchen knew what she was thinking, he stretched out his hand and slowly brushed the persimmons hanging on the branches.

Just when Bai Mingwei thought Feng Qingchen was about to pick it off, Feng Qingchen grabbed her hand and placed it on the appropriate persimmon.

He stood beside Bai Mingwei, so he grabbed Bai Mingwei's arm and walked around Bai Mingwei's back.Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Bai Mingwei was trapped in his arms.

And his thin lips came to Bai Mingwei's ear and whispered: "This is the only appropriate thing. In fact, I was just talking nonsense. This fruit must not be as soft as your cheeks, right?"

The breath he exhaled when he spoke hit Bai Mingwei's ears.

Bai Ming shuddered slightly, picked the fruit smoothly, and turned around in Feng Qingchen's arms, breaking away from the hug-like movement.

"Snapped."

The fruit was thrown into the bamboo basket by Bai Mingwei, but her hand was still holding Feng Qingchen's fingertips. As long as she broke it gently, Feng Qingchen's hand would be useless.

Unexpectedly, before she exerted any force, Feng Qingchen screamed in pain: "It hurts, it hurts...little girl, you are so fierce!"

"If you continue to be so immoral, you will know that I can actually be more vicious!" After Bai Mingwei finished speaking, he let go of his hand.

Feng Qingchen suddenly stepped back, as if being pushed away violently, until his foot missed the point and he fell down.

That frivolous prodigal suddenly turned into a "little Jiao'e" who was weak and unable to take care of herself.

Bai Mingwei didn't want to pay attention to him, but there were several sharp wooden stakes under the persimmon tree. Bai Mingwei was afraid that he would be injured, so he had to jump up and fly over him, holding his belt, ready to pull him Away from those wooden piles.

At the critical moment, Feng Qingchen held her arm, as if grasping a life-saving straw.

The force was so strong that Bai Mingwei had nowhere to rely on and was dragged down by him.

Just as she was about to hit the wooden stake, a strong hand suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms, holding her sideways.

After spinning in the air for a few times, Feng Qingchen's feet landed firmly on the ground.

But the man with bad intentions still pretended to be frightened: "Little girl, it's so dangerous."

Bai Mingwei was tricked by him again. He took a deep breath and was about to hit him with his fist.

Unexpectedly, Feng Qingchen quickly let go of her, and in a flash, she floated to the branch. She stretched out her hand to pick a big fruit and said nonchalantly: "This fruit grows really well!"

The timing was so clever that Bai Mingwei was embarrassed to catch up and supply him with his fist.

"You scoundrel!" Bai Mingwei was so angry that he kicked the fruit tree.

The old fruit tree swayed, and several fruits fell on her.

Feng Qingchen above looked concerned: "Why don't you avoid it? Does it hurt?"

"Don't come over!" Bai Mingwei immediately put on a defensive posture. Seeing that Feng Qingchen had no intention of coming over, she slowly relaxed her guard.

Feng Qingchen smiled and shook his head while picking fruits: "Even when he looks angry and angry, he is so cute."

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The little yellow dog that followed saw a squirrel and chased the squirrel around the field, trampling into a mess the straw mats that the villagers used to protect vegetables from freezing.

Bai Mingwei had no choice but to abandon picking persimmons and scold the little yellow dog not to run around.

But she didn't use martial arts for fear of hurting the little yellow dog.

So, the dog chased the squirrel, and she chased the dog in the field, making the vegetable garden that was already messed up by the dog even more messy.

Feng Qingchen listened carefully to the movement and couldn't help rubbing his eyebrows: "Big silly dog ​​and little fool."

When he picked a basket of persimmons, the dust fell down in the wind, and he whistled, and the little yellow dog immediately ran towards him wagging its tail.

Just when the little yellow dog was about to nuzzle him, he gently pushed it away with his foot: "Hey, go aside."

Bai Ming was panting slightly after chasing him, and a thin layer of sweat covered his forehead: "It can run better than the one I raised before."

Feng Qingchen saw that she didn't seem to realize that she could ruin the vegetable garden more than a little yellow dog, so he didn't remind her.

Instead, the hand holding the bamboo basket sank: "Little girl, it's really heavy. Come and help me."

"Can you use some emotion when you're pretending? I don't even bother to tell you about your hypocrisy." Bai Ming sighed helplessly and reached out to pick up the bamboo basket.

In this way, the two of them walked on the country road, one on the left and the other on the right, carrying a basket full of persimmons.

The corners of Feng Qingchen's raised lips never fell.

(End of this chapter)