Punching the window paper

Meng Yunzheng insisted, "I will be responsible."

Shu Yu understood that this person had found an excuse to move the word "responsibility" to the table, right?

Shu Yu is not really fourteen years old. He knows everything like feelings.

Along the way, the things Meng Yunzheng did were meticulous and obvious. Although no one mentioned them, they were tacitly understood.

Now, Meng Yunzheng has put the relationship openly.

Shu Yu turned his head and looked at him for a long time before laughing, "I'm a prisoner."

"I'm not a rich man either."

"Who are you? Speaking of which, I seem to know nothing about your past. You have figured out my life experience clearly. It's a bit of a loss to think about it."

Meng Yunzheng turned sideways, "If you want to know, I can tell you."

Shu Yu sighed, "It seems that it is quite long and complicated to hear what you mean. Forget it, find a quieter place another day, and then talk slowly, go to bed first today."

Meng Yunzheng smiled, "Okay."

She wanted to know—this information made Meng Yunzheng feel particularly excited.

Shu Yu pursed her lips, coughed lightly, turned her head back, closed her eyes and went to bed.

Meng Yunzheng looked at her calmly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually expanded.

Shu Yu seemed to hear him murmuring in a daze—"A Yu".

When I got up the next day, Meng Yunzheng was no longer in the room.

Shu Yu thought of what happened last night, and felt a little dazed and felt like she had a dream.

It was not until Meng Yunzheng entered the door, brought the wash water to her, and naturally twisted the handkerchief to wipe her face, Shu Yu was stunned for a moment and said, "You... really treat me as your wife?"

The service is too thoughtful.

Meng Yunzheng's expression remained unchanged, "I will practice my skills in advance first."

Shu Yu, "..." I really can't tell that you are like this. I still think that if I cut off my hands and feet, I will let you wash your face in the future?

Also, she was just injured with her right hand, and her left hand was fine, so she had no problem washing her face.

She couldn't help but want to protest. Meng Yunzheng had already washed her. "After breakfast, we will go to the town. How do you feel today? Does the wound on your body still hurt?"

Shu Yu diverted his attention and shook his head, "Except for the inconvenience of right hand, there is no pain anymore. The medicine is good, but it's a little itchy."

"Normal, the wound heals and itchs a little."

Meng Yunzheng took the basin out, and soon brought breakfast in again.

The village chief’s wife standing at the door said enviously, “Young Master Yun is so nice to his wife, and he does everything himself.”

While speaking, he glanced at the village chief beside him with disgust.

The latter turned dark and said, "If your hand breaks, I..." He paused, "You have a daughter-in-law and a daughter, and most of them are filial piety, what are you afraid of?"

The village chief’s wife almost spit out blood, turned her head and left angrily.

After breakfast, Shu Yu said goodbye to the village chief's family.

The village chief’s wife was still a little reluctant to let go, “Isn’t she still injured her body? Why are you in a hurry to go? You have to raise more of your skin and tender flesh.”

The most important thing is to earn more accommodation and food.

Although Shu Yu and the others have only stayed overnight, they will not cause any trouble. They are also very worry-free. They are polite in their words and actions, and are very easy to get along with.
Chapter completed!