The Villain Husband is Online to Raise the Ginseng

Nowadays, people in the village are sick, but it is red medicine, large white tablets and other items.

No matter how expensive it is, there is actually none.

Everyone didn't want to spend this money, and if it was serious, they went directly to the county seat.

"Thank you Uncle Qi." The uncle in the health center is the seventh eldest in his family, and everyone usually calls him Xie Laoqi.

Wen Ling obediently called Seventh Uncle.

Uncle Xie Qi smiled, then prescribed red medicine for Wen Ling, collected the money, and sent the two of them out again.

As a result, as soon as Uncle Xie Qi went back after leaving the clinic, Xie Ziqing heard Wen Ling and said softly, as if muttering: "Take off my shoes and look at my feet, they are my people." gone."

Xie Ziqing almost fell directly, turned his head, and looked at Wen Ling with a complicated expression.

He didn't know what he had that this delicate little educated youth could covet.

After all, he has no parents in his family, and no siblings to help him.

Although there are cousins ​​and the like, everyone feels that he is a relative, so they keep a distance from him.

Over the years, that is, grandparents would occasionally give him something quietly, not much, just a little coarse food occasionally.

After all, it was his grandson. Mother Xie did not remarry at the beginning, and she has been living with Xie Ziqing in the village.

Grandparents are also distressed, but because there is no separation, the whole family lives together, and the rations are also tight.

Therefore, we can only give a little relief occasionally, and we can't take out too much.

Xie Ziqing works by himself and barely supports himself.

Now that he can't hunt anymore, he doesn't know what he has for the little educated youth to covet.

But the little educated youth said something like this...

But he couldn't help blushing for a while.

He didn't know why, but he always felt that the little girl was pretty good.

She was supposed to be delicate and pampered.

But is he worthy?

He has nothing, he is still a family member, and he is alone...

Xie Ziqing shook the hand placed by his side, and originally wanted to leave Wen Ling behind.

As a result, I heard the little girl's crying voice: "I can't go."

Wen Ling's ankles were smeared with red syrup, so he couldn't wear socks, let alone shoes.

Just jumping back on one leg like this doesn't work.

Xie Ziqing's originally ruthless heart was defeated at this second.

In the end, he had to turn around in embarrassment, originally wanting to support Wen Ling.

But Xie Ziqing's heart ached like a knife was stabbing at the little girl's appearance of crying or not.

"I'll carry you on my back." In this day and age, the relationship between men and women is actually tense.

If it is not a particularly intimate relationship, it is best not to get too close.

Otherwise, it will be easy to be thought that you are in love with each other.

But now that the little girl is so delicate, Xie Ziqing can't bear it.

I spoke out on impulse, and regretted it after I finished speaking.

It was he, Meng Lang, who said such words.

At first I wanted to change my words, but I saw the little girl with her arms outstretched, and her crying face was now stained with a smile: "Okay, okay."

Xie Ziqing wanted to change his words, but he couldn't say anything.

He was born tall and mighty, and looked a little fierce.

However, the little girl was not afraid at all.

Even though he had a straight face, the little girl was still smiling.

In addition to being coquettish, she doesn't seem to be timid.

Xie Ziqing had no choice but to turn around and bend down.

When the little girl's soft body was pressed against him, Xie Ziqing only felt his whole body go stiff.

The whole back seemed to be scorched by fire, it was terribly hot.