Chapter 12 12 Sang Dazhuang

Deng Mazi had a wretched look on his face, he chuckled and leaned over: "Cui Zhiqing, do you want to help?"

Cui Xue kept breathing heavily and looked at Yuzhi in disbelief that he was just gone.

Hearing Deng Mazi's voice, he became even more angry and shouted in a stern and ferocious voice: "Get out."

He rolled his eyes and felt dizzy, probably because he was angry.

Deng Mazi's eyes suddenly lit up. He looked around and saw no one.

The withered black hand stretched out towards Cui Xue, "You can't eat meat. Let's drink some soup first."

He is not stupid. This woman opens her mouth and shuts her mouth just to report. She usually hides away when she sees her. Today, a good opportunity like this is rare in a hundred years.

Don't tell me, this bitch is a bit annoying.

Deng Mazi laughed so obscenely that his saliva flowed out.

After touching enough and seeing Cui Xue almost dying from the cold, he picked her up and ran around the village, shouting that Cui Zhiqing had fainted and I would take her back.

The young and old men in the village looked at Deng Mazi and hugged Cui Xuejiao's soft body tightly. When he ran around the village, his legs were crossed and his buttocks were exposed. They were really envious and jealous.

However, they didn't have Deng Mazi's courage and didn't dare to provoke Cui Xue. Besides, there was a tigress at home, so they didn't dare to touch it.

As soon as the family of five in Lao Sang's family entered the courtyard, they locked the courtyard door tightly.

Yuzhi secretly opened one eye, looked around at no one else, and then opened both eyes.

Patting Sang Dazhuang's hand: "Put me down quickly."

Sang Dazhuang persisted, his face was still dark, his eyes were still red, and his brows were furrowed: "I, let's go to the hospital."

"Fuck you idiot," Wang Xinfeng slapped Sang Dazhuang, which made Sang Dazhuang's forehead buzz: "You idiot, your eyes are covered with shit. I didn't inherit any of my cleverness, but I inherited all the stupidity of your damn father.

I'm so stupid that I want to poke myself in the eyes to avoid being pissed off by you."

"Useless junk snacks. They just stood there stupidly and didn't say anything about going up to help Zhizhi. I'm so sorry for my little arms and legs. I have to swing a broom by myself. Tell me, marry a man.

What's the use? Only the two ounces of meat you have can be of some use, otherwise you might as well marry a pig."

Wang Xinfeng is really angry. Her son is not that stupid. He usually has some brains. But when he encounters the incident with Yuzhi, it is like having his head flattened by a door, having feces poured into his brain through his eyes, and being taken advantage of.

The hammer clanked for three days and three nights, making me blind and blind. I was so stupid that I was the only one in the world. I was committing evil.

Sang Dazhuang felt the love from his mother's soul, and his face went blank. It wouldn't be that, it wouldn't be that only two ounces of meat on his body would be useful, all his two hundred kilograms of meat would be useful.

Yuzhi blushed quietly, Sang Dazhuang had such a big body.

Ah... Bah, bah, bah, what are you thinking of colored waste?

Feeling the shock of Wang Xinfeng's big slap on Sang Dazhuang's body, Yuzhi bared her teeth in distress: "Mom, don't be angry. Carefully make yourself angry. I'm fine. I'm not tired at all. I'm happy. I can't hurt myself if I hit someone."

Are you happy when you go up?"

Wang Xinfeng turned around and raised a smile, holding Yuzhi's hand and looking at her red palm, feeling extremely distressed: "How can you not be tired? You are still weak. Be good, go to the room and rest for a while. Mom will give you a rest."

Make something delicious."

She faced Sang Dazhuang, who looked like a ferocious tigress: "What are you doing here? If you don't send Zhizhi back to the house, you're going to freeze her to death."

Sang Dazhuang had already come to his senses. His wife was fine, but he just couldn't let go. This time, he let go. He didn't know when he would be able to hug her. What was he going to do if he hugged his biological mother twice? It wouldn't hurt or itch.

Secretly looking at Yuzhi's face, she slowly moved towards the house. She didn't refuse, not yet, and never refused.

Yuzhi ignored Sang Dazhuang's little thoughts and waved to Wang Xinfeng: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard, it's not hard." Wang Xinfeng was also nervous. Seeing his silly son getting closer and closer to Yuzhi's house, he hurriedly asked the two younger ones to get into the kitchen, lest Yuzhi would be embarrassed and not let Sang Dazhuang go in.

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The house that Yuzhi lives in is the best in Lao Sang's family. Lao Sang's family only has three rooms, one main room and two bedrooms.

This room used to be lived in by Wang Xinfeng, but was later cleared out for Sang Dazhuang and Yuzhi's wedding.

But Sang Dazhuang only came in on the wedding day when he forcibly consummated their marriage with Yuzhi. After that, he was never allowed in again and lived in the firewood shed next to him.

Later, I had children, and the two children lived with Wang Xinfeng in another room after they were born.

When Sang Bian was just two years old, she no longer wanted to live with Wang Xinfeng and went to live in the woodshed with Sang Dazhuang, where she has been until now.

Stepping into this room again, Sang Dazhuang couldn't help but feel timid and excited. Yuzhi nestled in Sang Dazhuang's arms without any reaction, as if the rules he had set before did not exist at all.

Yuzhi had tidied up the house himself. Not only Sang Dazhuang was not allowed to enter, but others were also not allowed to enter.

It was filled with the smell of elm branches. Sang Dazhuang was so nervous that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and his legs were shaking when he walked.

He lowered his eyebrows and did not dare to look around. He prepared to put the elm branches on the kang and go out.

However, Yuzhi grabbed Sang Dazhuang and refused to let go: "Sit on the kang."

Sang Dazhuang didn't dare to refute or sit down. His buttocks touched the edge of the kang a little and he stood stiffly.

Yuzhi smiled secretly, sat on Sang Dazhuang's lap, found a comfortable position, nestled into his arms, put her ear to his chest, and listened to the beating of his heart like a drum, feeling extremely at ease.

I wanted to do this in the hospital, but it was inconvenient because there were so many people.

Sang Dazhuang felt the little daughter-in-law in his arms, soft and fragrant, and his heartbeat became louder and louder. He subconsciously held his breath for fear of scaring Yuzhi.

Yuzhi was afraid that the man would hold back something bad, so he had to sigh and forget it, and got up from Sang Dazhuang.

She had accumulated so much power in the past that she would not be able to change the man's mentality for a while, so she could only do it slowly.

When Yuzhi left, Sang Dazhuang couldn't help but feel disappointed. Thinking about it, he felt quite satisfied. These were the closeness that he had never dared to imagine before.

He rubbed his hands and stood up: "I, I first..."

"Sit down and don't move."

Sang Dazhuang sat down without saying anything. Yuzhi's instructions and movements proved that her training over the years was very successful.

Yuzhi no longer wanted to complain. These were her own faults and she had to bear them herself.

Turning around, he went to the kang cabinet and took out a small cloth bag and took out the sandalwood bracelet inside.

This was given to her by Wang Xinfeng when she got married, saying it was an heirloom from the Lao Sang family that had been passed down to her daughter-in-law through generations.

Made of sandalwood, it is not very expensive. It is too old and looks a bit old, and the fragrance is almost covered up.

Yuzhi has never worn it once. It's not that she dislikes it, but she is aloof and doesn't care about anything from the old Sang family, let alone admitting that she is the daughter-in-law of the Sang family. She thinks that when she leaves in the future, she will definitely return it to Sang Dazhuang, so

It has been kept in the cabinet.

Both Sang Dazhuang and Wang Xinfeng knew about this, and they also understood that she did not accept the bracelet, which meant that she did not accept the idea of ​​​​their family. Neither mother nor son said anything, let alone forced her.

Sang Dazhuang was a little nervous when he saw Yuzhi taking out the bracelet. Was he going to give it back to him?

Yuzhi handed the bracelet to Sang Dazhuang. Sang Dazhuang's eyes instantly turned red. She really wanted to return it to him. Was she leaving?

Sang Dazhuang gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, unwilling to pick it up.

No matter how Yuzhi treats him or hates him these years, he can accept it, but he can't let her go.

Yuzhi knew that the man had misunderstood, so she lowered her head and kissed him on the mouth: "You idiot, what are you doing standing still? Put it on for me."

Sang Dazhuang opened his eyes suddenly and looked at the elm branch blankly. He was so shocked that he forgot about the fragrant and soft kiss: "Put it on, put it on?"

Yuzhi raised his eyebrows: "Yeah, why, don't you want to? Don't want to..."

"No, no, no, yes, I do," he grabbed the bracelet and put it on Yuzhi, fearing that it would be too late and Yuzhi would regret it.

Yuzhi hooked her lips, raised her hand and looked around. Against the background of the dark red bracelet, her slender wrist looked even whiter.

"Does it look good?"

"Good-looking," Sang Dazhuang smiled like a fool.

Yuzhi glared at him: "You look good, why didn't you react?"

"Ah?" What's the reaction to looking good?

Yuzhi gritted his teeth and held Sang Dazhuang's dark face in his hands: "My man is so good-looking," he lowered his head and kissed her.

Then he looked at Sang Dazhuang eagerly and asked: "Am I good-looking?"

Sang Dazhuang seemed to have learned something, but he was not sure. He curled his neck and tentatively responded: "Okay, it looks good."

Then, as if he were a thief, he looked at Yuzhi's face, slowly approached, and then carefully kissed Yuzhi's face. As soon as he touched the little fuzz on his face, it bounced away as if he had encountered a ghost.

Yuzhi was not very satisfied, but fortunately there was progress. He raised the corner of his mouth and asked, "Am I good-looking?"

When Sang Dazhuang saw that Yuzhi was not angry, he knew that he had done nothing wrong and became more courageous: "It looks good."

He leaned forward and kissed her. The sound made Sang Dazhuang's heart thump. He was so frightened that he started to feel silly when he saw that the elm branch was not angry.

Yuzhi couldn't help laughing and asked with a smile: "Am I good-looking?"

"It's beautiful," Sang Dazhuang shouted at the top of his voice. He hugged Yuzhi excitedly and kissed her hard on the face, which made Yuzhi burst into tears.

Turning around and taking a look in the mirror, he saw that his face was blue. He was so angry that he reached out and pinched Sang Dazhuang's ears and roared: "Sang Dazhuang, are you a dog? Look at the good things you have done."

Sang Dazhuang was so guilty that he tried to shrink the lump as much as possible so that the elm branches could be easily twisted.

When Wang Xinfeng heard the roar of the elm branches, she rushed out of the kitchen carrying a fire stick.
To be continued...