Crossing the Book: The Vicious Female Supporting Woman Was Whitewashed by Fighting with the System

The morning light breaks, the moon sets and the sun rises.

Green smoke rises from every house in Hedong Village, and ordinary people's day begins with the sound of roosters crowing.

Zhao Ling woke up from his sleep and looked at the house with his eyes wide open. He felt that his whole body was soaked with sweat, as if he had had a nightmare.

Before she had time to react, Zhao Xiaohe walked in from outside the door, placed a bowl of porridge beside the bed, and said, "Sister-in-law, are you awake?"

Zhao Ling turned his head and looked at Zhao Xiaohe for a moment before sitting up with his sore body.

"What's wrong with me?"

Her voice was hoarse and hoarse, as if she had been seriously ill.

Even her cheeks, which had regained their rosiness in the past few days, suddenly turned pale.

In the past, Zhao Xiaohe would have said some sarcastic words. But now, the two are partners, Zhao Ling looks sick again, and Zhao Xiaohe is soft-hearted after all, and has not said any unpleasant words.

She sat down next to Zhao Ling and said in a dry and cold tone: "I don't know. When I came back yesterday, I saw you lying in the room, and you couldn't wake up no matter how you screamed."

Zhao Ling half leaned against the bedside and thought about it silently for a moment before remembering that he seemed to be testing the system in the end.

I don’t know whether it hit the other party’s bottom line or whether it really guessed the truth. The system shocked her in anger, and she fainted before she could resist.

The pain was still very painful, but Zhao Ling had no regrets.

No matter what, just find some flaws in the system.

She can't really be at the mercy of the other person her whole life.

After thinking about it, Zhao Ling picked up the porridge and drank it, then asked Zhao Xiaohe: "Are you okay?"

Zhao Xiaohe didn't react and asked: "What can happen to me?"

Zhao Ling said "Oh": "It's okay."

She remembered that Zhao Xiaohe was in a hurry when he went out yesterday, and now he looked calm. Probably nothing happened to Ling Yehan.

As long as everything is calm.

After resting on the bed for a while, Zhao Xiaohe had already gone out to do some work, and Zhao Ling also got out of bed.

Her body was sticky with sweat stains, her hair was still disheveled, and she looked depressed and depressed.

Zhao Ling went out and brought a bucket of hot water into the house. When he was about to close the door and take a shower, Xiaohua ran out from Qi Shu's house next door.

"Mom, are you okay?"

Zhao Ling looked at her and smiled: "It's okay."

Xiaohua held her head high, her big eyes full of worry, "Sister Xiaohe said you are sick."

"Yes, I was sick last night, but I'll be fine after a good sleep." Zhao Ling urged her, "Hua Hua, my dear, go out first and let me take a bath."

But Xiaohua squeezed in through the crack in the door, took Zhao Ling's hand and said, "Mom, Huahua also needs to be washed."

Zhao Ling: "..."

She hesitated for a while, thinking that the child hadn't had a bath in a few days, so she might as well take it with her.

There is a large bathtub at home, which is perfect for the two of them to sit in.

Xiaohua had her braids tied up again today, and she looked cute and cute. Zhao Ling knew it was Qi Shu who had braided her hair, and the more she looked at it, the more jealous she became, so she simply removed them all in the name of taking a bath.

The warm water soaked into their skin, and the little girl hugged Zhao Ling's arm, as cute as a New Year doll.

From the dirty snot-nosed girl at the beginning to the white and tender little dumplings now, Zhao Ling looked at her, and the more she looked at her, the more she liked her.

Xiaohua put her head on Zhao Ling's shoulder. After hearing Zhao Ling say that she liked her, she changed the topic and asked in a huffing voice: "Mom, daddy is also good-looking. Do you like daddy?"

Zhao Ling categorically said: "I don't like it."

"Why?" Xiaohua's eyes were full of doubts. She turned her head and looked at Zhao Ling, pouting and said, "Daddy is very good, braid Huahua's hair."

Zhao Ling laughed, pinched the soft flesh on the back of the baby's neck, and said, "He braids your hair but doesn't braid it for my mother. Why should my mother like him?"

Xiaohua's face instantly drooped, as if she was a little depressed, but she didn't know what she was thinking.

Zhao Ling stopped lingering. After washing her until she was clean, he finished scrubbing himself and got up.

Before I even got dressed, the live broadcast room above my head was turned on again.

【Squatting down, I am first】

【Why is it a mosaic?】

[Oh, Zhao Ningning is taking a shower]

[Laughing to death, still mosaic, who looks at her fat body? 】

[To be fair, Zhao Ningning looks good and has a good figure]

[Okay, friends, stop being crooked. What do you think about the live broadcast room crashing again?]

[What else can you think about? Let’s wait for the administration to issue a notice]

[That’s right, it’s just an entertainment live broadcast. With so many things going on, the administration won’t focus on it]

[The live broadcast system is prone to bugs, and it is normal for it to be hacked from time to time]

[No, the core of our discussion is Zhao Ningning, right? Don’t divert your attention]

[Shh, if you have any forums to talk about, don’t talk about it here]

[Remember to move positions, friends]

Zhao Ling put on her clothes and took Xiao Hua out without drying her hair.

She went to pour water, and Xiaohua went to find Qi Shu with her wet hair.

As soon as Zhao Ling took the barrel back, he heard Xiaohua begging Qi Shu: "Dad, can you braid mother's hair too?"

Qi Shu was unmoved: "Why do you want to braid your mother's hair?"

Xiaohua sold Zhao Ling very honestly: "Mom said you only braided Huahua's hair but not hers, so she doesn't like you."

Zhao Ling: "..."

She coughed lightly and called out by her first and last name: "Qi Xiaohua."

Seeing Xiaohua sticking her head out of the house like a cub, Zhao Ling warned her with a serious expression: "No nonsense."

After saying that, she couldn't help but said: "Your father is a scholar, why did he give you such a vulgar name?"

Xiaohua immediately poked her finger in aggrievedness.

Upon seeing this, Qi Shu walked out of the house, stood at the door and coughed twice, then raised his eyelids and looked at Zhao Ling.

The peach-blossom eyes that are originally full of emotion are half-downcast to look at people, cold, cruel and gloomy without any concealment, and they almost turn into knives and poke them.

Zhao Ling was silent for a moment and then said to the point: "Let's change it. This name is really ugly."

Qi Shu gently pulled his lower lip, as if sarcastically or mockingly. Although he spoke calmly, when he spoke the words, his soft and soft voice changed the tone, with a sense of judgment.

He said: "You gave me this name."

Zhao Ling: "??"

She quickly searched the memory in her mind and found out the past of Zhao Ningning's name.

After giving birth to the child, she learned that it was a girl. She turned away impatiently and said, "What is the difference between a little girl without a handle and the flowers and plants in the mountains? She is very humble."

From then on, she didn't care what other people called her, she just called this girl "Little Flower" every day.

After calling for a long time, the name became the default.

After Zhao Ling finished recalling, he looked at Qi Shu again, and his words suddenly changed: "It's okay to be a nickname..."

It wasn't her fault anyway, and she doesn't feel guilty.

Qi Shu seemed too lazy to say anything to her, so he withdrew his gaze and looked into the distance indifferently.

Zhao Ling waved to Xiaohua, called the child over, and then said: "Can you give me a new name, mother?"

Xiaohua tilted her head and asked curiously: "Why?"

"Because Mom is knowledgeable." Zhao Ling cleared his throat to look more serious, "How about calling me Qionghua? My nickname is Huahua."