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

Xiaohua is only over three years old, so she doesn't know whether her name is good or bad.

Seeing Zhao Ling asking, she didn't think much, nodded her head and agreed.

Zhao Ling pinched her cheek and said, "Okay, little Qionghua, go play with your dad."

Xiaohua ran to Qi Shu again. Zhao Ling stood up and said to Qi Shu: "If you want to teach her to read and write, wait two more years. She is still too young now."

For children of this age, kindergarten is mainly about educational subjects. They read the Three-Character Classic every day. Doesn’t that increase the burden?

There are mountains and water here. How nice would it be to go out every day to chase chickens, ducks and play with the puppies?

Qi Shu didn't know whether he heard Zhao Ling's words or not. He turned around and entered the house without even looking at her.

Zhao Ling didn't bother with her cold face. She cleaned up the house and went to make shampoo with Zhao Xiaohe.

In the afternoon, as soon as I was sitting on the bench to rest, the system came up.

The bright red mission countdown on the mission panel was like a bomb hanging on Zhao Ling's head, which was about to explode in the next second.

The system didn't say anything, it just reminded Zhao Ling in this way.

However, Zhao Ling also pretended not to see it. After resting for a while, he went back to do his own business.

The sky turned completely dark, and the time on the task panel came to an end.

Zhao Ling looked at the other person quietly, until the number above turned to zero, and that familiar and heartbreaking pain spread throughout his mind.

Sharp, biting, heartbreaking!

Unlike yesterday's burning pain, Zhao Ling felt as if he had been pierced by an ice pick, with a fatal chill from head to toe.

But this time, she made no sound at all, and didn't even close her eyes, just staring at the void.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, her face became paler and paler, and her whole body looked like it had been fished out of water.

The slim and slim body was slightly bent, and the shoulders were shaking slightly, as if he would be unable to bear it and fall to the ground in the next second.

People in the live broadcast room were all excited when they saw this scene.

【I've been waiting all day, just waiting for this picture】

[Is anyone recording the screen? I will post a forum analysis at that time]

[I feel like Zhao Ningning’s face looks so ugly]

[Obviously, the thing that controls her is punishing her]

【Why?】

[Why else? She didn’t do anything I asked her to do]

[Is the live broadcast room also being manipulated? The screen is always black]

[Is it impossible? If it is being manipulated, why would the other party open the live broadcast room for us to find out the clues]

[Because it can’t defeat the Administration, can it control the Administration’s live broadcast system at will? 】

[Has no one ever thought that Bitch Zhao is directing and acting on his own? 】

【What do you direct and act in?】

[Clear her name! Everyone hates her so much, she has no choice but to use this method to clear her name]

[Are you kidding? These anchors don’t even know they are being broadcast live, right?]

[That’s right, if you don’t even know that you are being broadcast live, how can you clean up your innocence?]

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Zhao Xiaohe quickly noticed Zhao Ling's strange behavior.

She just lay down on her simple bed when she realized something was wrong.

Seeing Zhao Ling trembling all over and sweating like rain, she frowned and looked at it for a while, then climbed onto the bed to support Zhao Ling and asked, "Sister-in-law, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Ling stared straight at the system, his eyes uncontrollably shed tears because of the aches and pains.

She shook her head slightly, her lips and teeth trembled slightly, and she spat out two words vaguely: "It's nothing."

The heart-wrenching pain not only did not slow down as time went by, but intensified bit by bit, as if she would never give up until she was tortured to the point of admitting defeat.

But Zhao Ling also knew that if he wanted to negotiate terms with the other party and correct his current disadvantages bit by bit, he could not back down from the beginning.

She bet that this system would not really wipe her out easily.

If he could attack her directly, why bother to seduce her step by step and insist on getting rid of her through the hands of the male protagonist?

She is the vicious female supporting character in the book, and the system binds her to do the things of the vicious female supporting character, which shows that no matter how rampant it is, it must follow the rules in the book.

If you break the rules in the book, you may not be the one who is erased.

Zhao Ling exhaled a breath of turbid air, and despite the pain, his thoughts became clearer.

The bones seemed to be broken into pieces, and the internal organs were eaten like insects and ants.

The pain at this moment had nothing to do with the electric shock. The system was torturing her with great malice.

Until the time for a cup of tea passed, Zhao Ling felt relaxed all over.

All the pain and torture that had been inflicted on her body disappeared, and her whole body suddenly became limp and fell on the bed.

Zhao Xiaohe touched Zhao Ling's forehead and found it was wet. She pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment before getting out of bed and fetching water for Zhao Ling to cleanse.

Zhao Ling let her serve him softly, then raised his eyes to look at the other party, and said in a gentle voice: "Thank you, Xiaohe."

Zhao Xiaohe was not used to Zhao Ling's behavior. She pulled a face to hide her inner confusion, and just finished cleaning Zhao Ling with a stinking look on her face.

When he came back in after pouring the water, Zhao Ling was already asleep.

Zhao Xiaohe stood nearby and stared at Zhao Ling for a long time before falling asleep with complicated thoughts.

It was a new day, and Zhao Ling got up energetically.

The side task was refreshed again, and hung on the panel in bright red, reminding her with a countdown.

Zhao Ling seemed to be unable to see what he should do and what he should eat.

Making shampoo is a heavy task, because the things are complicated and crude, and the two of them are busy all day long.

In the evening, all the prepared small jars were filled.

After washing up, the two of them went back to the house and lay down. Zhao Ling said, "We have a lot of stuff. Let's get up early tomorrow and rent a bullock cart before going to town."

Zhao Xiaohe turned over, not knowing what he was thinking, and said nothing.

Zhao Ling turned around and looked over. When she saw only the girl's petite back in the dark night, she said again: "It's getting cold. You can't sleep on the ground all the time. Come and sleep on the bed."

Zhao Xiaohe ignored her and felt vaguely angry.

Zhao Ling didn't understand what was wrong with this little girl. Even during dinner, she was still looking forward to tomorrow's trip.

Could it be that there was something wrong with Ling Yehan?

But Zhao Ling didn't ask. She knew that once she said the name "Ling Yehan", Zhao Xiaohe's attitude would definitely become hostile again.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ling simply closed his eyes and went to sleep.

As soon as he felt a little sleepy, Zhao Xiaohe said: "You will go to the gambling house again after you take the money tomorrow?"

She didn't even call her sister-in-law, and she was obviously a little angry.

Zhao Ling woke up, paused, and then said: "If you don't go, why are you going to the gambling house?"

"Isn't that your favorite place before?" Zhao Xiaohe is not a good person when it comes to speaking harsh words. She almost stabs people in the heart with a knife, "The Qi family was originally well-off, but you gamble with money every day and make others miserable."

I lost and made the old scholar Qi so angry, isn't this all your fault?"

Zhao Ling sighed in the night, and once again had no choice but to take the blame for the original owner: "Isn't that all in the past? I am correcting it now. People have to look forward, and don't keep remembering my faults."