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

The two got out of bed together.

Because it was the first time they slept in the same bed, Zhao Ling and Qi Shu didn't take off their clothes. They only put on a coat when they got out of bed.

The light in the room was dim, Zhao Ling didn't comb his hair, and draped it lazily behind his back. He walked over and opened the door.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door opened, he was greeted by a face that was enlarged from a close range.

The man leaned forward and put his ear against the door, obviously eavesdropping on what was going on inside.

Zhao Ling subconsciously kicked him over, and then Qi Shu inside heard a scream coming from the yard.

He frowned, arranged his clothes and walked to the door. Looking past Zhao Ling, he saw Liu Wenhui lying on the ground with her legs in her arms and crying.

"What's going on?" Qi Shu frowned, his voice a little cold.

Zhao Ling glanced at him and said calmly: "Your mother's ear was against the door, listening to the corner. When the door was opened just now, I thought it was some thief, so I jumped in without looking carefully."

Zhao Ling really didn't do it on purpose this time.

Liu Wenhui huddled secretly at the door and turned her face sideways. Zhao Ling didn't even see clearly, and her body reacted preemptively.

When Liu Wenhui lay on the ground, she saw the good mother-in-law who was too weak to take care of herself.

It's just that the mother-in-law listens to her son and daughter-in-law, which is really weird.

Zhao Ling curled his lips and said indifferently, regardless of Qi Shu's attitude: "Don't be too busy getting angry at me. Why don't you go ask your mother first and ask her why she eavesdropped on us at the door? What do you want to hear? Listen to us.

Have you ever done anything like that between husband and wife?"

Her tone of voice was too casual, which made Qi Shu startled for a moment, and then he coughed slightly uneasily.

Seeing Zhao Ling going to the kitchen, Qi Shu stopped her first and explained: "I'm not angry at you, nor am I angry with you, I'm just a little surprised."

Zhao Ling was also surprised.

She looked back at Qi Shu a few times, hesitated for a while but said nothing. She only gestured to Liu Wenhui, who was still lying on the ground, and said: "The ground is still wet, and my feet are not light. You'd better go first."

Let’s see if she’s okay?”

Qi Shu nodded and looked back at Liu Wenhui.

This time, Zhao Ling clearly saw that in addition to boredom, there was hidden hatred in Qi Shu's eyes when he looked at his mother.

hatred?

Why does he hate his mother when he is his son?

really weird.

Zhao Ling had doubts in his heart, but he didn't think much about it and just turned around and went to the kitchen.

She boiled some hot water, adjusted the temperature, and brought it to the yard. She found that Liu Wenhui and Qi Shu were gone.

She didn't pay much attention. After washing herself and tying up her hair, she went to clean the small room where the clutter was kept.

It is not accurate to say that it is a small room. In fact, the yard is just three living rooms plus a kitchen, and the toilet is in the backyard. But later, for daily needs, a simple small room was built next to the kitchen.

This small room is a complete adobe house, relatively narrow inside, and filled with messy things, as if they were left over from the old house.

Zhao Ling had seen it before. Because it was too full, she and Zhao Xiaohe originally placed their workplace entirely in the kitchen.

This time we need to get a lot of materials, so we have to set aside a special place.

Zhao Ling thinks this small house is good.

It's just that the lighting is bad and it's dirty, but it doesn't leak and is ventilated. It's much better than the small study room where Qi Shu lived.

She rolled up her sleeves, used a face mask as a mask to wrap around her mouth and nose, and then started cleaning up the debris.

Things were taken out one by one, the good ones were put aside, and the bad ones were put aside. After sorting it out, Zhao Ling also found some useful ones.

What pleased Zhao Ling the most was that there was a millstone in the house.

The millstone is not big, and the wood and other accessories used for grinding have become moldy and rotten over time, but the grindstone is intact.

Zhao Ling studied for a while and felt that this millstone should be reused.

At that time, whether grinding beans or anything else, it will be very convenient.

Halfway through the small room, Qi Shu came out of the kitchen, looked at Zhao Ling and said, "The porridge is ready, let's have something to eat first."

Zhao Ling wiped the sweat from his forehead, patted the dirt on his body, then took off the face towel covering his mouth and nose and said: "Now, is Xiaohua awake?"

Qi Shu shook his head and saw that there was dust on Zhao Ling's hands, so he went back into the house and fetched another basin of water.

Zhao Ling squatted down and washed his face and hands. When he raised his head, he found Qi Shu looking at him intently.

"What are you looking at?" she asked.

The water stains on her face have not yet been wiped off, and her eyelashes are also wet, with water droplets rolling down in the blink of an eye. Her complexion is fair and smooth, and although she is naked, she is still extremely beautiful.

Following this question, the veil gently covered his eyebrows.

Qi Shu's heart moved slightly, but he looked away calmly, "It's okay."

Zhao Ling didn't ask any more questions. After washing herself, she went into the kitchen and sat down to eat porridge.

This porridge is not cooked in a casserole, but the taste is somewhat similar to casserole porridge, and it is full of fragrance after one bite.

Zhao Ling suddenly felt that compared to Zhao Xiaohe, Qi Shu's craftsmanship was no worse.

Halfway through her meal, she thought of Liu Wenhui and asked, "How is your mother?"

"She's fine." Qi Shu's attitude was very calm. If you look into it carefully, he was even a little indifferent. "Just lie down for a few days and she'll be fine."

Zhao Ling said "Oh" and didn't bother to care about the other party.

The two of them were halfway through eating their porridge when they suddenly heard Zhao Xiaohe's voice outside the gate: "Sister-in-law, I'm here."

Zhao Ling raised her head and saw Qi Shu about to get up. She put down her chopsticks and said, "I'll go!"

The woman previously spread rumors about Qi Shu and Zhao Xiaohe. Although Zhao Xiaohe didn't say it on the face, she must still feel uncomfortable in her heart. It is estimated that she doesn't want to have contact with Qi Shu at this moment.

Zhao Ling opened the door, and Zhao Xiaohe came in carrying a basket of honey locusts on his back. He said with a smile: "There are quite a few people going up the mountain. Maybe we can collect two thousand catties today."

"Really?" Zhao Ling raised an eyebrow and said, "It seems I need to prepare more money."

After saying that, she asked Zhao Xiaohe, "You went up the mountain to pick honey locusts so early. Have you had breakfast?"

Zhao Xiaohe pursed his lips in embarrassment and said, "No..."

"That's just right. Your uncle has just cooked porridge. Let's have some together."

Zhao Ling took the basket and put it down, asked Zhao Xiaohe to finish washing, and then took her into the kitchen.

In order to avoid suspicion, Qi Shu just nodded to Zhao Xiaohe, got up and left the room.

Only the aunt and nephew were left in the kitchen. Zhao Xiaohe was drinking porridge, but thinking about Ling Yehan.

Zhao Ling saw that she was distracted and asked, "What do you want to tell me?"

Zhao Xiaohe raised his head in surprise, glanced at Zhao Ling, then lowered his eyes and hesitated: "I don't know whether I should say..."

"Is there anything that shouldn't be said?" Zhao Ling said lightly, "There are no secrets between us now. I also know all your secrets."

Zhao Xiaohe: "??"

After Zhao Ling was full, he put down his chopsticks and looked at Zhao Xiaohe, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What I want to say has nothing to do with the Zhao family, right?"

Zhao Xiaohe nodded.

Zhao Ling then said: "That means it has something to do with your brother Ling. Tell me, what's the matter?"