Seven Zero Materials: I am the Poisonous Wife of the Villain with Mud Legs

And this pen is still warm and cold for him!

So he practiced calligraphy quickly with a smile on his face.

After returning to the tofu factory, Leng Nuan returned to the ward at noon with a piece of lean meat porridge.

Seeing Leng Nuan come back, Ye Nanhuai hurriedly hid a stack of letter papers.

After Leng Nuan put away the lunch box, the first thing she did was to check Ye Nanhuai's handwriting. She really hoped that Ye Nanhuai could learn how to write and sign the divorce agreement.

When she picked up the copybook and saw that there was not even a single stroke on the copybook, Leng Nuan immediately became angry.

"Snapped!"

The sticker was slapped on Ye Nanhuai's face fiercely, and the heating and cooling went out, cursing as he walked:

"A big man, it doesn't matter if he doesn't know anything, and he doesn't know how to be diligent and studious! He doesn't even have any self-motivation, what the hell?"

When she came here, she saw a wooden stick at the entrance of the hospital. Leng Nuan picked up the stick and went back to the ward. Without saying a word, she pointed to the bewildered Ye Nanhuai who was being scolded and said coldly:

"Hand out!"

Ye Nanhuai didn't know why, looking at Leng Nuan's eyes that were about to burst into flames, he stretched out his hands obediently.

"Clap! Clap! Clap..."

After pumping more than a dozen times in a row, the wooden stick fell hard on Ye Nanhuai's palm.

Ye Nanhuai retracted her red and swollen hands in pain and asked innocently:

"What are you doing..."

Leng Nuan was really mad at this moment:

"For the whole morning, you can write even one stroke, but in the end, you didn't even have a single stroke."

Seeing Ye Nanhuai's big hand retracted in pain, Leng Nuan continued to curse:

"Hand out!"

Ye Nanhuai looked at Leng Nuan's eyes that were about to burst into flames, and obediently stretched out her red and swollen hands that had been beaten.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

"As a man, you can be stupid, you can have no brains, but you have to understand what it means to be motivated?"

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

"I've never seen a man as useless as you!"

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

"Xuanxuan is only three years old, and he knows how to practice writing every day, because when he grows up, he doesn't want to be like you, who is nothing but brute force!"

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

"Your father is in his late forties, and he still knows how to read while lying in a hospital bed? Both of them have the surname Ye, so why are you such a wimp!"

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Hearing the scolding from Leng Nuan's mouth, Ye Nanhuai stared unconvinced at first, but seeing her scolding more and more fiercely, Ye Nanhuai simply withdrew his eyes and silently endured Leng Nuan's anger and beating.

Seeing that Ye Nanhuai had changed into the previous obstinate person who never fought back when beaten or scolded, Leng Nuan was really pissed off.

She hated a man who couldn't hold his breath the most, so she took all her anger on Ye Nanhuai's big hands full of chilblains.

He didn't stop until the palms of those big hands were swollen like two blood-filled steamed buns.

Looking at the trembling hands that were oozing blood from the beating, Leng Nuan felt a sense of self-blame in her heart. She had given Ye Nanhuai high expectations in her heart, but he let her down so much, that's why she was so angry.

Putting away the wooden stick, Leng Nuan held the lean meat porridge cooked at home to Ye Nanhuai:

"Let's eat first!"

Originally, Ye Nanhuai was still sullenly waiting to be whipped with his head outstretched, but he didn't expect that Leng Nuan would suddenly ask him to eat?

Ye Nanhuai's eyes shot out suddenly, her expression at this time was exactly the same as the expression she had when she gave him cornbread for the first time, as if she was flattered like a large border collie.

Leng Nuan hurriedly withdrew her gaze:

"Hurry up and eat. I have to go to several supply and marketing cooperatives in the village in the afternoon. If you don't write when you come back in the evening, you don't want your hands. It's useless to keep them anyway."

Hearing this, Ye Nanhuai's pupils shrank for a while, and he took the lunch box with his trembling hands in pain, and began to eat tremblingly.

After eating the salty, fragrant and soft lean meat porridge, Ye Nanhuai wiped away the pain in his palm, and started to eat it with big mouthfuls.

Leng Nuan tidied up the ward and left again. It was the end of the new year, and the towns demanded a lot more tofu than usual, but the tofu factories were too busy to supply the goods.

In addition, Chen Qiming was going back to the city again in the past few days, and after he left, there was no one to deliver tofu.

After Leng Nuan left, Ye Nanhuai looked at the trembling and bloodshot red and swollen palms, and silently raised the corners of her lips.

Then he took out the letter paper from under the mattress, only to see that a stack of letter paper had already written about ten pages.

There are ten or so pages full of letter paper, from the greenness at the beginning to the flamboyant two pages in the last two pages, it is estimated that even Leng Nuan himself could not tell whether it was written by her or by Ye Nanhuai.

Taking out the pen that Leng Nuan gave him, Ye Nanhuai struggled to pull off the cap of the pen. It was a bit difficult to hold the pen in his swollen hands, but he still practiced seriously with the font of Leng Nuan.

When it was almost evening, Ye Nanhuai asked the nurse to help him throw away the letter paper that he had practiced on both the front and the back. When the nurse took away the letter paper, she did not forget to boast:

"This comrade's handwriting is really beautiful!"

In order to keep her hand, Ye Nanhuai quickly took out the stickers and began to write.

But he came back before writing five words Leng Nuan.

Looking at Lengnuan, Ye Nanhuai couldn't help shaking her hands, well, this little girl will definitely not let him go when he writes such two words.

Sure enough, when Leng Nuan saw that there were only three words written on the copybook, he was once again furious.

With this progress, when will he learn to write?When can I sign the divorce.

Ye Nanhuai didn't wait for Leng Nuan to scold him this time, and stretched out two hands on his own initiative.

Looking at Ye Nanhuai's well-behaved appearance and those unsightly red and swollen hands, the heat and cold disappeared by half.

The air conditioner knocked Ye Nanhuai on the head with a wooden stick:

"You really have the ability to irritate people!"

"I'll remember the slap this time for you first, and count it together when your hands are ready!"

Ye Nanhuai took a sneaky look at Leng Nuan, secretly proud in her heart, it turns out she eats this set!

In the next few days, apart from three meals a day and being in the hospital at night, Lengnuan will spend the rest of the time running the tofu business at the end of the year.

Of course, Ye Nanhuai's palms were not feeling well. The daily copybooks were either not written, crooked or a lot of typos.

Leng Nuan didn't have time to teach him, so he abused him with his hands.

But just beating like this, Ye Nanhuai still didn't seem to be enlightened, the more he was unresponsive, the angrier she became, and the angrier he was, the harder he beat him.

The most irritating thing was that Ye Nanhuai's palms were obviously swollen and unrecognizable, and they bled from time to time, but he didn't seem to feel any pain, so he decided to write or not.

A few days later, one early morning, before Leng Nuan called back the breakfast for the two of them, Xuan Xuan's young figure suddenly appeared at the door of the ward.

"Dad... Mom..."

Xuanxuan shouted and ran towards the house.

Ye Nanhuai looked at his son who was still in good spirits in the new clothes, and couldn't help stretching out his hands to welcome Xuanxuan.

But Xuanxuan's young figure jumped over Ye Nanhuai's hands and rushed towards Leng Nuan.

Leng Nuan picked up her son and couldn't help kissing Xuan Xuan's face again and again:

"My dear son, Mommy misses you!"

Ye Nanhuai's hand was awkwardly raised in the air. At this moment, Father Ye's voice suddenly came from the door of the ward:

"What happened to that hand?"