Rebirth at 70: I am the rough man’s treasure

"What are you talking about?"

Wu Shengqian stared at Yang Xiaotian in disbelief with a pair of drunken eyes.

She lowered her head and repeated in a low voice: "I said, you drank too much today, why don't you sleep in the house? If you are alone in the sheepfold at night, if something happens..."

"Sure! Just sleep in the house!"

Before she could finish her words, Wu Shengqian grinned and walked into the house, as if he was afraid that she would regret it.

Yang Xiaotian: "..."

She looked at the back of the man walking swiftly and murmured in her heart.

Is this man pretending to be drunk?

The two of them entered the house one after another. Yang Xiaotian quickly rushed to the edge of the kang and said with a straight face: "Let's talk about it first. It's okay to sleep together, but you can't..."

"What's not allowed?"

Wu Shengqian asked deliberately.

She suppressed her blush and growled angrily: "Stop pretending! Don't touch me, do you hear me?"

"I heard it, I heard it! I, Wu Da Scar, am a man after all. I spit out my words and nail my nails. How can I still keep my promise to you?"

After Wu Shengqian finished speaking with a smile, he got on the kang, and then said to Yang Xiaotian: "If you are afraid of the cold, come back later. I will lie down for a while, and the quilt will get hot soon."

Yang Xiaotian pursed her lips and said nothing, feeling soft again.

She said in a low voice: "No, I'm not that squeamish either."

She took off her shoes, crossed Wu Shengqian's body that was still like a hill after lying down, rolled to the inner side, and wrapped her quilt tightly.

The little daughter-in-law left the back of her head to herself, but Wu Shengqian stared at the black hair, his heart trembling.

"Little daughter-in-law."

"Ok?"

Yang Xiaotian's voice was a little tense.

"Just talk to me."

Wu Shengqian's mellow voice sounded a little nice in the quiet night.

Yang Xiaotian's heart was pounding, her body was as stiff as a piece of wood, and she said uncomfortably: "You tell me, I'm listening."

"Turn around, what should I say?"

Wu Shengqian took advantage of the situation.

Yang Xiaotian saw that he performed well today and thought about the tragedy of his mother's death in the labor camp. Her heart softened and she turned around with a blushing face.

The two of them were huddled together on a kang, their eyes facing each other, and their noses almost touching.

There was no light in the room, so Yang Xiaotian couldn't see the man's face clearly. She could only feel his narrow eyes, burning with fire, staring at her like a wolf staring at its prey.

Her heart suddenly beat loudly.

"What are you going to say?"

Yang Xiaotian wanted to say something to escape, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Wu Shengqian held her little head and kissed her fiercely.

Her mind went blank, and she only felt that her mouth was being pressed with such force that she could hardly breathe.

Her eyes widened, and before she could recover, a big hand got into her bed again, like a snake, burrowing into her clothes.

"Well!"

Yang Xiaotian was completely frightened. She struggled twice, but the man didn't move at all.Finally, she bit his lips hard, and he groaned and let her go suddenly.

"Little wife, I..."

Wu Shengqian was really attracted by her just now.

The person whom I had longed for was lying face to face with me, and when I spoke, I brought out a little fragrant heat and blew it directly into his face.

After drinking the wine, his blood was boiling all over his body, and he kissed her directly without thinking.

But at this moment, Wu Shengqian was half drunk, and looking at his young wife's red eyes, he felt so regretful that his intestines were blue.

"My little wife, I didn't mean it. Don't be angry..."

Seeing Yang Xiaotian huddled in the corner wrapped in quilt, he quickly got off the kang, lit the lamp, and reached out to pull her.

"go away!"

Yang Xiaotian grasped the corner of the quilt tightly with one hand and knocked off his big hand with the other.

Wu Shengqian seemed to have been bitten by a mosquito. Yang Xiaotian slapped his big hard hand hard, but the shock made his mouth numb and the palm of his hand hurt.

She suddenly felt even more aggrieved and complained angrily: "You bastard! You still say that you keep your word. You are just a villain who talks nonsense! A scoundrel! A gangster!"

Yang Xiaotian scolded and wiped her mouth vigorously, as if she thought he was dirty.

Wu Shengqian felt like he was being pricked with needles, and he explained helplessly: "I really didn't mean it. You saw it. I drank some wine tonight, so I..."

"Don't make excuses!"

Yang Xiaotian interrupted him fiercely.

Wu Shengqian knew that he was wrong this time and it was useless to say anything.

He sank for a while, put on his shoes and got off the ground. He stood on the edge of the kang and said, "Well, I won't annoy you anymore. I'll sleep in the sheepfold. You calm down first and we'll talk about it later." ?”

"You go, you go!"

Yang Xiaotian covered her head with the quilt and shouted to him with a cry.

Wu Shengqian didn't trust her, but he didn't dare to stay too long, so he walked out of the house without looking back.

He was lying on the low kang in the sheepfold, resting his head on his palm and looking at the roof of the shed, feeling very anxious.

When he was feeling confused just now, his wife seemed to be pushing his shoulders, making him tremble all over.

It seems that she is really scared, right?

Thinking that she was not yet twenty, she left her hometown and came to this freezing northeast, and she only knew him for two days, and he had a scar face that even dogs would be afraid of... He looked at her so anxiously She really deserves to die.

"Damn it! What have you done, Wu Da Scar?"

When Wu Shengqian thought of this, he closed his eyes and slapped himself hard.

Yang Xiaotian in the room also had her eyes wide open and could not sleep.

Just now, she was really scared!

On the one hand, he is afraid of Wu Shengqian, on the other hand...

When she was twelve or thirteen years old, a cousin from her stepfather's side climbed into her house through the window when the moon was dark and the wind was high.

She yelled, kicked and hit her, and finally drove her cousin away, but she was left with injuries all over her body. From then on, she fell into the root of her fear of men.

And the cousin's mother, in order to protect her son's reputation, even arranged it to the outside world, saying that she didn't learn well and seduced her cousin like a bitch.

In a small place, rumors spread quickly.

And since Yang Xiaotian is beautiful, it is easier for her to attract such gossip.

Since then, she has been criticized all the time, and she has developed a cowardly character.

If she hadn't died once, she would still be a snail huddled in its shell.

Yang Xiaotian couldn't think about these things in detail. When she thought about it, she gritted her teeth and wished she could go back and teach those who had bullied her a lesson.

She ordered herself not to think about it anymore. Just when she was about to close her eyes and sleep, she felt a dull pain in her stomach.

Her expression changed, and she looked down and saw that she was indeed menstruating.

Fortunately, Wu Shengqian is not in the room now, otherwise it would be really embarrassing.

Yang Xiaotian rubbed her face, stepped on the kang and lit the lamp. After changing her pants, she wanted to boil some hot water, wash up and go to sleep.

However, as soon as she took the match and lit the firewood, she heard a heavy knock on the door.

Wu Shengqian's tall and burly shadow was reflected on the window. He asked harshly and urgently outside: "My little wife, what's wrong with you?"