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"what?"

"Su Huiwen was domestically abused? Is that correct?"

Song Fuyu seriously suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

What Aunt Wu said made her feel very incredible. After all, Su Huiwen's cursing voice was not hearsay, but she had heard it with her own ears.

"You heard right, she fooled everyone."

"She was probably afraid that we would know about her domestic violence, so she made a big fuss to cover up the truth."

"But what does she want?"

This makes Song Fuyu a little incomprehensible. Shouldn't a normal person stand up against domestic violence and find someone to seek help?

What kind of weird idea is she protecting her abuser?

Choosing to hide it after being beaten and not face the truth, in her opinion, would only make Tang Aiguo more indulgent. Anyway, after beating the person, there would be no punishment and he would even be forgiven.

It feels really impossible to say that Su Huiwen loved Tang Patriot, otherwise she would not have been pregnant with someone else's child before marriage.

"My guess is it's for the kids."

"She has a good reputation and is very strong-willed. She looks down on people who are not as good as her. She definitely doesn't want outsiders to know how miserable her family is."

"You also know the situation in the family home. As long as someone knows about it, it will spread throughout the entire family home in a short time. I guess it will be more difficult for her to accept that she was beaten by Tang Aiguo than that she was beaten by Tang Aiguo."

Su Huiwen offended a lot of people in the family home, both overtly and covertly. If everyone knew that she was beaten by men in turn, most of those who couldn't stand her would just gloat about her misfortune, and they might even come to her to make some sarcastic remarks.

Song Fuyu didn't want to guess what Su Huiwen's mentality was. Anyway, it was definitely true that her brain was abnormal.

If it is really for the children, we should stand up against domestic violence.

Judging from Tang Meimei's character of not having contact with outsiders, this incident has already affected her, but she just doesn't know how to say it.

At night, Song Fuyu was lying on the bed and told Yan Ziyuan about Su Huiwen. Even he was a little surprised.

"Don't think about their family's affairs. Neither of them are normal people. We will never see each other again. When the house next door is vacated, new neighbors will move in."

"That guy Xiaobai is fighting with Uncle Li for the house next door."

"Can it be done?"

"It can't happen, even if he talks about it, he's not at the right level."

"Ok."

"Pity?"

"It's not a pity, I just think Xiaobai and the others have less things to do and will be better neighbors."

"It's okay. Don't worry about the people who will move in later. Uncle Li will definitely help check it."

"Go to sleep."

After not lying on the same bed for more than ten days, Yan Ziyuan wanted to hold her to sleep, but because she was injured, he was afraid of hurting her, so he settled for the next best thing and held her uninjured right hand.

"Ziyuan, are you asleep?"

After lying on the bed holding hands for half an hour, she didn't feel sleepy at all.

"Didn't sleep."

He would fall asleep after her breathing calmed down every time.

"I slept too much during the day, and now I can't sleep."

"Close your eyes and think about nothing quietly."

"Are there times when you can't sleep?"

"Yes, but relatively few."

"Then what did you do when you couldn't sleep before?"

"Go outside and run ten laps. If you still can't sleep, run another ten laps. When you're tired, you'll fall asleep."

Well, the method is crude, but it does work.

"I used to like counting sheep when I couldn't sleep. Sometimes I fell asleep while counting, but it was also easy to be controlled by the sheep because I forgot how many sheep I had counted and had to start over. As a result, I couldn’t sleep even more.”

"Counting sheep? How to count?"

"It's one sheep, two sheep, three sheep...keep counting down."

"But I have never counted more than two hundred. I often start to get knotted when I count more than 100."

"Why count sheep? The effect of counting sheep should be the same, right?"

"How could it be the same?"

"Counting them is boring. Sheep are very gentle animals. Counting them makes people feel more secure."

One thing Yan Ziyuan learned after being with her was that he should never try to reason with her, because there are only two endings. One is that she continues to tell you until you win. Furthermore, she gets angry after the fight, so the best way to live in harmony is to say that everything she says is right.

"I don't want to count sheep today. Tell me a story."

"Well, you close your eyes."

Song Fuyu closed his eyes obediently.

Yan Ziyuan wouldn't tell the kind of fairy tales she heard when she was a child. She would only tell stories about when he first joined the army.

He was only 15 years old at that time. He didn't understand anything at first and often got into all kinds of troubles.

Fortunately, their monitor at the time was a very good person. Seeing that he was young, he often helped him take the blame.

It's a pity that such a good person died in a mission seven years ago. For this, Yan Ziyuan shed tears for the first time since joining the army.

He talked about the past in a gentle voice, and when he noticed that his lover's breathing became steady next to him, he tucked her into bed and closed his eyes.

When he woke up the next day, Song Fuyu had no idea when he fell asleep last night.

It seems that if you can't sleep in the future, you can let him tell stories, which will have a good hypnotic effect.

"Fuyu, did you sleep well last night?"

Wu Hong also heard that she couldn't wake up in the hospital and was very worried about it.

"Slept well."

"That's good."

"Go and wash up quickly. I'll eat the muffin you taught me to make this morning. I added a little milk powder to it and cooked a pot of millet porridge."

"Aunt Wu, you will make me dependent on you, and I will definitely not want to work even more in the future."

"Haha, that's good. Your brother and sister-in-law are not around us anyway, so I just treat her as a daughter."

Song Fuyu fulfilled Wu Hong's fantasy about her daughter, both in appearance and personality.

"Brother Mingjun and Brother Minglang are working so hard. They used to be jealous of Ziyuan, but now they have another person competing with them for favor."

"They keep them busy working all day long and don't even know they come back to see us."

"Go and wash up quickly. Ziyuan and your Uncle Li will be back in a few minutes."

Wu Hong asked her to go to the bathroom to wash up and continued making waffles.

"smell good."

As soon as the door opened, Li Yunhua smelled the sweet fragrance wafting in the air.

"Hey...you are the ones who are close, I am the fake one."

"Your Aunt Wu is very messy when cooking for me at home. She usually just makes some porridge in the morning and then gives me some pickles to finish. Sometimes the porridge is from the night before."

"You bad old man, I heard you arranging my voice in the kitchen."

"It's unfair. I don't dare to arrange it for you. I'm just stating the facts."

"Just be content with porridge and pickles. If it weren't for the fact that you shoulder the important task of making money to support the family, I would be too lazy to get up and cook in the morning."