After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

The spring night was long and the moon was bright. The He family spent a quiet and peaceful night.

At least that's what Song Huiling thought.

He Zhan obtained a household registration document for A'mo and announced to the public that A'mo was rescued by him while he was on military duty.

Seeing that Ah-mo's parents had passed away and the He family had few children, Yang adopted Ah-mo as her adopted son.

As for Xin Sang, He Zhan has already dealt with it, and there will be no more enemies chasing A'mo in the future.

He Zhan didn't say how he settled the matter, and Song Huiling was tactful enough not to ask any further questions.

Looking at his haggard and tired face, you can tell that the process is not easy.

There were only two beds in the He family, so after A'mo stayed, he slept with He Zhan.

Seeing He Zhan kindly inviting A'mo to go to the east room together, Yang felt very relieved. Before turning off the lights and going to bed, she pulled Song Huiling aside to have a chat.

Although He Zhan and A'mo are of different generations, their age difference is not that big, and they can get along like brothers. She can finally feel relieved.

Song Huiling also echoed, who said it wasn't?

When the two first met, they fought so hard that the world was dark and they wanted to kill each other.

But in just a few days, their relationship has made rapid progress. When they entered the room just now, they were arm in arm. The relationship between the uncle and nephew is better than that of brothers who have been together for more than ten years.

But Song Huiling and Yang didn't know that all this was an illusion.

As the door of the east room was closed, the plastic friendship between He Zhan and A'mo was broken.

The kindness of the uncle and the filial piety of the nephew were both performed deliberately for Yang and Song Huiling to see.

In fact, both of them disliked each other very much and did not want to sleep with each other. They fought fiercely for the bed and even broke the wooden bed into pieces.

Worried about disturbing the people sleeping next door, the two men temporarily shook hands and made peace just before the wooden bed collapsed completely. They held up the shaky bed together, and then moved their hands down inch by inch until they placed the scattered wooden boards steadily on the ground.

In the end, neither of them was able to get a bed and was forced to sleep on the floor all night.

The next day.

Song Huiling got up from bed early and prepared to exercise after washing up.

As soon as he walked out of the house, he ran into He Zhan, who had just come out of the east room.

Song Huiling didn't know what to say, so she just waved and said good morning to him.

The next moment, He Zhan raised his head.

Song Huiling was so frightened that she took a few steps back tactically, her dark eyes filled with fear: "Did you go out to steal someone last night?"

He Zhan's face was covered with a layer of deep fatigue, with obvious dark circles under his eyes, tightly attached to his eyelids, as if he had been punched twice.

He seemed to be still asleep. After a long pause, he looked at Song Huiling belatedly. His eyes were half-closed, his look was confused and a little misty, and there were a few stiff hairs sticking up on his head.

Good... so good!

Early in the morning, Song Huiling was confused by the tearful gaze of the handsome guy.

He looked up and stared blankly at He Zhan, unable to speak for a long time.

It was not until He Zhan raised his hand, pinched her jaw, and slowly lifted it up to close her open mouth that Song Huiling woke up with a start.

"Nympho, your saliva is dripping." The sharpness in He Zhan's eyes returned to normal. He pressed his fingertips on her lips and rubbed them vigorously from one corner of her lips to the other.

Song Huiling's face fell instantly.

Such a handsome guy, but he has a mouth, why isn’t he a mute!

After Song Huiling finished washing up, A'mo also came out from the east room, with the same dark circles under his eyes as He Zhan.

"A'mo, did you also go out to have an affair last night?" Song Huiling almost couldn't hold it in. Could it be that the uncle and nephew had talked all night long by candlelight?

A'mo scratched his head with a painful look, pointed at He Zhan, and babbled: Sister Hui Ling, this bad guy bullied me!

Ever since A'mo started to gesture, Song Huiling became increasingly unable to guess what he was thinking.

Thinking about how He Zhan and A'mo seemed to have no communication obstacles yesterday, she felt that He Zhan should be able to understand sign language.

So he turned to look at He Zhan who was washing up and asked, "Do you know what A'mo is talking about?"

He Zhan raised his lips slowly and said, "Nothing. This kid was saying that he broke the bed last night and caused me to stay awake all night. He felt very sorry."

"Ah! How could this happen?" Song Huiling almost dropped his jaw in shock. No wonder these two people had such dark circles under their eyes!

She couldn't believe that such a good bed collapsed suddenly. She ran to the east room and pushed the door open to take a look.

My goodness, there were pieces of wood and broken bed legs scattered all over the place, the scene was extremely messy. If you didn’t know, you would think a wild boar ran into the house and roamed around.

How could she and Yang sleep so soundly last night? The bed was so collapsed, but neither of them heard anything!

outside the house.

A'mo glared at He Zhan fiercely, clenched his fists, and his fingers made a crackling sound.

He Zhan changed the basin of clean water and brought it to Ah Mo, with a smile on his lips: "Uncle, it's time to wash your face."

Wash your face, right?

A thought quickly flashed through his mind, and A'mo's expression instantly changed from gloomy to bright. He smiled and took the wooden basin from He Zhan.

He pretended to smile, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

Suddenly, the hand holding the wooden basin tightened violently, his expression changed, and with a ferocious look on his face, he poured the water in the basin towards He Zhan.

He Zhan seemed to have predicted A'mo's actions in advance, and he gently dodged by leaning sideways before the water splashed on him.

The water poured out of the wooden basin drew an arc in the air and then fell to the ground without wetting He Zhan's clothes at all.

At this time, a clear and pleasant voice sounded, and A'mo and He Zhan both turned around.

"A'mo, what are you doing?" Song Huiling had already walked out of the east room.

As soon as I came out, I saw A'mo holding a wooden basin in his hand. It seemed that he had just poured water into it, and the ground in front of him was wet.

She walked over and took the basin from Ah-Mo's hand. Her face was gentle, but her words were full of earnest advice: "Ah-Mo, the unwanted face washing water should be poured into the waste water tank and used when sweeping. Don't waste it like this next time. It's hard work for your nephew to fetch water."

A'mo frowned and shook his head frantically, looking like he was about to cry.

Song Huiling smiled, raised her hand and gently patted his shoulder, and said softly: "Amo, sister is not scolding you. It was my fault that I didn't tell you before. Now I tell you, you must not take it to heart."

He Zhan stood aside, with one corner of his lips slightly raised, his gloating expression too obvious.

At the same time, he felt somewhat smug, as if his wife loved him.

When A'mo caught a glimpse of He Zhan's expression, he became even more depressed.

Suddenly, Song Huiling turned his head and looked at He Zhan. His expression was serious, not as gentle as when he was facing Ah Mo. He scolded him in a deep voice: "You too, Ah Mo doesn't know, and you, as his nephew, don't know either? You didn't even bother to tell your uncle!"

The upturned corners of He Zhan's lips drooped little by little until they returned to a straight line.

And A'mo's originally drooping face gradually brightened up.

The smile never disappears, it just shifts from He Zhan's face to A'mo's face.

Song Huiling slung the wooden basin around his waist, and suddenly remembered something. He hushed the two people in front of him, "Let's all keep our voices down. Mother is still resting. She has been very upset these past two days. Let her sleep a little longer."