166. Chapter 166 The Three-legged Toad (please give me monthly votes, please recommend votes)

Author: Lao Tuan

Chapter 166 The Three-legged Toad (please give me monthly votes, please recommend votes)

Xu Hongdou's room.

Zhang Wentao sat in a corner of the sofa, his face full of jealousy.

His aunt took the video and saw the shy Xu Hongdou, she smiled so brightly and so happy.

Without saying a few words, Zhang Wentao, who was bored by himself, consciously got out of the way.

On the screen, Zhang Xin was obviously an elder, but she was embarrassed to act like Xu Hongdou, who was more red than her cheeks.

Her hands are not big, and she can cover the corners of her mouth, but she can't cover the smile at the corners of her eyes.

Zhang Wentao took a look at him with a taste of taste, but he didn't know how many crow's feet grew tonight, his aunt who was smiling and almost couldn't see her eyes.

Zhang Xin smiled for a long time before she got back to normal and started chatting with Xu Hongdou.

Compared with her appearance on the screen, the chat seems to be a little straight to the point. The meaning inside and outside is that they hope that the two will return to BJ as soon as possible, and it is best that parents of both parties will meet as soon as possible.

After hearing this, Xu Hongdou, who was very shy, took a lot of effort to bring back the topic.

Her expression now is a little nervous when she sees the elders, a little shy when she sees the other parents, and a little embarrassed because of the other party's excessive enthusiasm.

The two had just dated for a few days, and if they had settled down like this, it would have been too hasty... But she was very understanding and knew in her heart that this was the inherent thought of the older generation.

It's neither good nor bad, it just seems a little anxious.

"Auntie, I'm traveling here. Then I'll go back to BJ with Wentao to see you."

"Daughter, Wen Tao has a lot of things to do, and he always keeps his words in his heart. If he makes you angry, tell your aunt, don't let yourself down." Zhang Xinping recovered his excited heart and finally said a long sentence.

"Okay, aunt."

Xu Hongdou responded with a smile, and after saying that, she turned her head and gave Zhang Wentao a look, as if saying: Look, even your aunt talks about you, it’s so pretentious.

"Haha..." Zhang Wentao also responded to this look.

His voice was very small, but Zhang Xin still noticed Xu Hongdou's sudden frowning expression in the video, so she said, "Daughter, give him the phone number, I'll say a few words to him."

"Okay, aunt."

When Xu Hongdou heard Zhang Xin's words, she smiled knowingly and quickly handed the phone to Zhang Wentao.

After leaving the screen, she let out a long breath and relaxed a lot.

And...she felt that she could quickly appreciate the scene of Zhang Wentao being cleaned up again.

"Aunt..."

Sure enough, Zhang Wentao was honest like a child after the phone call, but this guy was really bad. He deliberately switched the video chat to voice and said in his ear:

"Don't worry, Hongdou and I are fine. Don't worry, I will take her back to see you and Dad after a while."

"Taozi, don't be fooled by me. Don't you cherish such a handsome girl? Did you hear it? If you lose it, you can't even look for lanterns!"

Zhang Xin looked at the blackout of the phone screen, and her tone was not as gentle as before.

Listening to the harsh scolding sounds on the phone, Zhang Wentao curled his lips and looked for them with a lantern... It's not a three-legged toad...

However, he only dared to comfort himself, saying that he did not dare to say it, nor did he dare to do that.

He is not Xu Hongdou's ex-boyfriend, he is like a fool.

"Don't worry, my aunt. I understand, you and dad should rest quickly."

"You have a little clue in your heart. You are so adult, don't always worry your aunt, do you hear that?"

"I understand, my aunt, don't worry." Zhang Wentao glanced at Xu Hongdou, who covered his mouth and laughed, and said embarrassedly: "Don't worry, my aunt, I really won't lie to you.

OK, Hongdou urges me to rest early.

I'll hang up first!

Say hello to me, my dad and my brother.

Uh-huh."

As he said that, he pressed the hangup button.

When Xu Hongdou heard that Zhang Wentao actually used himself as a shield, she angrily hit the other party, pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "Why are you like this? No wonder you say you don't tell the truth."

After the words came to her, she felt that she was not relieved when she beat her and wanted to hit her again.

As a result, as soon as the little hand that he waved was in the air, Zhang Wentao grabbed it and was hugged by the other party.

Looking in front of him, the blush on Xu Hongdou's face that had not yet faded gradually rose. Zhang Wentao also found that the two of them seemed a bit ambiguous, as if they were the same as last night.

However, the other party's cherry lips slightly raised...

...

This night.

Zhang Wentao was not sleeping soundly at all.

He was not catching a cold at first, but he caught a little cold, and after drinking the ginger soup, he felt hot inside.

Plus.

On the bed, he tossed and turned even more when he was driven back.

In that regard, he was not in a hurry...but this was a complicated psychology and a very complicated matter.

Anyway, no matter what, I still feel a little disappointed when I was kicked out.

But he could also understand that Xu Hongdou was in love but was unwilling to develop to that point so quickly, which was also her reason.

But this does not affect the relationship between the two.

He knew that it was not just frogs that could be cooked slowly with a warm fire, and he couldn't be anxious to cook a pot of rich chicken soup.

The same is true for feelings.

A husband is a man, a man is a man.

By chance, I met the right person and wanted to spend the rest of my life with her instead of a dewy love relationship.

Perhaps the answer is hidden in the second half of the sentence "Fate is God's will, and it is man-made."

And the more he thought about the second half of the sentence, the more Zhang Wentao tossed and turned on the bed.

Ginger soup is like eating arsenic, which is an exaggeration, but ginger does contain a lot of ingredients that promote blood circulation and sweating.

Zhang Wentao, who had been unable to sleep for a long time, finally had to run to the bathroom. After taking a shower, he felt comfortable.

But he was sleepless and had no choice but to go back to bed.

Instead, I sat on the sofa, picked up the stack of information, and carefully read it one by one.

He felt that maybe the future of the two people was hidden in it.

So this time he looked very carefully.

...

On a rainy night, tiny drops of water filled the air.

The forest began to gush out of fog at night.

Yesterday, when Xie Liang saw dark clouds falling during the day and heard the sound of rain outside the kitchen, he decided to return to Yunmiao Village after work and return to the old house where no one was living.

Early in the morning, before dawn, he got up just after the alarm clock rang.

Put on a raincoat, put on rain boots that didn't fit, and put on the bamboo basket woven by my grandparents on my back. I walked out of the house in the dark before the chickens crowed.

After the rain, in the woods in the mountains, although the best time to pick is 2-3 days after the rain.

But at this moment, the mushrooms that were already a little impatient have drilled out of the moist soil.

I was afraid that after a while, Xie Liang, who was afraid that the mushrooms in the woods near the village would be glowed. Taking advantage of the faint light in the sky in the early morning, he looked at the thick fog with a slight chilling fog that emerged from the mountains and forests, and couldn't help but touch the cell phone in his pocket.

"If I had known that the weather was so bad today, I should have gone out later..."

"I don't know if the master likes the mushrooms here."

After muttering in a low voice, he looked in the direction of the village, then took out his cell phone from his pocket, turned on the lighting, and quietly got into the woods...

...

Why, the more I write, the more I am afraid that I will not write well. Is it because of the pressure you put on me? Or is it because I am too pretentious?

(End of this chapter)
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