Luo Fengtang was startled.

"Who? Who said hello to me?" he asked.

He looked like a monk who was two feet tall and couldn't figure his head out.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes widened: "No way, at the pond earlier, a living person like her was chatting with you, and you even passed her..."

Luo Fengtang tried his best to recall, but still looked confused.

Then, he shook his head: "I really didn't pay attention. I only knew that women gathered together by the pond and it was so noisy."

"I didn't pay attention to who was who. I just saw you and Xiaoyu standing there, so I passed by."

He told the truth.

This this……

Yang Ruoqing was drunk.

The poor iron-faced wife is just trying to show off herself.

Soon, the carriage stopped at the entrance of the alley.

Luo Fengtang jumped out of the car and helped her take the wooden basin and the clothes in the bamboo basket out of the car.

He was very happy when he saw that there were still sheets and quilt covers from his and his uncle's bed.

"Hey, have you washed it again? It's so clean. It's great to have a wife who cares!" He murmured.

The sound was not loud, but it reached her ears.

She curled her lips.

My heart feels sad and sweet at the same time.

Silly boy, I will love you forever!

He helped her dry the clean clothes and sheets behind her house.

During this period, Mrs. Sun poked her head here.

I originally wanted to come over to help, but I saw someone was already helping my daughter.

The woman quickly retracted her head, secretly happy.
Chapter completed!