438: C438 Chinese Radish

C438 Chinese Radish

Clearing his throat, Zhao Jun said seriously, "Qingyan, do you like Lin Fei?"

"Ah!" Zhao Qingyan jumped up. She never expected that her father, Zhao Jun, would ask such a question.

"Qingyan, let me tell you, Lin Fei already has a wife, you must not have any thoughts towards him."

Zhang Pingcui warned, his voice full of sternness.

Zhao Qingyan blushed, waved her hand and denied it, "Dad, mom, what are you talking about? "No matter who I like, it's impossible for me to like that little farmer Lin Fei."

"Look at your tone, then look at your face. If you say you don't like Lin Fei, who would believe you?"

Zhao Jun pointed at the flushed face of his daughter, Zhao Qingyan, and was speechless.

He didn't mind who his daughter Zhao Qingyan liked.

However, if his daughter liked someone with a wife, he would definitely oppose it.

"Qingyan, I don't believe that you don't like Lin Fei either." Zhang Ping rolled his eyes at his daughter, Zhao Qingyan.

"I said I don't like it, but I don't like it." Zhao Qingyan's thoughts had been seen through by her parents, so her voice turned louder.

"Alright, alright, alright. You don't like it. I'll believe it, okay? "Since you do not like Lin Fei, you should avoid meeting Lin Fei in the future. Did you hear that?"

Although Zhao Jun said that he believed Lin Fei, he did not believe that his daughter Zhao Qingyan did not like Lin Fei at all.

If his daughter really didn't like Lin Fei, she wouldn't have such a huge reaction.

As someone who had experienced many things, if he couldn't see this point, then it would mean that he had wasted so many years of his life.

In order to stop the gossip in the village, Zhao Jun had his daughter Zhao Qingyan meet with Lin Fei less.

"Right, right, Qing Yan, don't you meet with Lin Fei in the future. All the people in our Zhao Family are innocent."

Zhang Pingcui also agreed with her husband, Zhao Jun. She did not want her daughters, Zhao Qingyan and Lin Fei, to gossip to spread in the village.

"Who would want to meet that little farmer Lin Fei!" Zhao Qingyan snorted and walked towards her bedroom with her chest puffed out.

After entering the bedroom, Zhao Qingyan closed the curtains tightly.

Then, her body fell onto the bed. She wanted to cry, she wanted to curse Lin Fei, she wanted to hit him.

"Lin Fei, you are just a playboy." Zhao Qingyan picked up a pillow on the bed with one hand and started beating it with the other.

It was as if, at this moment, what she was beating was not a pillow, but Lin Fei himself.

At the same time.

Lin Fei did not know that someone was beating him up like a pillow.

After returning home, he walked into his bedroom and saw Xiao Qianrou with her eyes closed. Her slender white hands were rubbing her temples.

"Hubby, you're back." Xiao Qianrou calmly said.

"Wife, I'm back." Lin Fei placed the instant noodles he bought back in front of Xiao Qianrou, and said with a smile: "Wife, this is the instant noodles I bought for you."

Taking the instant noodles from Lin Fei, Xiao Qianrou stopped rubbing his temples.

She raised her head and looked at Lin Fei, and suddenly asked, "Hubby, do you have nothing to say to me?"

"Say what?" Lin Fei did not understand.2

"Pa! Pa!"

Xiao Qianrou threw the two bags of instant noodles in front of Lin Fei.

"You're dishonest. Kneel on the instant noodles." Xiao Qian Rou pulled down her face, narrowed her eyes, and said angrily as she looked at Lin Fei.

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