Substitute Bride: The Gentle Husband of the Evil Girl is Crazy and Wild

After changing positions, Li Xiaoyu blinked his clear eyes.

She looked at the man above her in confusion. His eyes were ruthless and his lips were affectionate. Her mind became clearer and clearer.

His sleepwalking was caused by an eye disease.

Now that my eyes are recovering, will I still sleepwalk?

Are you pretending or are there still some poison left?

Just as she was waiting for Gu Fei's next move and raising her leg to attack his lower body, she didn't know if this guy had kissed enough.

He carried Li Xiaoyu to the bed and sat her down, then he got on the bed.

Watch him lie down obediently, pull the quilt tightly around him, and close his eyes to sleep.

This series of operations made Li Xiaoyu laugh.

She raised her eyebrows, bit her lower lip lightly, and stared at the man as if trying to hold back a smile.

After a while, she shook her head helplessly: "You are becoming more and more amazing now."

She pursed her lips to hold back her laughter, blew out the oil lamp and went to bed.

Quarter of an hour later, hearing the even breathing of the woman beside him, Gu Fei slowly opened his eyes.

He turned sideways and faced Li Xiaoyu.

In the darkness, those beautiful eyes were slightly curved, with a tiny hook at the corners, like an invisible fox.

While he was sleeping, Li Wu couldn't find anyone in the village.

He left the village and headed towards the city.

He was wandering around in the dark without a torch, holding a pipe in his mouth and with a gloomy face, he walked very fast.

He didn't hear a sound along the way, he was even thinking.

Was Wang Guihua eaten by a wolf?

With a heavy sigh, he lowered his head and continued to look forward. Li Guangchang was not very courageous, and he was afraid of encountering something on the road, so he specially picked up a shoulder pole to take with him when he went out.

As Li Wu was walking, he suddenly heard crying in front of him.

He took a long sip of his cigarette, then immediately hid the pipe behind his back, squinting his eyes and looking forward again and again.

There is no moon tonight and nothing can be seen.

All he could hear was sobbing.

The more he listened, the more familiar it sounded. He immediately guessed that the crying woman was Wang Guihua. He cursed in a low voice, "I thought you were dead."

After saying that, he stepped back and sat down on a pile of stones.

He smoked his pipe one puff after another.

Li Guangchang guessed that Wang Guihua would not go looking for her daughters given her personality, so he went straight along the main road to look for her.

Halfway through the journey, I suddenly noticed some sparks lighting up in front of me.

He thought they were wolf eyes and shrank back in fear.

When he thought that Wang Guihua had never even walked at night, there was nothing for him to be afraid of a wolf. He gripped the carrying pole tightly with both hands, mustered up his courage and quietly moved forward.

As he got closer he could smell a thick scent of cigarette smoke in the air.

He hurriedly stopped, squatted on the edge of the field and looked forward, and heard the crying sound in front of him again.

He looked up quietly.

Although he couldn't see anything, relying on years of experience of being beaten, he recognized that it was Wang Guihua's voice.

At this moment, another angry and low voice came from his left front.

"Cry! What's the point of crying? Why don't you just slap me twice? I might feel better then."

Li Guangchang's eyes immediately widened into bells.

In a voice that only he could hear, he asked in surprise, "Dad?"

"Is this what Dad said?"

In Li Guangchang's impression, his father was the one who had the final say at home except when he was more reserved with his third sister.

At this time, the crying sound in front was getting louder and louder.

Seeing that his father did not go up to coax his mother to go home, and thinking of Li Wu's instructions, Li Guangchang did not go up either.

He was lying at the bottom of the slope of the field, holding a carrying pole.

Looking up at the night sky without even a single star, his heart felt empty and he sighed after a long time.

He said to himself, "Mom has lived to this age before she realized she didn't want to live with Dad anymore. So how old do I have to be before I know what I want?"

He couldn't think of anything and could only watch over them while holding the carrying pole.

After Sun Cuicui fell asleep, Li Mei opened her eyes and climbed out of bed quietly.

Open the door and close it gently with your little hands.

Afraid that the creaking sound of the door would wake up the person in bed, she left the door a crack.

When Li Guangchang left, he thought Li Wu was at home. Fearing that he would be discovered, he left a gap in the door, just enough for the little girl to squeeze out.

Once she left the Li family's house, she was no longer afraid of the dark.

I don’t know how many times I fell on the way before I stumbled to Gu’s house, knocking on the door while crying.

"Wuwuwu... Third Aunt, open the door."

"I'm Xiaomei... woo woo woo... Third Aunt."

The childish crying sound was particularly loud in the night, and Li Xiaoyu sat up from the bed immediately.

The sound was so loud that the little kid turned over.

He barked wildly through the main room door: "Woof woof woof..."

The big kid on the beam woke up too. It flew into the room through the window and chirped, "Someone is coming, someone is coming."

Gu Fei sat up, stretched out her hand to stop Li Xiaoyu, and said softly: "I'll go and take a look."

The little girl's crying made Li Xiaoyu's heart clench. She lit the oil lamp, frowned and shook her head at Gu Fei: "I'll go."

As soon as the door opened, the little guy rushed straight into her arms.

He sobbed and told her what happened that night, "Third... Third Aunt, my father went to look for grandma, and they haven't come back yet."

Hearing the sound outside, Gu Fei narrowed her eyes.

No wonder Li Wu came to me at that time.

After hearing this, Li Xiaoyu’s mind was in a daze for a moment.

She really didn't expect that Wang Guihua would ask Li Wu for a divorce, mainly because it was really not something she would do.

He wiped the tears from the little girl's face and carried her into the house.

She gently placed it on the bench, put the oil lamp on the table, and said in a soft and gentle voice with a slightly hoarse voice: "Be good, sit here for a while, I will change my clothes."

"Hmm," the little girl's nose turned red from crying.

The light from the oil lamp didn't reach far, and only a small part of it fell on the door of the room, allowing one to vaguely see what was going on inside.

Seeing Li Xiaoyu wearing a coat, Gu Fei said to her: "I'll go with you."

Li Xiaoyu refused without thinking: "No."

She fastened her belt and put the dagger back into her waist. She tilted her head to look at the door and said in a low and righteous voice, "You can't let others know that your eyes are recovering. It will alert the enemy."

Gu Fei certainly knew, and he replied: "I know my limits."

"That won't work either. This is my family affair. I can handle it myself."

In a word, the relationship between the two people is clearly defined.

She lowered her head and tightened the dagger at her waist. Gu Fei stood beside the bed, staring at her face reflected in the darkness with an expressionless face.

He put his left hand behind his back and his five fingers gradually tightened.

The raised veins on the back of his hand clearly showed his mental state at the moment.

Everything is ready and Li Xiaoyu is ready to leave.

She looked up at the man in front of her, and nothing could be seen on her delicate face. She raised her head and gently patted his shoulder.

She softened her voice and said, "Go to bed early and don't wait for me."

Gu Fei walked out of the main room and saw her holding a torch and carrying Li Mei on her back, leaving home without looking back.

He slowly sat down on the threshold.

His wrists were placed on his knees, his hands hung limply, and his usually proud head slowly lowered.