I went on a blind date with the wrong person and got married to a pig farmer.

"Call husband."

"Old handsome man, what are you looking for a beautiful woman for?"

Qin Che curled the corners of his mouth. Yang Cheng seemed to be in a good mood and it seemed that he was living well at home.

The village chief was still blowing a beer bottle with Wu Zheng next to him.

Qin Che pulled the clothes on his arm several times and told him to drink in moderation, but Wu Zheng was drunk and insisted on having a one-on-one bottle fight with the village chief. He had forgotten that his boss was present. All he had eyes for was the joy of drinking and the determination to defeat the village chief.

Qin Che sat behind the door, covering his mouth and talking on the phone with Yang Cheng:

"I told you to call me, why didn't you call me? It's already 9 o'clock in the evening."

"Busy! What do you want to see me for? If you have something to say, please report it. If not, I will dismiss the court. Hahahaha..."

Yang Cheng is in a good mood now.

When I beat the little fat boy during the day, the feeling of his hand was so fleshy, elastic and pleasant to touch. And the way he cried with snot running down his nose and looked aggrieved was so funny. I really wanted to beat him again.

Hehehe...

When you give birth to a son, you should touch his butt, knead his flesh, and pinch his hands every day... If he cries, don't let him cry, because crying is so noisy and ugly.

Oh no... why am I thinking so far ahead? There’s not even any sign of my son. I’m so sorry.

“Huff, huff, huff…”

Yang Cheng was holding his cell phone and laughing foolishly.

If Qin Che knew what she was thinking now, he would definitely come back to her to do another set of radio gymnastics.

As the saying goes, quantitative change leads to qualitative change.

As long as you sow enough seeds and sow them frequently, there will always be a few that will sprout early.

Qin Che heard Yang Cheng's giggling voice on the other end of the phone and asked curiously, "Why are you grinning? Tell me if you have anything happy to say, so that I can be happy too."

Yang Cheng told him about spanking Xiao Dundun.

"Hahaha... I was afraid that you would be bullied, but it turns out you bully others. Well... good fight. Last time he pooped on my car, and I didn't notice it until I was driving. It stinks!"

Dig it up.

Xiao Dun Dun is a walking poop machine. It poops wherever it goes.

"Oh, by the way, let me tell you something. This morning, I was riding my bike and saw a yellow-haired guy driving a yellow car. He was dressed very coquettishly, and his behavior was very... weird..."

I wonder if his butt hurts?!

"Oh?"

Qin Che exclaimed in surprise, "You saw him, he went home?"

"Do you know him?"

Qin Che didn't know him, but his mother knew his mother.

In addition to reading novels, Xu Fenfang also likes to play mahjong. One of her mahjong friends is Huangmao's mother.

A few years ago, she heard from Huangmao's mother that Huangmao had not been home for three years, but he would call home, and every time he called, he said that he didn't want to live anymore, that he was in so much pain, that life had no meaning, and that he wanted to die.

Xu Fenfang was puzzled because Huangmao's family lived in the same villa area as her, so they should not be short of money.

Although it is said that people without money have their own worries, and people with money have their own worries.

But, in comparison, rich people have fewer worries than poor people, right?

Having money can not only buy material things, but also spiritual things.

For example, love.

Huangmao has a girlfriend, they have been dating for seven or eight years, but they are in love.

His love was not bought, but earned through hard work.

But no amount of money can buy a life.

Huangmao's girlfriend died of cancer.

"So he became depressed and didn't go home for several years."

Yang Cheng was a little bit unbelievable.

Huangmao didn't seem depressed at all that day, and his mental state seemed to be even better.

"It must be him you saw that day. Somehow, he came back again, still with yellow hair. No one in our villa area dyes their hair in such a conspicuous color."

Yang Cheng tore off the mask, massaged it with both hands to absorb it, and said with emotion:

"You can't really tell. Some people may look cheerful on the surface, but they may be very sensitive and easily depressed in private."

"Well, I don't want to chat with you. You should go to bed early. Wu Zheng is drunk and started singing. I want to take him back."

"Uh?...Okay, you should get some rest too."

Zhuzhu Village.

In a private room.

Wu Zheng: "One worm, two worms, little worms like to drill holes... Village Chief Zhu, Village Chief, Chief, where is your hole? Oh? Here, this is your little nostril..."

Zhu Yaotian: "Three pigs, four pigs, fat pigs snoring on the road... Manager Wu, Wu Jing, Wu, where are you, oh? You are here, your belly is as big as a fat pig..."

Village chief: "Hey, ah, auntie ...

Qin Che: "...Village Chief, that's my thigh, don't touch it, you've drunk too much..."

Qin Che was in a corner behind the door, surrounded by several people, unable to move.

"Auntie..."

"Village Chief! Stop pulling, your pants are going to fall off! Where's the translator? Translator..."

Zhu Yaotian: "Have you not seen that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns; have you not seen that the white hair in the mirror in the hall is sad, which was black in the morning and turned into snow in the evening..."

Qin Che: “…”

Qin Che covered his trouser waist with both hands, wanting to cry but without tears: When can I go home?

Day three.

in the afternoon.

In the big park outside the villa area.

Yang Cheng was walking happily on the gravel road in the park, holding the little pig girl in his left hand and the chicken brother in his right hand.

These two days, Qin Che's aunt and his grandmother went shopping early and came back late, and they brought back several large bags of things.

All kinds of supplements, clothes, skin care products, jewelry... were bought in Qin Fenqiang's shopping mall, using his black gold card. Anyway, it didn't cost much, and I always went home beautiful.

Yang Cheng was also very happy. No one came to cause trouble, so he came here every afternoon to walk the pigs and chickens.

Brother Ji tucked his buttocks between his legs and followed behind the little pig girl, walking in an awkward manner.

It's embarrassing, it's really embarrassing.

In order to prevent it from urinating and defecating anywhere, Yang Cheng made a special mask and put it on the back of its butt.

Brother Ji asked why the little piggy girl didn't want to use a condom, but he wanted to use one himself, and the little piggy girl laughed:

You, brother Chicken, have never seen the world. I am a pet pig, specially trained. If I want to poop, I just need to say "um" twice to my owner. I can find the toilet and squat in the toilet by myself.

The chicken was indifferent. It couldn't do it. Its natural body structure prevented it from holding its feces. As long as it wanted to poop, it had to do it immediately, without waiting for a moment.

After Yang Cheng thoughtfully prepared the outdoor equipment for Brother Ji, he is now humming a song and walking in the park in small steps.

She looked at the rockery, admired the lake, and smelled the sweet-scented osmanthus...

Now she saw a fisherman.

A fisherman dressed in yellow.

Yellow hair, yellow eyebrows, yellow clothes, yellow fishing rod, yellow plastic bucket.

"Hi, nice to see you again. Are these your left and right guards? So funny."

Yang Cheng: "...Thank you for your praise of them."

Because he was a patient, Yang Cheng endured it and even felt a little sympathy for him.

I wonder if the depressed Huangmao is happy or unhappy now?

Suddenly, Huangmao squatted down and said, "This is a chicken. It has tight skin, delicious meat, and bright hair. Shall we roast it?"