A tough little husband

Han Zeyu was about to go home and carefully packed his newly bought clothes. This color was indeed not resistant to staining. If he wore it in the village, the color would fade even when he walked to the village entrance, not to mention going up the mountain to hunt.

Well... at least the hem will turn into a gradient gray.

On the left side of Qingyun Cloth Shop is a shop selling rouge and powder, and on the right side is an old jewelry store.

There were several pieces of jewelry in the betrothal gift given by the Su family. Han Zeyu thought that he could just wear any one of them. He didn't want to wear complicated jewelry, so a simple hairpin was just right.

As soon as he stepped out of Qingyun Cloth Shop, he heard familiar voices at the door, and Han Zeyu instinctively retracted his foot.

Remembering that the hunter's wife had asked him to help bring back needles and thread, Han Zeyu walked to the counter and pretended to choose carefully. In fact, he stretched his ears and listened carefully to the conversation between the two people at the door.

"Brother, why haven't you come over yet? My legs are sore from standing so long."

"Don't worry, Min'er. Brother Yan might be stuck on something."

"Tsk~ What could possibly hold him back? It's that shrewd young lady who has everyone following her lead and is always bossing people around."

"Min'er, be careful with your words. This is a county town with many people and many gossips. Be careful that someone with ulterior motives might overhear you and use this as an excuse to make a fuss. It would be detrimental to Brother Yan."

"You're quite considerate of him, what a pity..."

Zhao Yan hurried over, raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling a little dry in the mouth. "Little sister, Ning'er, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Let's go in and talk."

"It's okay, not too long, but my legs are a little sore."

"Girl, you're the only one with a sharp tongue. I'll buy you a new piece of material later, so stop complaining."

"Hmph! That's pretty much it."

Qian Ning was the most attentive: "Why are you wiping your sweat with your sleeve? Where's your handkerchief?"

Zhao Yan waved his hand, feeling tired and unwilling to mention it anymore. Just now, Miss Sun complained that the stool was not clean, so she put a handkerchief on it.

The reason why Zhao Yan chose to evade the question was because the handkerchief was given to him by Qian Ning.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, Qian Ning's face still looked unhappy.

After Han Zeyu picked out his things and paid the bill, he thought to himself that it was just as the saying goes, "Enemies always meet." There were only a few people who didn't get along with each other, and now they all met together.

Since childhood, our teachers have taught us not to retreat in the face of difficulties, but to face them bravely, so Han Zeyu chose to walk over and confront the three of them face to face.

Taking advantage of the moment when the three of them were stunned, Han Zeyu rushed over, excitedly held Zhao Min'er's hand, and said affectionately: "Minjie, a day without seeing you feels like three years. I miss you so much after not seeing you for so long."

Zhao Miner widened her eyes in surprise, wondering why Han Zeyu was here?

When she realized what was happening, she desperately tried to pull Han Zeyu's hand away. What was going on? She had never realized that this man was mentally ill before, otherwise she would definitely stay away from him. Even if there were more advantages, she would not take advantage of him.

Han Zeyu sighed and shook his head regretfully. Just as he was about to take the opportunity to leave this place of trouble, he was unexpectedly grabbed by the arm.

"Brother Yu, can we find a place to talk?"

When he turned his head, he found that the owner of this hand was Zhao Yan. This time, it was Han Zeyu who tried his best to pull Zhao Yan's dirty hands away.

Damn it, he dared to touch me. I really want to chop off his claws.

I repeatedly reminded myself that this was not the end of the world, killing was against the law, and if I wanted to kill someone, I had to choose a dark and windy night and find a place where there was no one.

After successfully calming himself down, Han Zeyu said with a look of disgust, "What can I talk to you about? You're just a scumbag."

Han Zeyu strode away without looking back, without even glancing at the different expressions on the faces of the people.

Although several people had never heard of the term "dog scumbag", they knew it was not a good word just from the literal meaning.

Zhao Yan was surprised by Han Zeyu's change of attitude towards him. He couldn't accept it for a moment and felt a little angry in his heart.

Zhao Min'er was younger, and she just felt that the big trouble was finally gone, and she could finally buy things with peace of mind.

Qian Ning was mixed with joy and sorrow. He was happy that Han Zeyu was not polite to Zhao Yan. Given Zhao Yan's proud and arrogant personality, there was no possibility of the two of them getting back together.

What worried Qian Ning was Han Zeyu's attitude. From the moment they entered the door, Han Zeyu never even gave him a glance, as if he were air, completely ignoring his existence.

As soon as Zhao Miner picked up the fabric, she forgot her previous unpleasantness and chattered with Qian Ning to discuss the texture and pattern of the fabric.

Qian Ning was unhappy and dealt with Zhao Miner in a perfunctory manner. At the same time, he was thinking about Han Zeyu's affairs. It seemed that he should pay more attention.

Zhao Yan was also wondering why a person's temperament would change drastically in a short period of time, and he had always been concerned about how Han Zeyu got the chance to marry into the Su family.

Han Zeyu doesn't care about their thoughts. If they have the guts, just come and fight. If they insist on overestimating their own strength and trying to hit a rock with an egg, there is nothing he, a stinky and hard rock, can do. He can only let them feel what it feels like to have a bloody head.

Zhao was too lazy to say anything to Han Zeyu about his behavior of disappearing after dinner and coming back on time before the next meal. This kid is now like a dragon that can't be seen from head to tail.

While eating, Han Zeyu told his father about buying livestock and asked him to go to the city to choose one himself tomorrow.

Zhao and Han Cheng were shocked beyond words. It was like in the future someone took you to a 4S store with an unlimited black card, pointed at the cars inside and let you pick any one you wanted, and he would pay for it.

Looking at his parents' shocked expressions and his younger siblings' admiring expressions, Han Bazong shrugged indifferently, thinking how handsome he was.

No, the character setting can't be destroyed too drastically. He is no longer the macho man who can split the heads of zombies. Now he is a pure and innocent, delicate and slender, kind and sensitive young man. Remember! Remember!

The next day, Han Cheng followed Yu Ge'er into the city, thinking that he was just there to check things out, but he didn't expect that the boss would throw him at the livestock market, let him watch slowly, and then he ran away in an instant.

To buy a donkey or a mule, this is a question that really requires careful comparison. Han Cheng relaxed his mind and simply chose the animal seriously, thinking that Yu Ge'er would have to go home for dinner eventually, and he would always think of him while eating!

This child's personality is becoming more and more erratic. I don't know what the old ancestor sees in him. The old father sighed helplessly...

Han Zeyu here went to climb over the wall to meet her lover again, thinking that it was like Juliet climbing over the wall to see Romeo every now and then, which would damage his image.

But when he climbed over the wall and saw his poor little Baicai, the image issue was instantly thrown behind his mind. Nothing was more important than seeing his dear husband.

He is so unprincipled, he is in love, and he reflects deeply.