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"I hope after listening to this," the woman lowered her head and lowered her voice, "you won't be angry with me."

Zheng Hang was shocked, and the fear of parting ways with his wife came over him again, making his face look very stiff.

The woman noticed the change in her husband's expression, and her heart was in her throat, but this matter had already made her breathless, and she had to confess to her husband today.

"I'm so sleepy. Can we talk about it next time?" Zheng Hang begged.

But to Zhou Yuxuan, these words sounded very cold.

The worst possible outcome gradually emerged in the woman's mind, and these days of fear made her very tormented.

Zhou Yuxuan ignored her husband's refusal, looked into his eyes, and said pitifully: "I have never had any ex-boyfriends. You are my first love."

Time stood still, and the minute and second hands on the wall clock were like donkeys pulling a mill, turning round and round in an orderly manner.

The tense string in Zheng Hang's mind snapped. A current flowed from his limbs to his brain, and a crackling sound echoed in his mind. His wife's words seemed to come from another planet. The man confirmed:

"I'm the only one you're in love with?"

"Yes." Zhou Yuxuan's face paled at her husband's shocked reaction. "Back then, everyone around me had found a partner, and my friends often organized parties to introduce me to potential partners. But I just couldn't find the right one. After a few attempts, my friends' enthusiasm started to wane, but they were too embarrassed to stop introducing me. Some even started to blame me for having high standards, otherwise they would have found someone for me long ago."

The woman's tone was full of helplessness. In fact, it was her friends who started it from the beginning, and she was just a tool.

"So to avoid a worse situation, I lied and said I had a boyfriend who was posted in Africa."

Hearing this, Zheng Hang looked very proud. His wife was not only cute, but also very smart.

"Zheng Hang, maybe the fact that I made up my boyfriend made a conditioned reflex in my brain, so when we first met, I said I was sad because of the breakup. In fact, I was just lamenting why the person I love hasn't appeared yet."

"I know I lied to you, you can be as angry as you want."

"Hahahaha..." Zheng Hang laughed heartily, "Thank you, my lovely wife. How could I be angry with you?"

The man held his wife's hand and asked, "Is this what has been bothering you lately?"

Zhou Yuxuan nodded honestly.

Zheng Hang held her in his arms. "I'm sorry, I should have talked to you earlier." He then placed a kiss on his wife's forehead. "I want to tell you that no matter what happens, you are always the loveliest person in my heart."

……

After Mei Ling'er finished her broadcast, she saw the time wasn't even nine yet, but she was already feeling groggy. Could it be the soil and water? Once back in the countryside, her body automatically adjusted its biological clock.

Mei Ling'er slept until dawn and was awakened by the first ray of morning sunlight. When she opened her eyes, she was no longer sleepy.

The old man with a white beard looked at her and said, "Your hometown is truly a great place for spiritual practice. Now that you've woken up, would you like to join me in the vegetable garden to meditate?"

"Vegetables... vegetable garden?" Mei Ling'er was surprised. "I don't want to be thought of as a lunatic by the villagers. Although my vegetable garden is well hidden, it's inevitable that passersby will see it."

"Do you know how terrible the rumors in the village are?" Mei Ling'er stretched out her hands and made the Nine Yin White Bone Claw gesture. Her facial features twisted together, making her look like a hideous witch.

"Hahahaha!" The white-bearded old man laughed loudly, then said seriously, "But we have to find a place to practice. According to what you just said, other people may see you anywhere outside your room, but your room..."

Mei Ling'er followed his gaze and looked around her room. The bed and wardrobe took up almost 90% of the space, with the dressing table and full-length mirror tucked away in the corner. She said sheepishly:

"Hehe... there's probably not enough room for both of us here."

"But it doesn't matter, everything is according to my plan!"

meow~

Bingbing jumped onto the bed and put her feet on the quilt in front of Mei Linger's chest: "What's the plan?"

“Build a new house!”

"Ling'er, what are you yelling about so early in the morning?"

The moment Mei's mother pushed the door open, the figure of the old man with white beard suddenly disappeared.

The woman looked at her daughter, who was lying in bed with her hands raised straight up, and said with a disdainful tone, "Are you still going to sleep? If not, get up. I've even made breakfast for you."

Mei Ling'er picked up the phone under the pillow and saw that it was not yet seven o'clock.

"It's still a little cold this morning," he said, putting his hands under the quilt. "Mom, you go do it. I'll get dressed first."

Before leaving, the woman gave Mei Ling'er a look that contained a mother's warning.

"Really?" Mei Ling'er pouted and muttered as she climbed out of the bed. "Since I told you to get dressed, I will definitely get up. Why do you distrust me so much?"

What Mei Ling'er didn't expect was that staying at home was not much easier than going to work. Recently, the village was carrying out new rural construction. Huge construction vehicles and excavators often appeared on the road, bringing gusts of dusty wind, blowing the front and back of the house yellow.

Mei Ling'er roughly counted and found that from the time she got up to the time she finished her meal, in less than an hour, she had swept the floor three times.

Moreover, when she washed her face and hands today, she used a basin to collect water and then poured the water onto the yellow cement road, which could reduce the amount of dust that entered the screen window.

When she picked up the broom for the fourth time and was about to clean up the dead leaves in the yard, Haoxiang's mother sent her a private message.

[Master Ling, I'm already in my hometown. Is it convenient for me to connect with you live?]

Mei Ling'er hurriedly put on her wireless headphones and was about to request a live broadcast connection when she discovered that her mask was missing.

"Disciple, are you looking for that mask with the hair falling off?" the voice of the old man with white beard came, "I've wanted to throw it away for a long time."

"Why did you throw the mask at me?" Mei Ling'er shouted in a low voice, "I don't want to show my face in the live broadcast room."

The old man with white beard shook his head and said, "Master, I can teach you a mantra."

"Hurry up!" Mei Ling'er's tone was full of urgency, "Haoxiang's mother is still waiting for me."

"I'm coming right here." The white-bearded old man opened his mouth and chanted a strange spell. With smooth gestures, he pointed his fingertips at Mei Ling'er's face.

"Okay, I've chosen the Flower God Mask for you. Once you learn it, you can switch to it at will."

"it is good."