Asking for a divorce on the way to exile, finding a husband is a great pleasure

In Maoer Village, it was almost lunchtime when Shen Yitian and the others returned to the village.

When Ye Lingqiu came back, he saw that she was asleep, so he drove the carriage much slower and went to the town to buy some meat, rice, noodles, etc., so it took a lot of time.

As soon as he arrived at the rented courtyard, Fuguier rushed towards him.

"Sister Shen, you're back!"

Seeing his warm and friendly look, no one would associate him with the naughty kid who snatched Shen Yitian's meat buns.

However, what greeted him was a crisp snap of Shen Yitian's fingers.

"Ah! Sister Shen, you hit me again!" Fuguier covered his forehead and protested dissatisfiedly.

It really hurts to be hit like this, and: "They say that children who are often hit on the head will become stupid!"

Shen Yitian smiled and said, "That's them. It has nothing to do with you."

Fuguier was amused: "Sister Shen, do you mean that I am very smart and won't become stupid?"

Shen Yitian shook her head and said, "No, I mean you're already stupid enough, you can't be any more stupid than you are now!"

"Sister Shen!" Fuguier stomped his feet in anger, but he could only stomp his feet.

Let's hit her head. There is a huge height difference between him and Shen Yitian. Unless the other party squats down, he can't hit her at all.

No matter what he said, he couldn't win the argument, so he could only stomp his feet.

Fortunately, Shen Yitian didn't want to keep teasing him. She just said a few words to him and let him go into the yard with her.

The new house has not been completed yet, so Shen Yitian can only live in this rented courtyard.

When Shengsheng saw them coming back, she came up to greet Shen Yitian and then hurried to make tea.

Shen Yitian took out a bag of malt sugar and a bag of sugared hawthorn balls and stuffed them into Fuguier's pockets.

"This is a snack I brought for you. Take it back. If my sister doesn't cry, you can eat it together. If my sister cries, you can eat it with the friends from the second branch of the Song family, and don't give it to her."

In Maoer Village, it was almost lunchtime when Shen Yitian and the others returned to the village.

When Ye Lingqiu came back, he saw that she was asleep, so he drove the carriage much slower and went to the town to buy some meat, rice, noodles, etc., so it took a lot of time.

As soon as he arrived at the rented courtyard, Fuguier rushed towards him.

"Sister Shen, you're back!"

Seeing his warm and friendly look, no one would associate him with the naughty kid who snatched Shen Yitian's meat buns.

However, what greeted him was a crisp snap of Shen Yitian's fingers.

"Ah! Sister Shen, you hit me again!" Fuguier covered his forehead and protested dissatisfiedly.

It really hurts to be hit like this, and: "They say that children who are often hit on the head will become stupid!"

Shen Yitian smiled and said, "That's them. It has nothing to do with you."

Fuguier was amused: "Sister Shen, do you mean that I am very smart and won't become stupid?"

Shen Yitian shook her head and said, "No, I mean you're already stupid enough, you can't be any more stupid than you are now!"

"Sister Shen!" Fuguier stomped his feet in anger, but he could only stomp his feet.

Let's hit her head. There is a huge height difference between him and Shen Yitian. Unless the other party squats down, he can't hit her at all.

No matter what he said, he couldn't win the argument, so he could only stomp his feet.

Fortunately, Shen Yitian didn't want to keep teasing him. She just said a few words to him and let him go into the yard with her.

The new house has not been completed yet, so Shen Yitian can only live in this rented courtyard.

When Shengsheng saw them coming back, she came up to greet Shen Yitian and then hurried to make tea.

Shen Yitian took out a bag of malt sugar and a bag of sugared hawthorn balls and stuffed them into Fuguier's pockets.

"This is a snack I brought for you. Take it back. If my sister doesn't cry, you can eat it together. If my sister cries, you can eat it with the friends from the second branch of the Song family, and don't give it to her."

In Maoer Village, it was almost lunchtime when Shen Yitian and the others returned to the village.

When Ye Lingqiu came back, he saw that she was asleep, so he drove the carriage much slower and went to the town to buy some meat, rice, noodles, etc., so it took a lot of time.

As soon as he arrived at the rented courtyard, Fuguier rushed towards him.

"Sister Shen, you're back!"

Seeing his warm and friendly look, no one would associate him with the naughty kid who snatched Shen Yitian's meat buns.

However, what greeted him was a crisp snap of Shen Yitian's fingers.

"Ah! Sister Shen, you hit me again!" Fuguier covered his forehead and protested dissatisfiedly.

It really hurts to be hit like this, and: "They say that children who are often hit on the head will become stupid!"

Shen Yitian smiled and said, "That's them. It has nothing to do with you."

Fuguier was amused: "Sister Shen, do you mean that I am very smart and won't become stupid?"

Shen Yitian shook her head and said, "No, I mean you're already stupid enough, you can't be any more stupid than you are now!"

"Sister Shen!" Fuguier stomped his feet in anger, but he could only stomp his feet.

Let's hit her head. There is a huge height difference between him and Shen Yitian. Unless the other party squats down, he can't hit her at all.

No matter what he said, he couldn't win the argument, so he could only stomp his feet.

Fortunately, Shen Yitian didn't want to keep teasing him. She just said a few words to him and let him go into the yard with her.

The new house has not been completed yet, so Shen Yitian can only live in this rented courtyard.

When Shengsheng saw them coming back, she came up to greet Shen Yitian and then hurried to make tea.

Shen Yitian took out a bag of malt sugar and a bag of sugared hawthorn balls and stuffed them into Fuguier's pockets.

"This is a snack I brought for you. Take it back. If my sister doesn't cry, you can eat it together. If my sister cries, you can eat it with the friends from the second branch of the Song family, and don't give it to her."

In Maoer Village, it was almost lunchtime when Shen Yitian and the others returned to the village.

When Ye Lingqiu came back, he saw that she was asleep, so he drove the carriage much slower and went to the town to buy some meat, rice, noodles, etc., so it took a lot of time.

As soon as he arrived at the rented courtyard, Fuguier rushed towards him.

"Sister Shen, you're back!"

Seeing his warm and friendly look, no one would associate him with the naughty kid who snatched Shen Yitian's meat buns.

However, what greeted him was a crisp snap of Shen Yitian's fingers.

"Ah! Sister Shen, you hit me again!" Fuguier covered his forehead and protested dissatisfiedly.

It really hurts to be hit like this, and: "They say that children who are often hit on the head will become stupid!"

Shen Yitian smiled and said, "That's them. It has nothing to do with you."

Fuguier was amused: "Sister Shen, do you mean that I am very smart and won't become stupid?"

Shen Yitian shook her head and said, "No, I mean you're already stupid enough, you can't be any more stupid than you are now!"

"Sister Shen!" Fuguier stomped his feet in anger, but he could only stomp his feet.

Let's hit her head. There is a huge height difference between him and Shen Yitian. Unless the other party squats down, he can't hit her at all.

No matter what he said, he couldn't win the argument, so he could only stomp his feet.