The husband was once beautiful, strong and miserable [through the book]

Yan Qing looked at the remaining half of the rice fields, nervously clutching Zhoumo's shirt, his bright and clear eyes were covered with mist, making him look extremely pitiful.

He was afraid that Zhou Mo would be angry, and he was afraid that the farm work would not be finished, so he couldn't stop biting his lips anxiously, and his pale lips turned blood from biting.

Yan Qing frowned and said in frustration, "...I'm sorry."

Seeing Yan Qing like this, Zhou Mo didn't think he was wrong at first, but when his eyes turned red, Zhou Mo felt like he had done something heinous.

The toughness of his mouth could no longer be hardened, Zhou Mo sighed, and asked, "Do you have to finish the farm work in the field?"

Yan Qing immediately raised his head when he heard the words, and looked at Zhou Mo eagerly, Shui Ling's eyes lit up suddenly, and there was an obvious hint of joy in his weak tone.

"Yes, if you do a little today, you can pay the food tomorrow."

Zhou Mo was a little uncomfortable being stared at, turned his face away, and didn't look at him, "... have a rest first."

Zhou Mo hugged Yan Qing, put him on the haystack beside the field, stretched out his hand to touch his head, and touched his forehead to test Yan Qing's body temperature.

Yan Qing blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly.

Zhou Mo took out half a steamed bun from his sleeve pocket and handed it to Yan Qing, "Low fever, eat something."

Yan Qing was startled, and subconsciously took the steamed buns, only to recover after a while, he raised his eyes to look at Zhou Mo, "Are you full?"

Before he left, he warmed up the last steamed bun at home for Zhou Mo to thank him for taking care of him last night. Although he was delirious from the burn, some things were still clear.

"Half is enough, remember to save it for me, why don't you remember to eat it yourself?" Zhou Mo looked indifferently, and looked away from the steamed bun.

Yan Qing didn't speak, but sat with his legs crossed, biting the steamed buns in small mouthfuls. From the corner of his eyes, Zhou Mo tentatively picked up the agricultural tools and weighed them in his hands. .”

Zhou Mo glanced at him, turned the agricultural tools in his hand, raised his eyebrows and said, "You underestimate me?"

Yan Qing: "...Not really."

Yan Qing looked at Zhou Mohe juggling the heavy farm tools with a complicated expression, and couldn't help feeling extremely puzzled.

... Isn't brother Zhou too strong?Just now, she picked him up easily.

This strength seems to be a bit stronger than the famous Xu Lishi in the village, although the man regards weakness as beauty...

But Yan Qing looked at Zhou Mo's handy look, and couldn't help but start to envy him, but if he had half of Zhou Mo's strength, the farm work wouldn't have dragged on for so long.

Zhou Mo didn't know what Yan Qing was thinking, he just pointed to a paddy field and asked Yan Qing, "You sit and rest first, is this your land?"

"...No, no, I'll do it," Yan Qing sensed Zhou Mo's thoughts, and hurriedly got up to get the agricultural tools in Zhou Mo's hand, but someone grabbed his wrist first, and he tried to grab it twice, Can't move.

Zhou Mo's strength is terrifying.

"Sit and rest until the fever subsides." Zhou Mo's irresistible voice rang in Yan Qing's ear.

Yan Qing grimaced, "It's not so easy to retreat... I'm fine, I'll do my work later, just sweat it out."

"And then blown by the cold wind? High fever in place?" Zhou Mo frowned, "Be obedient."

Yan Qing's face froze, it was the first time someone coaxed him in a childlike tone, he didn't realize it for a while, when he recovered, Zhou Mo had already landed on the ground instead of him.

At first, Zhou Mo had no experience in cutting wheat, and was even a little flustered, but he carefully watched the movements of the people next to him, and he learned it decently. It becomes more and more smooth, which can be described as pleasing to the eye.

After a while, a piece of rice was piled up next to him, Yan Qing couldn't sit still, he kept fanning himself by pulling on his cuff, but the temperature couldn't drop no matter what, Yan Qing kept turning his hands alternately Touch the cold stone, put it on your forehead, and even quietly put your forehead against the stone to cool down.

... Such stupid behavior was only because Zhou Mo told him not to go to the ground until his fever subsided, and when the temperature on his forehead cooled down briefly, Yan Qing quickly ran towards Zhou Mo.

Before arriving at Zhou Mo's side, Yan Qing heard someone rambling behind him, a broken voice, "This ugly bastard did it so fast."

"What's the use of being able, it's not that you can't get married."

"Tsk, but don't tell me, seeing his back and his capable appearance, I'm really moved. Anyway, when the candles are blown at night, they all look the same."

Yan Qing's face was flushed by the sudden vulgar words, and he was trembling with anger at the three women in front of him, "You...you really have no shame."

One of them is a well-known gangster in their village, Xie Yibai.

Xie Yibai was about to be reprimanded by someone saying this, but when he turned around, he saw Yan Qing with exquisite features pursing his thin lips and looking at her with anger in his pupils.

Being stared at by such a little beauty that I still feel sorry for, Xie Yibai's anger suddenly disappeared. She took two steps forward and smiled, "What is Yan'er looking for with my sister?"

Yan Qing seldom deals with the opposite sex, and was startled by Xie Yibai's shameless tone, he took two steps back, bit his lips and said, "I didn't look for you, it was you who spoke ill of people behind their backs."

"You mean that ugly monster?" Xie Yibai stared at Yan Qing, pointing in a random direction with his hand, "What's so good about him, help you...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Before Xie Yi could finish her vernacular, a sudden pain came from her hand. She squatted on the ground with her arms folded in pain, and looked angrily at the person who came, which was Zhou Mo.

Zhou Mo stood there coldly, with his back straight.

No one saw what he just did, or maybe no one noticed him at all.

Zhou Mo's voice was flat, without any emotion, his clothes were billowing in the breeze, he met Xie Yibai's gaze, and said indifferently, "Has anyone ever told you not to point at others?"

"You are looking for a fight!"

Xie Yibai's eyes were red, and he punched Zhou Mo with ten percent strength.

Yan Qing beside Xie Yibai was startled, and instinctively threw himself into Zhou Mo's arms, wanting to take the punch for him.

Because his strength couldn't hold Xie Yibai at all, so he could only come up with this method.

Zhou Mo seemed to have guessed Xie Yibai's action, and was about to back away immediately, but stopped abruptly after realizing Yan Qing's thoughts, and waited for him to be in his arms, funny and helpless. Cai held Yan Qing's waist and turned sideways, barely dodging his fists.

Zhou Mo let go of Yan Qing, and whispered in his ear, "Don't make trouble, she can't beat me."

After saying this, as if to prove it, he directly returned Xie Yibai's fist and pulled it hard...

Xie Yibai immediately knelt down on the ground in pain and yelled loudly, and when everyone in the field turned their gazes here, her friend bit the bullet and pulled them away.

Yan Qing stared dumbfounded, and her eyes fell on Zhou Mo's hands unconsciously, such a pair of white, slender and beautiful hands...?Beat off Xie Hooligan?

From this point of view, it seems that he is really making trouble.

But thinking of how Zhou Mo was protecting him just now, and how he was fighting Xie Yibai, Yan Qing's heart beat uncontrollably.