MTL - To Save the Female Supporting Role As My Duty-Chapter 158v2 Rescue the unruly female partner of Zhong Tianwen (10)

The sun outside was getting hotter and hotter. Song Lingshu picked up the cattail fan and fanned it. He kept pacing back and forth, and turned his head to look at Yang Song who was sitting cross-legged on the table from time to time. He was so worried that he never opened his brows.

"What do you want me to say about you?"

"Can you stop shaking, it makes me dizzy." Yang Song picked up a ground fruit from the basket, threw it into the air, and then bit into it, but caught Song Lingshu's face by surprise, and choked it directly into his throat Li, "cough cough cough—"

Yang Song couldn't stop coughing, couldn't breathe, climbed down from the table, his face was flushed, he pointed at his throat and couldn't speak.

"Tell me, what are you doing in such a rush to eat?" Song Lingshu hugged her from behind, and took a lot of effort to hold her forward a few times, and finally spat out Diguo from his throat.

Yang Song let out a long breath, leaned against the table weakly, took the water she handed over, drank it down, and began to ask the teacher: "Why did you suddenly appear in front of me! You didn't even say hello!"

"I still want to say hello to you when I come over?" Song Lingshu said angrily, "It's because you don't want to eat, can you just feed it into your mouth honestly?"

Yang Song pouted, turned around and was about to jump onto the table when Song Lingshu scolded him, "Come down, sit down."

Yang Song slid down, and her **** was stuck on the stool. She pouted, put her chin on the table, and muttered, "What should I do now? I said before that I have a child... ..”

"!!"

Song Lingshu was surprised and said, "When did you let go?"

Yang Song: "On the second day after our bridal chamber, I told my father that I had a child, but now you...hey, I have a solution!"

Song Lingshu watched her stuff a pillow into her stomach, and fell into deep thought.

"Look, do I look like someone with children now?!" Yang Song asked in surprise, clutching his stomach.

"..." Song Lingshu walked over and punched out the pillow inside.

Yang Song looked at her in horror: "You, you, you, you killed my child!"

Song Lingshu: "A fake is a fake. When it's time to give birth, are you going to give birth to a pillow to laugh at your father?"

Yang Song: "..."

Song Lingshu pressed her shoulder, and said earnestly: "Xiao Song, I am very grateful that you are willing to help me hide my daughter's identity, but you have to think carefully about whether you want a child or not. I can help you with other things, only the child No, I can't have a baby with you."

"I..." Yang Song frowned, flustered for a while, unable to make up his mind. The reason why she got married at the beginning was nothing more than fearing that her father would die in peace, and her father wanted to see her find a good man to hold them for three years, but now the man she married suddenly turned into a woman, and he didn't even have children. How should she handle business for her father?

"You let me think about it."

"Okay, it doesn't matter how long you want." Song Lingshu smiled, and after eating a few ground fruits, he went out, "I'm going to collect herbs."

Yang Song watched her back, and immediately ran outside Yang Tianshuo's room, but thought that his father was busy teaching the children, so he went to Pingba again, squatting on the ridge to watch them.

"Xiao Song, what are you doing there, come and learn to read together." Yang Tianshuo shouted.

"Oh, here we come." Yang Song held a fire stick, which was very conspicuous among a group of pineapple heads. She lowered her head and pawed on the ground for a long time, writing out her name.

"Yo, you know how to write your own name?" Yang Tianshuo turned the wheelchair and came to her side.

"Well! Zhang Miao taught me!" Yang Song said with a smile.

"That's right, this kid has captured well." Yang Tianshuo laughed loudly.

Yang Song: "..."

"Why are you absent-minded? What do you want to say?" Yang Tianshuo asked.

"Father...you teach me how to write Zhang Miao's name." Yang Song rubbed his hands expectantly.

"Ah... Zhang Miao..." Yang Tianshuo took the fire stick in her hand, meditated for a long time, and still had to confess embarrassingly, "I don't know how to write Miao, I only know how to write Zhang Miao. Character."

"..." Yang Song glanced at him, then smiled, "Then learn from Zhang first!"

"become!"

The sun was getting bigger and bigger, Yang Song wiped the sweat off his face, looked up at the direction of the woods, and wondered how she was picking herbs.

"Concentrate." Yang Tianshuo said.

Yang Song turned around, staring at the words on the ground in a daze, and suddenly heard a scream from the mountain forest, with a thin and high-pitched voice.

Seems like something went wrong?

She dropped the stick, turned around and ran into the mountains.

"Hey! Yang Song, where are you going?!" Yang Tianshuo yelled, but she rushed out like a leopard and disappeared in the blink of an eye, so I had to ask a few people to catch up and see what happened thing.

The road in the mountains is not smooth, but Yang Song has been used to all kinds of mountain roads since he was a child. He rushed all the way, and the branches and leaves made the sound of colliding. After passing through the shade, he didn't hear any more sounds.

She looked around, but there was no one in sight, and suddenly she felt a sense of panic, put her hands around her mouth, and shouted loudly: "Zhang Miao, Zhang Miao... Zhang Miao!"

"Hey! I'm here!"

Yang Song looked happy, turned his head, and ran in the direction of the sound. He passed a downhill, slipped a bit due to his speed, and simply took advantage of the momentum to slide all the way to the flat ground below. After standing up, he saw Song Lingshu standing On the opposite slope.

Song Lingshu carried the pannier on his back, waved his hands, and shouted, "Do you have anything to do with me?"

Yang Song replied loudly: "What did you just shout?"

"What are you doing?" Song Lingshu looked bewildered, and put his hand to his mouth like her, and replied, "I'm picking medicine!"

The echoes of the two echoed in the valley.

Yang Song: "Chopper? What do you want a knife for?!"

Song Lingshu: "What cat, where did the cat come from?"

What? Then you let me hug?

Yang Song's face turned red: "What are you hugging! You've been working all day, can you think of something serious!"

"What's the matter?!"

At this time, Dali came out from the woods behind him, and a loud voice overwhelmed the two of them: "Can you meet up and talk again? We all listened well, but you two didn't hear clearly!"

Song Lingshu: "..."

Yang Song: "..."

The two walked towards each other at the same time, but Yang Song walked faster and almost rushed in front of her. Just as Song Lingshu was about to speak, she hugged her into her arms.

After a long time, Song Ling turned her head slowly: "How long do you want to hug?"

Yang Song had a blank face: "I don't know, didn't you say you wanted me to hug you?"

Song Lingshu was even more at a loss: "When did I say that?"

"Just now."

Song Lingshu paused, and said slowly: "Is it possible...that's what Dali said...that we didn't hear clearly?"

"oh."

"Relax first, it's too hot."

As soon as Yang Song let go, the two of them fanned the wind with their palms at the same time. The sun is really basking on people.

Song Lingshu led her into the shade and asked, "What do you want from me?"

"I just heard you screaming. I thought something happened to you, so I ran to take a look."

"Scream?" Song Lingshu thought back for a moment, "Ah! I know, I accidentally slipped and fell just now, maybe that's when I screamed."

"Where did you fall? Let me see." Yang Song nervously went to take off her pannier.

"It's okay, it just slipped a little bit, and it didn't hurt at all." Just as Song Lingshu finished speaking, the basket was already on the other party's back.

"Do you want to continue collecting medicine?"

"Um."

"I'll go with you." Yang Song took her hand, led her into the mountain, and introduced the nearby terrain while walking, "Don't come on this rainy day, the road is slippery and easy to fall, so don't come alone. No one noticed when it fell.”

"I know, I know." It was the first time Song Lingshu felt that she was so good at nagging, and said with a smile, "Why are you so worried about me?"

Yang Song choked up, always felt that if she admitted it, she would lose her bossy demeanor, and shouted: "Worry about a fart! I can't beat you to death!"

Song Lingshu laughed out loud, "Xiao Song."

"Why?" Yang Song replied angrily.

"You're so cute."

"...Who is to say is cute! You are the only one who is cute! Your whole family is cute!"

"Thanks."

"...I'm not praising you!"

The brothers nearby heard this, and ran over, took a few glances, and went to Dali's side to inquire: "What's the matter, why are they arguing again?"

Dali rolled his eyes: "I always think it's not that simple."

They didn't believe in evil, and followed behind cautiously, seeing that the boss was about to explode with anger. When the road encountered a hurdle, the boss stepped down first, then turned around and hugged her husband's waist, put her on the ground, and continued lead to go forward.

Dali spread his hands together: "Look."

Everyone: "..."

Pat them on the shoulder vigorously: "Learn a bit, and see how the boss treats his wife."

Fa Cai: "It's clear that the boss is the daughter-in-law..."

Dali: "Who made Mr. Yazhai so weak?"

Everyone: "Yes, hey!"

After returning to the stockade, Song Lingshu helped take off the pannier on her back, and went to dry the medicine together. When laying it out, she accidentally touched her hand, and moved a little to the side in an instant.

"What are you hiding?" Yang Song lowered his head and asked.

"Huh?" Song Lingshu looked at her blankly, still shaking the herbs in his hand, "I didn't hide, am I busy?"

"You're just hiding. Why, will you die if you touch my hand?"

Song Lingshu looked at her like this: "I'll die laughing."

"I suspect you are laughing at me."

"No." The more Song Lingshu spoke, the more flamboyant his smile became, which was more dazzling than today's sunshine.

Yang Song stared at her face for a while, then suddenly said, "Give me your hand."

"what?"

Song Lingshu stretched out his hand, and the other party held her hand, and then began to write stroke by stroke in her palm.

"Guess what I wrote?" Yang Song asked proudly.

"No."

"...You give me a guess!"

Song Lingshu wrinkled his face, he really couldn't figure it out: "Will you write it again?"

Yang Song wrote it again.

"...How did you manage to write long characters first and then bow characters?" Song Lingshu was annoyed and funny.

"What the hell? What a long bow, as long as they are put together?!"

"Write on the left side first...Wait, I seem to know what's wrong with your stroke." Song Lingshu walked aside, picked up the red-tasseled gun and handed it to her, "Go on."

As soon as Yang Song took it, Song Lingshu suddenly realized: "So you are left-handed!"

"yes."

"Then why do you eat with your right hand?"

"When I was a child, I ate with my left hand. I was beaten by my wild mother. After beating, I would use my right hand."

Song Lingshu tiptoed lovingly and touched her hand: "You can use whatever hand you like now. Try writing with your left hand at night, and the effect should be better."

Yang Song raised his eyes to look at the hand on his head, and he could only see the frail wrist, which was as white as a green onion, but had an inexplicable soothing power.

Suddenly, Song Lingshu was dragged by her hand and ran: "Where are you going?"

"Go back to the room, I have something to tell you."

Yang Song kicked the door open, then took a look outside the door, and saw a few subordinates smiling meanly, and waved away people: "Go, go, go, don't join in the fun here."

The few people pushed and shoved away, and they still didn't forget to turn around and shout: "Boss is amazing! I have to squeeze him dry during the day!"

"Roll!" Yang Song roared, then locked the door, walked up to Song Lingshu, scratched his head, but didn't know how to speak.

"What do you want to say?" Song Lingshu asked.

Yang Song settled down and said, "I don't want a child anymore."

"Huh?" Song Lingshu didn't expect this topic to be so sudden, "Why don't you want it?"

Yang Song: "I want you."

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