Love After Marriage, He Got A Free Wife

The neighbor's aunt left and came over again, bringing two bowls of noodles and putting them down.

An Kechun looked at the bowl of rice and felt slightly touched in his heart. He still remembered himself.

An Kechun smiled, picked up the chopsticks, and started eating. "Thank you, auntie."

"You're welcome, we're all neighbors, and Dean helps us a lot." The woman didn't leave, and sat down to chat with the patient.

In the evening, Dean went back.

Carrying a few bags of stuff.

"Ah Chun, look at what I brought back for you."

Entering the home, he saw the patient who had been waiting for him all day. In the afternoon, the man had another stomachache, so An Kechun had to give him another pill.

An Kechun explained to him the patient's reaction and medication. Dean checked again and looked at the sleeping man. He stood up and said with a smile, "Ah Chun can now practice medicine alone."

He asked An Kechun to collect another three days' worth of medicine, handed it to the woman, told them the time and instructions for taking the medicine, and sent them back.

After leaving, Dean happily pulled An Kechun over, "Look what I bought you."

Inside were new clothes and shoes. When I opened the clothes, it turned out to be a long skirt.

Dean said happily: "I really wanted to buy it for you last time, but unfortunately my foot was injured."

An Kechun hadn't worn new clothes for a long time, let alone a skirt. She looked at the brightly colored skirt with twinkling eyes, "I don't like skirts."

Dean still said: "Try it, girls should wear more skirts, it will look better."

An Kechun said: "I used to have a lot of skirts and I got tired of them."

Seeing that she seemed to be angry, Dean immediately took out the pair of shoes again, "Then try on the shoes. You always wear a pair of shoes. If you brush the shoes at night and don't dry them the next day, you won't be able to wear them."

An Kechun looked at Dean's enthusiasm. Dean put his arms around her shoulders and asked her to sit on the stool, "Quickly try to see if the size fits. If it doesn't fit, someone will go to town tomorrow to help you change a pair."

Dean knelt down, opened his shoes, and grabbed An Kechun's ankles to put them on for her.

An Kechun's feet stepped back to prevent him from touching them.

Dean reached out and grabbed it, pulled it out again, and put the shoes on her feet. "When you sprained your feet before, I was the one who applied the medicine for you. Why should you shrink back now?"

"It's not good for outsiders to see."

"Outsiders have long thought that we are husband and wife."

An Kechun: "..."

A man and a woman alone, living together and getting along for so long, don't blame others for misunderstanding.

An Kechun is not afraid of misunderstandings. She doesn't know anyone here. Now that she's gone, those people's comments have nothing to do with her. But Dean still lives here and he can't let his reputation be ruined.

As if he noticed that she was thinking of leaving again, Dean said half-jokingly: "I still want to drink our wedding wine today. Ah Chun, what do you think of me..."

"I have a husband." An Kechun spoke immediately, blocking what he wanted to say.

Dean's back stiffened, his hands stopped moving, and he looked up at An Kechun.

An Kechun retracted her feet, bent down, and put on her shoes herself.

The shoe size fit her perfectly. She didn't know how Dean knew her shoe size. She put on the new shoes and they were indeed very comfortable.

"Are you married?" Dean asked again.

An Kechun: "I'm getting married soon."

"...Then he can't find you, so he must be very anxious." Dean sat aside, no longer as happy as he had just come back.

An Kechun took a deep breath and looked out the window at the quiet night in the small village, with crickets chirping in his ears. "If it was before, he would. Now, he should be protecting me."

Dean looked at An Kechun again with tears in her eyes. Under the light, her eyes sparkled beautifully. "That day, he was the one you said would not go to heaven?"

An Kechun looked at Dean and smiled, tears that could not be held in his eyes fell down his cheeks. "yes."

"Ah Chun, can we exchange stories? Just treat each other as healing." Dean said.

An Kechun asked, "Cure?"

Dean nodded, "You know, I'm a good old man. I don't refuse. I will help you with any big or small matter. It's my strength and my weakness. And you have been struggling in pain."

An Kechun looked at Dean. He didn't dare to look at An Kechun anymore, for fear that he would fall deeper into trouble. "What are you struggling with? Why are you running for your life? Why can't you return home? Why were you shot? Ah Chun, who are you?"

In the end, he looked into An Kechun's eyes and asked directly.

An Kechun looked at the fire, "If your lover was killed by the person your sister loves, what would you do? There is a premise, she is your favorite sister."

The fire burned the firewood and made a crackling sound in the room, bringing a little movement to the silent room. "Things have to be divided into right and wrong. Who is right and who is wrong?"

An Kechun fell into memories, who was right? Who is wrong?

An Kexia has often dreamed of her sister since she became pregnant. She promised Nangong Zi to leave the matter to him, "Xia Xia, believe me, I am your husband now."

An Kexia naturally chose to believe him, "Are you very busy?"

"I'm not busy. What am I busy with? I'm very busy every day. I've even thought of my child's name."

An Kexia: "Stop pretending, I know what you have been doing recently."

That night I received news from others that An Kexia was lying when she said she didn't feel sorry for Nangong Zi, and everything would have to start all over again. Fortunately, his family couldn't help him, but he had several good brothers who gave him support without hesitation.

On this day, An Kexia originally called Nangong Zi to care about him. As a result, while we were chatting, we got to talking about An Kechun, "Hasn't there been any news about my sister?"

"No news is the best news."

So, An Kexia became worried, and Nangong Zi also noticed that An Kexia was silent, so he took the initiative to change the topic, "It's okay, the black net wants nothing, and I don't dare to hurt her. Let's talk about whether the child has behaved recently. Be good, did I kick you?"

An Kexia: "Have you never seen a woman pregnant?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

An Kexia was silent again.

I heard that his godson recently went to play with Xia Xia again, "It's pretty good. Our godson is filial and knows how to accompany his godmother for his godfather so that you won't be alone."

"I'm not lonely, I'm just a little too good at talking." An Kexia said.

Nangong Zi could also think of his godson's "ability" to not do trivial things. "Have you been beaten?"

"Beat."

"Who beat him?"

"His dad beat him up."

Nangong Zi nodded, "It's expected. Why did you beat him?"

"Are you asking why his mother beat him, or why his father beat him?"

The head of the Nangong family was shocked: "Isn't it a thing to be beaten together?"

An Kexia laughed, "Nuan Nuan said: Children will always give you little surprises and big scares that catch you off guard! When your eyes are filled with tears, you will be so angry."

"So why was he beaten?" Godfather Nangong was curious.