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Chapter 308 Unfinished road(1/2)

Chapter 308 Unfinished Road

Su Rong smiled, "They don't listen to me. Our orchard is well treated and not tired from work. Even if I don't say it, the orchard is full of insect pests these days, and everyone always comes to me to make suggestions. Everyone has a sense of belonging to the orchard, otherwise they wouldn't have such a high enthusiasm."

"My sister-in-law really hit the nail on the head."

"Xiaofan, don't praise me. If you didn't have the support and support me, I wouldn't have done this well."

Since Su Rong was about to stare at the orchard, Zhang Fan went home first.

As soon as I got home.

I happened to see Wan Qian sitting in the yard, holding needlework and fabric to repair the sewing.

It was far apart, and Zhang Fan didn't see clearly.

So he said something casually.

"Aunt, are you repairing your clothes?"

Wan Qian looked up at him and didn't say anything, but there was a feeling of tenderness in her expression.

Just a glance, Zhang Fan became interested.

After getting closer.

Zhang Fan immediately recognized that she was wearing all the babies.

"Auntie, you're going anywhere! You're starting to make clothes?"

"Of course I have to prepare. I have been disgusting these days and want to eat sour things. I think I must have it."

Listen to her that.

Zhang Fan was shocked.

I hurried over to take my pulse.

But there are no signs of pregnancy in the pulse.

Zhang Fan was only sure that because Wan Qian's obsession was to give birth to a child. Now that she has successfully borrowed the seeds, it is naturally the thing she is thinking about.

As the saying goes, there is something to think about in the day and dream at night.

Wan Qian is hypnotizing herself!

Zhang Fan only found it interesting.

I couldn't help laughing.

But Wan Qian twisted her body.

"Stop making trouble, Teacher Yao is still at home. If you really want it, I will go to find you in the evening."

"Teacher Yao is very attentive in preparing lessons and never goes out once a day."

While speaking, Wan Qian put down the needle and thread in her hand, looked up at Zhang Fan's house, and blinked.

It means, why don't you go into the house now?

Zhang Fan couldn't help but quip, "Qianqian, didn't you say you had it? Why do you still want it?"

After Zhang Fan reminded him, Wan Qian also looked serious, "Yes! Then we can't do it during this period. I have to ask someone to see if I can have sex when I am pregnant. You are so fierce every time, I don't want to hurt the child."

Zhang Fan was speechless.

This is called shooting oneself in the foot.

"Qianqian, you seem to have forgotten that I am a doctor, so you can ask me."

"Then Xiaofan, tell me, I'm pregnant now, can I... be able to do that with you?"

As soon as Wan Qian finished asking, her cheeks turned red.

It looks very tempting.

Zhang Fan couldn't help but hug her.

Just when I'm about to speak.

A sudden burst of excitement rang out of the door.

"Xiaofan, haha! The school has been built. If you have time, you can go with me to inspect it now."

It's not someone else's coming.

It is Mr. Tang Wu.

Zhang Fan and Wan Qian hugged each other and separated in a hurry.

Master Tang Wu was stunned at first, then stopped quickly and turned around immediately.

"I'm not in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry. Your affairs are important, I'll come back another day."

Mr. Tang Wu said that he was about to run back.

He ran and shouted.

"Qianqian, you have to hold on tight. You can't stop until your stomach doesn't move!"

Zhang Fan was so amused that he stopped him, "Master Tang Wu, don't leave, wait for me for a while, I'll go with you."

Wan Qian looked embarrassed and returned to the upper floor with needlework and baby clothes.

Zhang Fan entered the house and prepared to call Yao Linwan to come with him.

Knocked on the door.

Yao Linwan's voice soon came from inside.

"The door is not locked, come in."

Zhang Fan pushed the door open and entered.

As soon as I came in, I saw Yao Linwan sitting at the desk and writing in a hurry.

Due to the movement of bowing your head.

Half of the hair slid down like a waterfall, blocking half of the face.

Even so, she couldn't stop her serious and quiet appearance.

Zhang Fan was a little fascinated by the view.

After a while, Yao Linwan looked up and saw Zhang Fan standing at the door, neither speaking nor moving.

Just stare at yourself.

A different feeling first appeared in her heart.

He mustered up his courage and said, "Is there anything Xiaofan?"

Zhang Fan came back to his senses and said quickly, "Oh, the primary school in the village has been built. I'll ask you to go over and have a look. After all, the school will also be your place to work in the future."

"OK!"

As soon as the school was built, Yao Linwan became energetic.

Pack up quickly.

At this time, Zhang Fan discovered that since Yao Linwan recovered from illness, her life and life have become more and more stable.

It made her look radiant.

Before, she was always sick and had no blood on her face.

But now, the fair skin is even a little pink under the sunlight.

Yao Linwan likes to wear dresses.

But even so, it is still difficult to hide her proud figure.

Especially while walking, the hair flutters and the skirt wiggles.

It's very similar to the dream lover of countless students in middle school.

Yao Linwan walked to the door and found that Zhang Fan was fascinated by seeing her.

Then he couldn't help but remind, "Xiaofan, let's go."

"Oh, OK."

It is rare for Zhang Fan to lose his mind twice in just one minute.

He himself was also surprised.

But seeing Yao Linwan recovering so well.

Zhang Fan was also happy for her.

"Teacher Yao, when the school starts, you don't have to stay in the house every day."

"Actually, there is nothing wrong with staying at home. I have done lesson plans for the textbooks from first to sixth grade so that I can be prepared for class at that time."

After the two came out, they followed Mr. Tang Wu to the school.
To be continued...
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