Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 38

The footsteps of the village secretary were heard.

Xue Yu became more and more confused as he was kissed. When he heard footsteps, he came to his senses and resolutely bent his knees to push Song Raoxun away.

The curtain was drawn up by a hand at this moment. The village secretary, who was nearly 40 years old, was surprised. He looked at the two people with different expressions in the shabby house and sensed something was wrong.

The scholar, whom they were so proud of, now had his clothes in disarray, as if someone had pulled them open with great force.

And that young widow, for some reason, had a rosy complexion all over, his shoulders twitching delicately, as soft as spring mud, his eyes darting around, perhaps because he had been stared at for too long, he picked up the paper cup and continued to drink the little water left, as if he was trying hard to hide something.

What's going on here……?

The atmosphere between the two was strange. Even the talkative village secretary could not help but stutter. He thought about the words that would not offend anyone two or three times in his stomach before he carefully asked: "You two are not..."

The awkward Mandarin and the drawn-out ending tone made Xue Yu's heart wrench.

Was he discovered?

Xue Yu swallowed nervously twice and couldn't help but glance to the side. Upon seeing this, he found that Song Raoxun looked extremely calm except for his disordered breathing.

What's that expression? Can you be a little more scared?

Aren’t you afraid that your father will catch you and throw you into a pig cage if you are discovered?

Xue Yu took a deep breath. In fact, being discovered would make things easier for the following developments. If the news of Song Raoxun and him having an affair spread widely in the village, it would motivate Qi Chen to take action.

But this is too embarrassing.

"Did you have a fight?"

Xue Yu was caught off guard when he heard this. He opened his mouth slightly and uttered a syllable in confusion: "Huh?"

The village secretary had an expression that said, "I understand everything."

The simple-minded villagers naturally would not associate this scene with the widow's chastity. Look at Xiao Song's messy clothes, the widow's red eyes, and both of them are out of breath. They must have had a quarrel!

The village secretary touched his chin with understanding: "You young people quarrel over trivial matters every day. I just found out in there. Xiao Yu, tell me, how did he offend you? I'll take care of it for you."

Xue Yu: “……?”

He looked at Song Raoxun, confused about the situation, his eyes asking for help.

The village secretary misunderstood this look: "Don't look at him! Don't be afraid, uncle will teach him a lesson for you."

The villagers were not optimistic about Xue Yu, but he was different. He loved the child no matter how he looked at him. He had a lovely and cute aura. He wanted his wife to have a child in the same mold as him. The village secretary looked at Xue Yu lovingly and spoke up for him: "Uncle is not on Xiao Song's side."

Xue Yu couldn't resist this enthusiasm and stammered, "No, no..."

The village secretary raised his beard and said, "Of course not! Look at your eyes, they are red with anger. Uncle knows that Xiao Song is well educated, can speak, and can curse without any thorns. Tell uncle, is it him who made you cry?"