Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

Chang Yuqiao was very sensitive to the taste of wine. He straightened up Song Tingran beside him and asked: "My wife, what kind of wine are you drinking in broad daylight?"

Li Zhuangzhuang, Han Congxing, Zhu Yuan, and Luo Mingyue are all sorting out the things in the lobby. Some new fabrics have been put on recently, they just arrived.

"Qiao, your nose is so strong, I drank so much, you all know it."

Song Tingran touched his nose, followed the tip of his nose to his mouth, not caring that he was in the embroidery workshop. Fortunately, no one noticed.

Chang Yuqiao immediately grabbed her hand and lowered his voice as if coaxing a child, "My wife, Yu Chen definitely didn't mix water for you. You drank too much. I'll take you home to have a nap, here. Lots of people.”

"Watered? I drink wine and never water it down."

"Okay, okay, don't mix it with water, don't mix it with water, let's go home."

Chang Yuqiao supported Song Tingran and told Han Congxing and the others to tidy up first. He would be back soon, and then the two of them staggered home.

He didn't go to the backyard, but directly helped Song Tingran back to the main room and put him on the bed.

"Qiao, what's wrong with your face? Come here and let me take a look."

Chang Yuqiao touched his face and found nothing unusual, but he still moved closer.

Song Tingran started touching her forehead, and finally stopped at her chin, then she leaned her head in and kissed her.

"Don't move, I'm kissing you so hard..."

"I'm not shaking, you are shaking..."

Song Tingran fell down beside the bed in a daze. Changyuqiao had seen this kind of scene too many times, and he couldn't get used to it anymore.

He always thought that this was not a good habit. After all, it was really irresponsible to flirt with someone after drinking and then pass out unconsciously.

Chang Yuqiao skillfully helped her take off her shoes and unbutton her clothes so that she could sleep better, and finally covered her with a quilt.

"Hey." With a long sigh, Chang Yuqiao left the main house. He didn't wear much today.

"Just in time! The rice wine made by my wife is ready. Come and drink some too. I've already drank a lot. You know? It only felt sweet at first, but the more I drank, the more energetic I became."

Xiao Yuchen was stunned and pulled Chang Yuqiao to the dining room and filled him with a glass, which was very generous.

"Second brother, I think this drink has a lot of stamina, so you should drink less."

"I have no problem with my drinking capacity. I won't drink this last glass. I'm going to milk the goat soon."

Changyuqiao tasted it, and it was exactly as Xiao Yuchen said. It didn't feel special in the mouth, and the more it tasted, the more it tasted.

The two of them had a cup each, paired with home-made beef jerky, and chatted about everything.

After a while, Han Congxing came over and said that he had received a letter from his family. It was his mother's birthday and she asked him to go home and see it.

Chang Yuqiao naturally had no objection, and Song Tingran would not object to such a matter, so he directly agreed. However, Han Congxing was a little unwilling to go through the trouble.

"What's wrong, Xingzi, aren't you happy to go home?" Chang Yuqiao asked.

"I'm glad to be home, Master. However, when I go back this time, my family will be talking about it again. They will definitely introduce me to others."

Chang Yuqiao nodded and chuckled. He felt that it was inevitable, because Han Congxing was already past the age of hairpin. If he were in an ordinary family, it would be difficult to marry at this age. Fortunately, the Han family was rich.

Xiao Yuchen didn't understand this, so he got up and went to the field to milk the goats and gave Han Congxing beef jerky to eat.

"Master, where's the boss?" Han Congxing asked cautiously.

Chang Yuqiao was stunned. At this moment, a bad thought came to his mind. Han Congxing had always been unwilling to marry. Could it be because he liked his wife?

"I'm resting. I'm afraid I won't have time for a while. You go back to the embroidery workshop first and pack your things. Don't delay your return home."

"Yes, master, I will go back first."

When Han Congxing walked to the door, Song Tingran suddenly staggered out of the main room, holding on to the door frame.

"Qiao, I want to drink water. I'm so thirsty."

Chang Yuqiao ran over immediately. First, the two of them helped her, and then said gently and distressedly: "Okay, there is water in the kitchen. Wife, I will help you go in and sit down, and then I will pour the water."

He also breathed a sigh of relief, his clothes were on.

There were the sounds of cows and sheep in the field, and Xiao Yuchen was still busy. He had never been able to control the strength. Every time he milked the cows, it was like a war, and he had no idea what was happening in the yard.

"Eh? Xingzi is here, isn't the embroidery workshop busy anymore?" Song Tingran said inarticulately.

"My boss, are you okay? I received a letter from my family, asking me to go home. My mother's birthday is coming."

Han Congxing walked a few steps toward the door and avoided Chang Yuqiao's gaze when he spoke.

"Ah? Sister Han's birthday is coming up. Oh, yes, yes, it's just recently. I almost forgot about it. Qiao, please help prepare some gifts for Xingzi to take back with her."

"Okay, Wife, I will take care of it. Don't worry, go back and rest."

Chang Yuqiao helped Song Tingran back to the main house and went to the kitchen to pour water. He ignored Han Congxing who was standing by the door the whole time.

The door to the main room was closed, Song Tingran drank water and slept much more peacefully.

"Xingzi, I'll go back to the embroidery workshop with you."

"Okay, Master."

Chang Yuqiao said nothing. When he arrived at the embroidery workshop, he went to the storage room to look for things. There were some pieces of cloth mixed with gold thread that he could take home as a birthday gift for Han Congxing.

"Master, I have something to tell you, and I ask for your permission." Han Congxing entered the storage room and knelt down.

"Get up and talk."

"No, master, I kneel down and say it." Han Congxing raised his eyes and saw that Chang Yuqiao had no objection. He knelt on the ground and suddenly couldn't speak.

"Xingzi, you have never agreed to the family introduced to you by your family. Do you want to marry into our family?"

Han Congxing looked up in surprise. He had always hidden his feelings very well. When he was only fourteen years old, he was deceived into Ping'an Town. It was Song Tingran who bravely stood up to expose the scam and brought him back.

Han Congxing has never forgotten the first time he met Song Tingran, but he saw that every husband around her was so outstanding, so he didn't dare and was not worthy.

But in the past few years, the pressure at home has been really urgent, and he has no choice but to give it a try.

"Master, please hit me. You are so kind to me, but I still want to enter the Song family. I am ashamed of your cultivation of me."

After all, Chang Yuqiao taught him this step by step. He didn't have the heart to scold and helped the person up.

"Xingzi, master doesn't blame you. It's just that my wife doesn't like you. This matter is fruitless. If you are willing, master can help you find a good marriage."

Chang Yuqiao had a fair idea. With his wife at her current height, money and prestige, she could afford to take over dozens of houses.

Just thinking about this made him feel sour. He took a deep breath to comfort himself, but he still felt sour.