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

"Shi Yan, you said this Banshan Village is next to the Bingyue River? When we went there before, we never saw anyone from the Banshan Village setting up stalls at the Bingyue River. At least if it was close, it would be You can even hear it.”

Shi Yan shook his head and said that he would ask Mr. Kong about it in the afternoon.

Qiao Jinshu naughtyly gave Shi Yan side dishes to eat, looking at each other with a flattering look on his face.

Song Lingjia looked over from the children's table and shook her head helplessly. She hadn't gone to school yet.

In the afternoon, Han Congxing packed up his things and was leaving immediately. It was very urgent.

Song Tingran temporarily prepared some gifts at home, plus the cloth found by Changyuqiao, and brought them to Han Congxing.

"Xingzi, are you leaving in such a hurry this time?" Song Tingran asked casually.

"Boss, I think my mother is getting married, and I think the embroidery workshop is not busy these days..."

"Okay, you can take these things back home first. They are all homemade. By the way, that beef jerky. When you get home, remember to let your mother taste it first."

When Song Tingran said this, Chang Yuqiao was holding her arm and helping her with her hair from time to time, acting in an intimate manner.

This didn't exist before, because Chang Yuqiao always maintained an otherworldly feeling in front of his disciples.

Han Congxing got on the carriage, which was specially invited by his mother to pick him up, and he could be sent directly back to Guan Xiangcheng.

"Xingzi, go back and celebrate your mother's birthday. If it's difficult to travel in the snow in winter, it's okay to come back after the New Year."

"Okay, master, but there is still some time before the Chinese New Year. I estimate that I will be back for a while. We will see when the time comes. I will write to you."

Song Tingran only felt that the atmosphere today was very strange, between Chang Yuqiao and Han Congxing, but it didn't look like there was any conflict. She looked left and right, but said nothing.

It wasn't until Han Congxing's carriage left that Song Tingran grabbed the tail of Chang Yuqiao's hair and pulled him home like a puppy.

"Xingzi made you unhappy?"

"No, my wife, from now on you will be called Han Congxing, not Xingzi. It's a bit intimate."

Song Tingran let go of the tip of his hair, "Intimate? It's always been called that. Where is the intimacy?"

"It's just intimate."

"Okay, it's just a title. I'll call him Han Congxing from now on. Then you'll feel better."

Chang Yuqiao smiled and continued to put the tail of his hair into Song Tingran's hand.

Song Tingran thought that the matter was over, but it was just a matter of address. Who knew, when she went to look for Shi Yan after dinner in the evening, she found that he was not in the house or the study.

Thinking that Shi Yan might have gone to the inner courtyard, she searched there and found that in Xiao Yuchen's room on the first floor, there were many figures reflected in the windows, but the sounds in the room were not loud and sparse.

Song Tingran said nothing, bent down and approached, squatting under the window, close to the door.

You can hear a little more clearly here, and you can clearly feel that the people inside are all deliberately suppressing their voices.

Shi Yan: "Has Han Congxing personally admitted this?"

Chang Yuqiao: "I saw it and he admitted it and knelt down to me. I have warned him, but I don't know if he has really given up."

There was a clang, as if something fell to the ground. "Jinshu, this is the new hammer I bought. It has not been used yet."

Qiao Jinshu: "Okay, with this hammer, I'm going to smash a hole in Han Congxing's head, let him know how powerful I am, and want to be the eighth husband, and let him have his spring and autumn dream!"

Then there were bursts of noisy sounds, and the only thing that could be heard clearly was Qiao Jinshu's angry curses.

Song Tingran couldn't believe that Han Congxing actually liked her. She had never had such thoughts. She raised her head and looked at the messy reflection on the window, thinking whether to leave this place of right and wrong directly or go in and make it clear.

Chang Yuqiao: "Jinshu, put the hammer down, Han Congxing is my apprentice."

Qiao Jinshu: "Third brother, just because he is your apprentice, do you have to allow him to come in? I don't want to share my wife with anyone else."

Chang Yuqiao: "I'm going to crack his head."

The room instantly became quieter. Song Tingran covered her head and continued to eavesdrop carefully.

Xiao Yuchen: "Give me my hammer first. Didn't Han Congxing go back to take charge of Xiangcheng in the afternoon? Let's hammer him again when he comes back."

There was another moment of silence.

Sang Cheng: "We don't care about this. My wife is really confused by him, and there's nothing we can do about it."

Wen Li: "Xingzi... Han Congxing is a well-informed person. He probably won't cause trouble once he enters the door."

There was another long silence. Song Tingran couldn't squat anymore. When he stood up, his feet were numb and he couldn't stand. He squatted down again and sat on the ground, making an ouch sound.

She immediately adjusted her posture and covered her mouth, but she was still discovered. Xiao Yuchen's door was slowly pushed open, revealing Shi Yan and Chang Yuqiao.

After that, all the husbands stood up and helped everyone up together.

The scene was a little awkward.

Shi Yan could still keep his composure, "My wife, how long have you been here? Why don't you come in?"

Qiao Jinshu couldn't wait any longer, so he squeezed to the front anxiously, hugged Song Tingran and started howling.

"Master Wife, I don't agree with this marriage! If you let Han Congxing in, I will, I will never pay attention to you again."

"Jinshu, please loosen it a little first. It's too tight. If you tighten it for a while, don't say anything about whether you can get in or not. You have to prepare my funeral first."

Qiao Jinshu immediately let go. There were tears at the end of his eyes. He wiped them away unwillingly and wiped his nose with his sleeve. Sang Cheng beside him handed him a handkerchief.

"I just found out about what you said just now." Song Tingran explained, and understood why Chang Yuqiao was acting strange today, and continued: "I have no intention of letting him in, and your imagination is too good. It’s so rich. Next time, if you encounter similar things, just ask me directly, so that you don’t have to go behind my back and hold a small meeting here. "

"Really? Wife, that Han Congxing said that it's okay not to have a status, and he still lives in Xiufang. He just wants to see you every day."

Chang Yuqiao was stunned. When he explained it, that was not what he said. It sounded similar, but this matter was much different.

"I don't have any ideas. Han Congxing has been working in our family for many years. If he comes back from Guan Xiangcheng this time and doesn't do anything, forget it. If he still has ideas, I will personally come forward and make it clear."

With Song Tingran's positive assurance, the husbands were all very happy.