Marriage record after marrying the wrong person

It's over, it's over, Hua Yi is definitely angry with such yin and yang.

Cheng Xuehong silently sweated for the Song family, praying to God that the fire would not be burned on him and Song Ansong.

Cui Qin tightly clutched the handkerchief, her knuckles turned white, "What do you want, Mr. Hua?"

"It's easy to say, convert the gifts you give people into money according to the market price, and you can't miss a penny, and send them to Washington tomorrow. Song Tan and I spent the food and lodging here yesterday according to the price of the post station. Just buckle it up."

Not even the slightest bit of love, heartless, too heartless, the Song family couple couldn't help thinking this way.

Cui Qin was angry, and she just blurted out: "Master Hua is so meticulous, but I never thought that Song Tan has been raised by the Song family for so many years! He is from the Song family!"

Hua Yi said so decisively, Cui Qin dared to chat with him, Song Chengping hurriedly touched Cui Qin, and signaled her to stop talking about women's opinions.

Hua Yi seemed to be thinking, he let out a oh, and looked at Cui Qin with no warmth in his eyes.

He said contemptuously: "Now that he is from the Song family, don't want him first, isn't it also you?"

"Also, the dowry gift I sent over when I got married is enough to buy your two sons just based on your Song family's mediocre family background."

Hua Yi suddenly looked at Song Ansong again, "Little thing, don't you think so?"

Song Ansong's pupils flickered, and he was silent like a cicada, not daring to move.

Hua Yi saw that none of the young and old in this family could eat, he was really bored, he weighed the packet of dim sum in his hand, only to find that there was no heat left, this kind of dim sum tastes good when it is hot, and gets tired when it is cold, Tasteless.

It's a pity that Song Tan can't eat anymore.

Hua Yi casually tossed the package of snacks into Song Ansong's arms impartially.

How else could Song Ansong be mentally retarded? He looked down and said subconsciously: "I don't like sweets..."

Cheng Xuehong's scalp felt numb when he heard it, isn't he rushing to disobey Hua Yi!

He hastily unpacked the bag of snacks, picked up a few pieces, and stuffed them into Song Ansong's mouth quickly and recklessly.

He said with a dry smile: "Cousin, he likes to eat, he especially likes to eat!"

Hua Yi glanced at Song Ansong's mouth full of savory snacks, with scum dripping down from the edge of his mouth, almost choking to death.

"It's good if you like to eat, otherwise you have to feed the dog."

After speaking, Hua Yi turned around and walked away without looking back.

The little steward of Washington followed behind him, reminded him, and said, "My lord, Madam also left you a carriage."

"Will you take that carriage back to Washington tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow, tomorrow?" The little steward was puzzled.

The thickness of Hua Yi's face can be seen, he just caused trouble with his family, and it was a situation where they broke up unhappy.

Now he calmly walked all the way to the stable at his family's house, and the servants of the Song Mansion didn't have the guts to stop him.

He quickly glanced at the horse, and then directly led out a snow-white, fat and strong horse that seemed to be running very fast.

Hua Yi got on his horse, and said to the astonished little steward, "Here you calculate how much money they should give us. This horse is good, and the price will be deducted from it."

The little steward wondered if he had auditory hallucinations. This is simply a huge task. Hua Yi has provoked people all over the place, and then left himself here. Isn't this just letting the Song family vent their anger on him!

As if seeing what the little steward was thinking, Hua Yi raised his eyebrows at him, "What are you afraid of, if you are wronged, I will support you! It is not too difficult to take over their Song Mansion."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the little steward to thank you, Hua Yi waved his horsewhip and left in the dust.

Song Tan arrived in Washington earlier than Huayi, Qingzhu got out of the carriage, and Fang stepped onto the road paved with bluestones. Looking at the exquisite layout of the mansion, he couldn't help being dizzy and amazed, saying that he had never seen such a magnificent manor.

Everyone in Washington was caught off guard by Song Tan's sudden return home. Wen Yi was trimming a clump of Milan flowers in full bloom in Song Tan's yard when he heard the news of Song Tan's return from the concierge. , with a shaking of the hand, a Milan flower was broken by a horizontal stem.

Wen Yi went straight to Song Tan with the scissors shining brightly in the sun.

Seeing his menacing approach, Qingzhu immediately stopped Song Tan, thinking that Wen Yi was looking for trouble for Song Tan.

Wen Yi trotted all the way over, missed Qing Zhu out of breath, turned his head and asked Song Tan: "Madam, something happened!"

Song Tan was dazzled by the big scissors in his hand, and he let out a hush in doubt.

Wen Yi was quite worried and said: "Otherwise, why did you come back so early!" He searched around Song Tan, but he didn't see Hua Yi's figure, so he felt that this matter was even more bizarre.

Song Tan was amused by his seriousness, he walked in front of Qingzhu, and it was an act of introducing Qingzhu to Wen Yi.

He only said: "This is Qingzhu, my former personal servant, you are very considerate, so find him a place to live in my yard."

Wen Yi was a little dazed, Qingzhu put away his posture of using his body as a shield, nodded politely, and greeted him.

Wen Yi looked at Song Tan with a smile on his lips, his gentleness was nothing unusual.He also knew that he shouldn't ask more questions, so he followed Song Tan's instructions to arrange the green bamboo.

Song Tan faced everyone's gaze and walked upright.

He went back to the room alone, sat on the pear wood chair, covered his face expressionlessly in the fragrant white air rising from the tea, breathed slowly, and went over what he had done in his heart , I have to say, he was a bit reckless.

Fangcai saw every face of the servants of Huafu, except Wen Yi who was really worried about him, the rest of them saw that he did not follow the rules and came back early, and Hua Yi was not around, so it was hard not to think that he He got into trouble at the Song family and fled back with his tail between his legs after being disliked by others.

Some people have contempt and contempt on their faces, and some people have suspicious and scrutinizing faces. Song Tan can pretend to ignore them. They are all small servants who can't afford much trouble, so there is no need to give them more eyes.

only--

It was really difficult for him to make sure whether Hua Yi would blame him or not. His self-confidence in front of Qingzhu was only because of Hua Yi's indulgence to him.

But he arbitrarily claimed to make a fuss in the Song Dynasty in the name of Washington, and he really lost the face of the entire Washington.

Those who are interested will definitely spread this matter to every corner of Beijing, and it will become a topic of conversation in the streets and alleys after dinner.

Song Tan seriously pondered whether Hua Yi's face was thick enough to withstand such a blow.

Before this conclusion could be reached, Duke Zhou approached the door first, and the hopeless Song Tan gradually fell asleep on the chair.

When he slept, he didn't even know the wind and rain outside.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Yi rushed in with a cloud of wet rain.

Song Tan opened his eyes suddenly, his dream was disturbed, his eyes were filled with bottomless darkness.

He was about to reprimand him with an unhappy expression, but Wen Yi stuffed something into his hand and interrupted his words.

Song Tan looked down and saw that it was an oiled paper umbrella.

Wen Yi's hair was still dripping, but his eyes were bright, and he said excitedly: "Master is riding alone on the way back! Madame, hurry up and bring an umbrella to Master! Both aunts are back! Ma'am You can't fall behind!"

Such eagerness was obviously for his own good, Song Tan stared at his clothes that had become dark because of being wet by the rain, and swallowed the words of reprimand.

"Where is he?"

"The brothers in the watchtower said that there is still a stick of kung fu!"

Song Tan nodded, because he should welcome Hua Yi, if he did something wrong, he had to learn to be good.

He got up and put on a coat, and told Wen Yi to change the wet clothes, and also asked him to prepare Hua Yi's dry clothes, and let the small kitchen cook ginger soup to dispel the cold.

Wen Yi responded one after another, and Song Tan walked slowly into the dense rain.

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感谢在2020-05-0912:57:06~2020-05-1019:35:56期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Lychee Blue, Qin Shou said, Jiangcheng Meihua Yin 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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