Marriage record after marrying the wrong person

Hua Yi's goal of coaxing Song Tan had been achieved, so he didn't feel wronged. He immediately got up and went to the inner room to change the wet clothes. The speed was as fast as if he was waiting for this moment.

After he got up, Song Tan sat down and frowned, thinking about the matter.

When Hua Yi came out, because Song Tan was thinking seriously and didn't notice the sound, Hua Yi had a narrow thought, he walked softly in front of Song Tan, and caught off guard the beautiful woman who was sitting upright. .

Song Tan took a deep breath and resisted the urge to curse. He tried his best to calm down, thinking suspiciously: Hua Yi, the "living King of Hades", who is rumored to stop children from crying at night, actually has such a childish side?

He was so puzzled, so he asked the question casually.

Hua Yi clicked his tongue, and said with some dissatisfaction: "You think of me too old-fashioned, and if you open your eyes, I am also in my prime."

Song Tan just glanced at him obediently, and didn't look at him for a while, full of perfunctory.

Hua Yi couldn't bear his absent-minded attitude, so he stretched out his hand and gently pressed his head so that it was facing his gaze. He chuckled and said, "You just take a look and don't look at it? What's wrong with me? Doesn't suit Mr. Song's wishes?"

Song Tan couldn't resist him, Hua Yi was so moody, he had no choice but to give in and said: "Let me go, I'll see you! I don't think you can do it?"

"Okay." Hua Yi said so, but there was no movement in his hands. He squinted his eyes, his eyes seemed to be nibbling at mulberry leaves, and swept across Song Tan's eyebrows inch by inch.

Song Tan couldn't help his meaningful gaze, and he shook.

Then Hua Yi spoke, his words seemed to crush a handful of lingering affection, "You are the best person I have ever met, and I want to engrave you in my heart."

This is probably the legendary earthy love story.

However, Song Tan didn't like this at all, he was shuddered by the sudden, hypocritical, crude "tenderness and sweetness" piercing into his ears, and the trembling became even more severe.

Song Tan didn't want to play tricks with Hua Yi, so he stretched out his claws mercilessly to knock Hua Yi's hand off.

Before Hua Yi got angry, he said seriously: "You apologized to me just now but you were quite sincere. I also want to confess something to you."

Hua Yi turned his ears to listen.

"I... used the name of Huafu to act..." Song Tan carefully observed Hua Yi's expression, and saw that his face was calm and did not show any displeasure, so he continued: "There was a lot of trouble in Songfu... ..."

Song Tan was afraid that Hua Yi would feel that the family affairs were nothing more than trivial troubles, so he added more details and told Hua Yi how he was treated harshly in the Song Mansion in the past, and about the young servant Qingzhu who grew up with him. And how did he suffer so badly.

He portrayed himself as an image of "must" revenge: "So I couldn't bear it anymore, so I made a fuss. If you annoy me for acting impulsively, I will admit it. But I am right!"

"That's it?"

"what?"

"What should I do?" Hua Yi laughed instead of anger, explaining to Song Tan in a casual tone.

His gaze was calm and calm, "Coincidentally, I also made a fuss about the Song Mansion."

Song Tan asked rather puzzled: "Why are you?"

"Didn't they make you angry? When you get angry, you don't even wait for me to go home together."

Hua Yi pretended to sigh slightly, "It's pitiful for me to be there alone, but I can't bear to blame you. I'm the most careful person, so naturally I want to take my anger out on them."

Song Tan couldn't hide the excitement in his words, and he asked with bright eyes: "Then why did you make trouble!"

Hua Yimao, as a difficult face, lowered his eyes and told Song Tan about his "achievements". At the end, he looked at Song Tan with a worried look on purpose: "I'm so stingy."

Song Tan gave a thumbs up and praised sincerely: "You are my big brother!"

"So you don't have to worry about losing our family's face." Hua Yi put away his showman's face, and said casually: "Now it's me who is more embarrassing."

Song Tan nodded in agreement.

For a powerful official like Hua Yi who has been on the battlefield, the old grudges between houses like the Song family are really trivial and insignificant compared to thousands of troops and the situation in the court. But he ended up in the Song family's territory in person, disrespecting the entire Song family. There is no doubt that Hua Yi has lost his reputation.

Hua Yi was able to do this kind of thing for him, and Song Tan was a little moved.

He didn't show his face, and teased Hua Yi on the mouth: "If you don't go out for good things, you can go thousands of miles for bad things. I guess you will go through the Beixuan anthology again. This time, you are a penny-pinching, cold-blooded, ruthless, and unfilial to your father-in-law. Don't feel wronged."

Hua Yi's lips curled up slightly, Yi Yue smiled, "I'm not wronged, I'm telling the truth."

After all, he chose to be a slave to marriage.

Song Tan was also laughing, he was determined to be scolded by those literati again, and he was insulted in a book written in the anthology he had read for many years, it was exciting to think about it.

When the time comes, you must buy it and take a look. In order to disgust the group of Beixuan Party, Song Tan decided to buy the pirated version!

Song Tan was out of his mind, and there was no more words between the two of them. The atmosphere was quiet for a while, the lights flickered for a while, and the usually imperceptible sound of the candle burning was amplified infinitely between the two.

Song Tan suddenly thought of something, and when he was about to speak, Hua Yi also wanted to say something.

Hua Yi Zuojun waved his hands and said, "You speak first."

Song Tan said sincerely: "Tomorrow, my one-month marriage expires, and I want to go out..."

Hua Yi nodded, "Okay, it just so happens that I will take a shower tomorrow, so I can show you around?"

Song Tan blinked, he didn't imply Hua Yi's meaning!

"No more." Song Tan said with deliberation, "My friends and I haven't seen each other for a long time, I'll go meet them and tell them they're safe."

Hua Yi was thoughtful: "Oh, you don't want to go out with me?"

Song Tan lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Hua Yi said sourly: "Forget it, you are ruthless, and it's not the first time you left me alone. But no matter how cold you treat me, I'm happy with it."

Song Tan was put on a big hat by him, and when he looked up at him, Hua Yi exuded an unstoppable feeling of resentment.

For a moment, Song Tan was dumbfounded, and he wondered who married whom, who was the wife and who was the master.

The wind and rain outside the window was calm and the watchman passed by with his clapper. The flickering sound of the clapper was accompanied by Hua Yi's faint sighs, indicating that the night was late, and it was time for the tired guests to return to their nests and the tourists to return home. home.

Song Tan was struggling to think about how to deal with Huayi.

Seeing that Song Tan was still indifferent, Hua Yi thought that he couldn't continue acting, otherwise he would throw up first.

He put on that expression of indifference without sadness or joy, shook his head and got up, stopped looking at his little wife, and walked out, leaving Song Tan with a chic and determined back.

Only then did Song Tan come back to his senses, and he was also a little dazed when Hua Yi left.

He had already reached the point of his mouth, and wanted to say: He felt sorry for Hua Yi about this matter, or he could stay tonight.

All right, Hua Yi left just like that, Song Tan snorted softly from his nose, this playwright idiot didn't know what he missed.

So Song Tan washed up calmly, stuffed himself under the quilt calmly, and fell asleep groggyly at dawn.

On the second day, after the cock crowed three times, Song Tan pushed open the window, the rain washed away all the haze, and what he saw was an extremely clear blue sky, beside the window was a clump of new bamboos that had already grown verdant and vigorous.

This peaceful scene of forgetting everything put him in a good mood, and thinking of seeing his friends soon, his mood was extraordinarily light, and he was always smiling when dealing with people.

Wenyi and Qingzhu waited on him to wash, dress and eat.

Song Tan, who was in a good mood, still held a generous heart for his subordinates, and generously asked them what they wanted, and he could go to the shops on the street to buy them for them.

Qingzhu finds it strange, originally in the Song Mansion, Cui Qin often skipped Song Tan's monthly rules, and Song Tan couldn't enjoy himself even if he added what he liked.

So Qingzhu reminded Song Tan softly: "Third young master, are you rich?"

Song Tan was slightly stunned. The Washington government has not yet given him a monthly report, so he summed up his small treasury...

No, when did he have a small coffers!He never saved any money!

Oh, poverty.

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