Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

Xie Chaoxiong first inspected Song Jingwen's body with scrutiny, and only looked away when Song Jingwen's hairs exploded.

"Father," Xie Feng called obediently, puffing out his belly and wanted his father to touch the baby too.

Xie Chaoxiong's expression couldn't hold back anymore, he happily went to see his grandson, how could he look serious.

"It must be a kid, look at how strong this calf is." Xie Chaoxiong boasted blindly.

A group of people went to rest under Song Jingwen's arrangement.

In the evening, Mrs. Song knocked on the door of Song Jingwen and Xie Feng's room, urging Xie Feng to drink the hen soup, "That's right. You didn't eat much at night."

Song Jingwen sent Mrs. Song out with a smile, and turned around to meet Xie Feng's resentful little face, only to see him puffing out his mouth and spitting out the date pit in disgust.

"My stomach is bigger."

Song Jingwen forcefully pulled him into his arms, and comforted him, "It's just a bowl of chicken soup, it doesn't grow meat."

Xie Feng snorted, "It's a pot, not a bowl. If you don't help me eat a little bit, I'm overwhelmed."

Song Jingwen rubbed his stomach, "Eat snacks in front of them tomorrow, scare them with your unstoppable little mouth. If you eat too much during the day, there will be no chicken soup at night."

Xie Feng slapped his hand away, not letting Song Jingwen touch his stomach, but turned his attention to his abdominal muscles.When my hands were itchy, I rubbed them twice, which made Song Jingwen's teeth itch.

The daughter-in-law is fighting the fire every day, bear it!Resisting the ball, Song Jingwen immediately threw the person under him.

The next day, when Xie Feng got up, he was shocked to see several figures walking around the window.Clutching his big underpants, he realized that he was wearing a long-sleeved nightgown, and his heart fell back again.

He patted his chest with lingering fear, thankfully he didn't dress so boldly, if the old people in the family saw it, he would lose his face.

Little did they know that these people had already been successfully fooled by Song Jingwen, and they accepted the long-sleeved underwear, so they wouldn't be too surprised by Xie Feng's fancy clothes.

Xie Feng tidied up in a hurry, dyed a layer of crimson from the neck to the earlobe, and straightened his hair in front of the bronze mirror.

He opened the door with a complicated mood, and saw Mrs. Song rushing over, raising her hand with a smile on her face, "I heard from my dear grandson that deep-fried pigeons taste better, and I dare not let you eat more greasy things. Half fried, half stewed." The soup is here, try it quickly. You should be hungry after sleeping."

Xie Feng was slightly startled, and sat on the stone bench with the same hands and feet. Mrs. Song pushed Song Xingping aside politely, "Bring out the chair, go and sit on the bench."

"Come on, Brother Feng, sit down, the stone bench is too cold, don't freeze it." Song Xingping was not angry, and smiled honestly.

Yuxuan suppressed a smile, and brought up egg custard with a saucer of vinegar, "Ma'am, there are steamed buns in the kitchen, stuffed with cowpea, and stuffed with red bean paste. Which would you like to eat?"

Just as Xie Feng was about to refuse, Yuxuan added, "The old lady made it herself, and it's hot."

"Bean paste stuffing." Xie Feng twitched the corner of his mouth. Is grandma feeding the pigs?

He was flattered and pulled all the breakfast into his stomach, and looked around while eating, "Where is your husband?"

Yuxuan thought for a while and said, "He and your father went out early in the morning, as if they were looking for someone?"

Xie Feng swallowed the last mouthful of pigeon soup, and smiled at Mrs. Song's shiny bowl.

Granny Song happily called Xie Feng well-behaved and sensible, and took away the bowls and chopsticks in a hurry, moving faster than the servants at the side, "Don't let me work, I can't be idle, my good grandson said to go out for lunch Eat, let's go to the restaurant and sit first."

Xie Feng nodded. After eating and drinking enough, he still needs to stand up and move around. He said to Yuxuan who was beside him, "Go and get my toolbox, some paper and pens, and bring some bamboo over here. .”

Song Xingping stood up, walked around in front of Xie Feng with a smile, the novelty hadn't passed yet, "What are you going to do?"

"Water gun, something that sprays water, a small toy." Boss Xie Feng shyly pulled the things on the table towards him.

"Toys?" Song Xingping had never heard of this kind of thing. Seeing that Xie Feng was struggling to saw the bamboo, he directly took over the job, "Do you want to cut it into pieces?"

Xie Feng nodded, and rubbed his palms that were still hot, "Just cut according to the bamboo joints, one end is solid and the other end is hollow."

Song Xingping often does farm work and is very skilled in this.He waved Xie Feng to sit down, "Go and do other things, leave this to me."

Xie Feng was wrapping strips of cloth on the stick, when he looked up, Song Xingping had already cut twenty or thirty sections.He hurriedly stopped Song Xingping, and smiled helplessly, "Grandpa, enough is enough."

Twenty or thirty water guns, I can't run out of them, let's sell them at the grocery store!There will still be an income, all in silver!Although the material is not worth the money, it is better than novelty.

The discomfort he felt when he first came to the capital made Song Xingping suffer from the same problem as Mrs. Song, and couldn't stay idle.

The corner of Xie Feng's mouth curled up, observing this silently, he put a piece of bamboo in Song Xingping's hand, and taught him to drill a hole in it, "This is the water suction port, suck water in , push it out."

Song Xingping's eyes widened when he heard the words, and he happily took a finished product that Xie Feng had just made to try, with shock written all over his face, "This is quite fun, it's for the grandson. Return it to you, ouch , your hand is really clever."

Xie Feng blushed, he didn't have the nerve to say that it was for his own fun, and he could also use it to play with Song Jingwen while taking a bath at night.

Song Xingping wondered, "Is it too hot, my face is red."

Xie Feng buried his head and pushed the blueprint over. The lines drawn by the pencil were more vivid and specific. He touched his earlobe embarrassingly and denied, "It's not hot, but the wind is blowing. Grandpa, look at this doll, isn't it pretty? It's for cubs."

Song Xingping held the blueprint solemnly, and frowned as if facing an enemy, thinking, "Well, it looks good. But, what is this, a dog or a cat?"

"What do you know, this must be..." Mrs. Song wiped her hands and grabbed the blueprint, "Hmm..."

Xie Feng's eyes flashed with hope, and he raised his hands happily, "Pig, next to it is a little monster."

The little monster was drawn after a little dinosaur, with its oddly shaped arms and legs combined together, it was really a monster in the eyes of Mrs. Song. She nodded in agreement and pouted her wrinkled mouth, quite understanding, " I was just about to say that it is exactly the same as the little piglet we raise, fat and fleshy at first glance. This monster is very strange, our family style brother really has a pair of discerning eyes!!"

"What are you going to sew? Grandma is good at it. I'll sew it for you. I'm not blind yet. I still have many years of craftsmanship." Mrs. Song moved in front of Xie Feng.

Xie Feng explained the process of making dolls to Mrs. Song in a concise and concise language, and he shyly rubbed his cheeks, "I saw that the cushions and sofas last time were very popular with brothers and sisters, so Adorable dolls are sure to earn a fortune too.”

Granny Song's eyes flashed with relief, "I think it's ok, leave it to me. Don't be tired, my granddaughter-in-law knows that housekeeping is a good thing, and that's what it should be. You see Jingwen spends money lavishly, no matter how rich he is, he can't help it." What a waste."

Xie Feng nodded grumpily, didn't even touch the needle and thread, and watched helplessly as old lady Song's needle-threading hand left an afterimage in front of him.

Mrs. Song was immersed in this job, and she still carried the basket when eating.Probably because he regained the touch, he stared at Xie Feng's abdomen from the corner of his eye, "I even sewed tiger-head shoes for my great-grandson, and I need a tiger-head hat too."

Song Jingwen pulled Xie Feng over with a dull face, and said with a smile, "Grandma is a little too excited, this cub hasn't come out yet."

Xie Feng was happy, "I feel like it's coming soon."

Song Jingwen pushed away the chair, let Xie Feng sit inside, and suddenly became excited, "That's okay, I've searched for all the midwives and doctors, and..."

Xie Feng tilted his head in confusion, "What?"

"Nurse is here too." Song Jingwen rolled on Xie Feng's chest in a mean way, poking his fluffy hair on Xie Feng's chin.

Xie Feng shyly and annoyed pulled the other person's hair and pushed him aside, "You, disciple!"

"You're talking nonsense," Song Jingwen stalked Xie Feng's face, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw the old man's death gaze, and his eyelids twitched.

He coughed dryly to cover up the lower half of his face with a cup of tea, "Cough... well, Dad, don't worry. I've already told the study, and the future newspapers will be published by them." One copy, the missing person notice is placed on half a page alone, so that people can see it."

Xie Chaoxiong snorted coldly, glanced at Song Jingwen faintly, and was dissatisfied and picky, "I said that you will not allow Rebecca's portrait."

The appearance of more than ten years ago in memory is not very referenced.What if someone looks alike and pretends to be it?

One of Song Jingwen's hands was firmly held, Xie Feng breathed out, feeling that he had grasped something vaguely.

Song Jingwen embraced Xie Feng's waist reassuringly, wrapping more than half of it, "As long as the name and age match the story you tell, it's fine. Even if you can't read, you should know when someone tells you a story. she."

"Is it really possible to find it?" Xie Feng didn't quite believe it. He leaned weakly on the side of Song Jingwen's leg with one leg, and said with a forced smile, "I don't remember what my mother looks like anymore."

Xie Chaoxiong shook his chopsticks, took a piece of glutinous rice cake and put it on Xie Feng's plate, and said with a smile, "I will always find it, you don't need to worry about it."

Because Song Jingwen made paper himself, the cost was low, and a newspaper only sold for five cents.Some people from poor families who cannot afford books keep newspapers every day, which can also be used as reading materials for literacy.

But the most eye-catching thing is the story section, which was left by Song Jingwen for Xie Feng to pass the time. At first, Xie Feng moved the story of Journey to the West to form a serial mode, arousing everyone's curiosity with the story, and then Increase newspaper sales.

Although the storyteller has also talked about Journey to the West, he can understand a different artistic conception when he reads it.

For example, there are often such quarrels on the street, some are arguing over whether the ranking of poems is exquisite or not, and some are fighting over which version of the story is the best.

"Hey, have you read the latest story about the vicious tiger spirit and his brother?" Someone stuck his chin in his mouth, stretched his head to read the newspaper in the opponent's hand, and spat out a melon seed shell in disdain.

The man turned around and retorted, "That story is just average. I said the big bad wolf and Little Red Riding Hood are good-looking!"

Later, with the encouragement of Song Jingwen, Xie Feng created his own stories, and occasionally wrote an article about the daily life of the two of them.Everyone took pains to dig out the preferences of Song Jingwen and Xie Feng from their daily life, as well as the secret of Song Jingwen's success.

After the parties learned about it, they were dumbfounded.

Today, Xie Feng slapped Song Jingwen on the face with the latest newspaper, and kicked off the stool without any momentum, "What's the matter with the most wanted brother in this section? Are you a shady man?"

Song Jingwen hurriedly came to ask for credit, and even put on a face, so as to make him reserved, he calmly said "um", "What's the matter, this No. 1 is, Xie Feng? Oh, little ancestor, alas, Look at your charm, you are invincible."

Xie Feng kicked up angrily, tearing the flesh of the back of Song Jingwen's hand between his lips and teeth, "It's a shame."

Somebody Song who did good deeds and killed someone who refused to admit it turned over and held down Xie Feng.

The delicate kiss fell down, submerging Xie Feng in a premeditated charming, even if he broke free, he would still be covered in sweetness.

Xie Feng gradually let go of his strength, and fell limply in Song Jingwen's arms, making a little whimpering sound.

Song Jingwen worked harder, pushed Xie Feng's hair away with one hand, and coaxed, "Baby, let me rub."

The month is getting older, and Song Jingwen doesn't dare to mess around, so he can only play a little game with Xie Feng aggrievedly.

Xie Feng pursed his lips with a bright red face, just as he was about to agree to the colic in his stomach.He firmly grasped Song Jingwen's arm with five fingers, so strong that he almost tore his clothes.The white fingers with well-defined joints, only the joints and joints were stained with blood.

Song Jingwen paused, and called Yuxuan in an orderly manner, with a tremor in his voice that was extremely inconsistent with his reaction, "Call the doctor over!! Hurry up!"

"Exhale, inhale." Song Jingwen kissed Xie Feng's eyes, and hurriedly kissed his ear, "Follow me, come on, relax."

Xie Feng straightened his body, resting his head on the bed, bumped into Song Jingwen's palm with a bang, shifting the pain for a moment.The veins on his neck were bulging, and the broken breasts were circling in his mouth, it hurt so much!

Yuxuan vaguely saw that Xie Feng's state was not right, he turned around and ran to the yard, shouting and immediately making a fuss in the Song residence.

Mrs. Song hurriedly dragged the midwife in, and then called Song Xingping to drag Song Jingwen out.A group of people waited outside anxiously, not even hearing a few cries.

The more it was like this, the more anxious it was. Song Jingwen almost passed through the wall of people surrounded by Song Xingping and his servants several times.

"It's a boy!"

The moment the midwife opened the door, Song Jingwen glanced at his son and rushed in.

Xie Feng was still panting heavily, and smiled sickly at him, "Cough, you..."

Mrs. Song wiped Xie Feng's sweat, glared at Song Jingwen, and said angrily, "Come in after packing up. What are you doing here now? Go and see your son, he's stuck here!"

Song Jingwen tricked and coaxed Mrs. Song out, curled her mouth as if about to cry, and hugged Xie Feng vainly.

"I don't have the energy to coax you," Xie Feng was still in pain, and was amused, "Are you going to cry with me?"

Song Jingwen covered his mouth, even more embarrassed than him, sniffed and said, "Hey, my wife is awesome."

"Aren't you going to see your son?" Xie Feng half-closed his eyes, his pupils began to slack, "The midwife said he was a brother."

Song Jingwen patted him on the back, carried him to a dry place, and shook his head, "That brat is accompanied by a group of people, I'll just accompany you."

Xie Feng was tired and fell asleep while talking.Song Jingwen picked him up lightly and went to the master bedroom, and made him go to the kitchen to boil two large pots of tonic soup in distress.

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Online translation: I heard that my father didn't even look at me, so he threw me aside, I'm going to stock up!happy!