Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

Song Jingwen thought to himself that standing and talking would not hurt his back, and he didn't know what to do with it.

He was also puzzled by Xie Feng's puzzled eyes, and quietly pinched the other's fingertips, "Your Highness is making fun of us again."

"Pretend to be confused again," He Qianheng smiled and put down the cup in his hand, showing no signs of anger, "However, whether we can go or not depends on the movement of Di Zhuguo and what His Majesty wants."

He Qianheng's speech was always in the cloud, making it difficult for people to figure it out.He didn't talk full, and he didn't tell the truth. He was so angry that his teeth itched.

"Then why are you doing this?" Song Jingwen breathed a sigh of relief, twisted a piece of cold cake and fed it into Xie Feng's mouth, leaned back on the chair freely, and snorted dissatisfiedly, "That's right It's really like it."

He Qianheng patted him on the shoulder and smiled, "It's too early for you to relax. In two days, Kyoto will be lively."

"It's good fun. When there are more people, the business will be good. When the business is good, all the money will be in the pocket. Are you unhappy?" Song Jingwen chewed the frosted peanuts "crackling".

He Qianheng moved the spoon, put the pumpkin soup back, and smiled maliciously, "Of course I'm happy. Do you want me to send you a helper to take care of your business?"

"That's a pretty good idea," Song Jingwen rebuffed bluntly, "It's not that I don't have enough people here."

Take care of the business, don't pretend that the business is someone else's.

The mixed emotions of disappointment, secret joy, and excitement immediately showed on He Qianheng's face without reservation. He was waiting for this sentence and said, "You don't lack people, but I do. Then you can lend me Song Zichen." , I want him."

Song Jingwen watched his micro-expressions like he was insane. Unless his acting skills were too good, he must have something for Song Zichen. He sighed softly, "Song Zichen has his own heart, why do you want to get involved?"

A man pointed out that he wanted a brother, and it was not convincing to say that he had no intentions.

He Qianheng curled his lips in disgust, "I have my own place, so it's just wishful thinking to be sure. I was just saying hello to you. Do you believe me or not, and Song Zichen obediently followed me?"

Song Jingwen narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "The words of His Royal Highness must be credible."

He Qianheng smiled with satisfaction, and while Song Jingwen was not paying attention, he drank the pumpkin soup slowly, and no one discovered that His Royal Highness is actually a sweet tooth.

Xie Feng brought back the toffee that crawled towards He Qianheng, and took a sip of honey water for him to satisfy his mouth, so as not to go up and grab anyone who moved his mouth, "Toffee, good boy, your daddy is making money for you!" Where's the money for diapers. Come, eat candy."

Toffee wriggled her small mouth, and happily reached out to hug her, "Pfft."

A glistening saliva made him happy, he leaned back clucking, and sipped the sugar water in the bowl in two or three gulps, "Bah."

The simple word caught Song Jingwen's ears unexpectedly, and he happily hugged the milk candy to his lap, teasing him, "Did the baby call you daddy? Call again."

Toffee's eyes widened, she held back her words, and smiled foolishly at He Qianheng.

Song Jingwen shook his head and laughed, "I'm still talking like a toffee. I'm so happy."

Xie Feng leaned over and purposely called out in Song Jingwen's ear, his brows and eyes rippling, "Ba!"

Song Jingwen suppressed Huo and rubbed Xie Feng's waist, he held the little ancestor's hand and kissed it bitterly, raised his eyebrows and said, "Sometimes you call."

The two let go of their clasped hands stickily, and when they turned around, they saw Toffee had already climbed onto He Qianheng's lap, and He Qianheng was also babbling with him rarely.

I don't know what language to use, so I enjoyed the novel as a freshman.

"Then I'll give you this finger," Yuhe Qianheng, who has been raising her for so many years, gave it away without blinking, and said solemnly, "We have made an agreement, and we can't go back on our word."

Toffee finally got the finger wrench that she had been eyeing for a long time as she wished. She grinned and shook He Qianheng's finger, as if responding, "Puff."

Xie Feng was fascinated and asked curiously, "What did Toffee say?"

Song Jingwen spread his hands and speculated, "Probably...Tong Yan Wuji?"

The corner of He Qianheng's mouth twitched, and he nodded Xiao Douding's head, "Speaking is not enough to wet the bed."

Xie Feng couldn't laugh or cry and grabbed Toffee who was swearing at people, the corner of Toffee's mouth was curled up to cry, and while blinking tearful eyes, he hid the wrenching finger that came over into Xie Feng's arms.

This money-greedy little guy looks exactly like Xie Feng, Song Jingwen couldn't help but laugh when he saw it.

A hundred-day banquet was almost coming to an end. Song Zichen happily brought in a plate of strawberries from the outside, meeting He Qianheng's scrutinizing eyes, and generously presented the strawberries to the other party, "Do you want to eat strawberries?"

The seductive aroma lingered in He Qianheng's nose, and he looked carefully at the finger stuck on his chest. The country guy who is used to rough work, what can he argue with?

He Qianheng walked around with a sneer, and snorted coldly, "Only you guys like to eat something so sweet and toothless."

Song Zichen curled his fingers uncomfortably, "If you don't eat, then don't eat, why are you so fierce."

When He Qianheng heard this, he turned around and came back, whispering, "I know where the person you looked for in the newspaper is, I've seen him before."

Song Zichen didn't care about the fallen strawberries, so he casually stuffed the plate into the passing Ling Donghao's hand, and hurriedly followed He Qianheng away.

Holding a plate of strawberries, Ling Donghao rolled his eyes speechlessly, and was really moved by the unknown object in his hand, so he took a deep breath.

Between eating and not eating.

"Eat," Xie Feng grabbed a handful first, and started to eat on his own.This strawberry was the first batch he had grown in a greenhouse. I don't know if it tastes good, but it smells delicious.

Only then did Ling Donghao lick the strawberry from the tip of the red tail, his eyes widened, "Why haven't I seen this kind of food?"

Song Jingwen paced over, picked out a deformed strawberry, and said, "Of course it's because there was no stock before, so it wasn't sold in the store."

Taking it out at this time is because of the cold weather. Fruit is a rarity, let alone a new variety of strawberry. It is a matter of course to launch it through the Hundred Days Banquet.

Sure enough, Ling Donghao directly and straightforwardly asked for fifty coins, one tael of silver and twenty coins.

After the deposit was paid, Ling Donghao realized that Song Jingwen was a black heart, obviously what he heard Xie Feng said was one tael and thirty taels of silver!

The reputation of strawberries has been spread, because the production of the greenhouses cannot keep up, so you have to make an appointment to buy them.For a while, strawberries were selling better than meat.

Eating things that others cannot buy will make people in it feel superior, and people outside the circle will want to blend in even more.

Xie Feng's abacus beads were jingling, and they picked the biggest and best strawberries to send out, "I don't eat them, there are not enough to sell."

Song Jingwen withdrew his hand, threw the strawberry into his mouth, broke Xie Feng's chin and pushed it to his mouth, wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and said indifferently, "It's a big deal, I won't sell it, there is no reason why I don't eat it, Doesn’t the old man who sells vegetables eat his own vegetables?”

Xie Feng smacked his lips, and opened his mouth with unsatisfied meaning, completely forgetting what he said just now, and happily accepted Song Jingwen's feeding.

Xie Feng rested his legs on Song Jingwen's abdomen, counting the books one by one, "Has Song Zichen not come back yet?"

"I think the prince treats him a little differently," Song Jingwen analyzed calmly, "full of hostility, logically speaking, the two should have no connection."

He picked up the toffee and put the little boy on the carpet, "It's just that one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. Song Zichen ran away by himself and will come back."

Xie Feng felt that something was messed up, and he panicked for no reason.

Toffee grabbed the little wolf's leg and was about to stand up tremblingly, but one leg was weak and fell on the little wolf's belly, rolling around on the little wolf's stomach heartlessly.

"Bah," no one paid any attention to him, Toffee turned his eyes and gnawed on Song Jingwen's foot, which was not lethal at all, but instead knocked his own teeth, and cried with a "wow".

After crying twice, Song Jingwen kicked his little butt, and cursed with a smile, "This kid only thunders but never rains, you little liar."

There was a lot of noise outside the door, Xie Chaoxiong hurriedly stepped into the threshold, saw the two hugging each other and coughed again, and retreated outside the screen with shame.

"Come out, both of you," Xie Chaoxiong rubbed his beard, walking back and forth impatiently, "Feng'er, hurry up, I've found your mother!"

Xie Feng's hands trembled a little, and he stammered more timidly, "My mother, where are you?"

"Father, are you sure it's your mother?" In contrast, Song Jingwen was much calmer, "I haven't seen you for so many years, so I won't admit my mistake."

Xie Chaoxiong stomped his beard and stared, "What nonsense! My wife, how could I admit my mistake!"

Xie Chaoxiong arranged the person in his room, and asked two servants to guard outside, as if he was afraid that Rebecca would run away.

Xie Feng watched from a distance an overly bright woman fiddling with Kodan-painted fingers, leaning boldly on the door frame.

"Rebecca, this is our son, Xie Feng." Xie Chaoxiong surrounded Rebecca as if asking for credit, and swayed in front of Rebecca as if intending to attract her attention.

"Get out of the way, I'll see for myself."

Rebecca pushed Xie Chaoxiong away with a frown, stared at Xie Feng for a few times, and then remained motionless as if in a state of concentration, then wiped the corners of her eyes, and waved at Xie Feng, "Feng'er, come here, show me. "

He really looks like his son.Rebecca wept and embraced Xie Feng. The mother and child met with tears in their eyes, "It looks good, looks like a mother. I didn't expect to grow up so big, and even have a child. Mother can't be by your side." Watching you grow up."

Xie Feng was told by Rebecca that he lost the golden bean, threw himself into his mother's arms, cried like a wronged child, and called mother slowly.

Rebecca put a sticker on his red and swollen eyes distressedly, "Stop crying, go with mother, to mother's side."

"This is the man you're looking for? It's okay to see, but he's a little thin. The man in Di Zhuguo is much stronger than him." Rebecca turned to Song Jingwen again, "You can also take Toffee and follow me. Go to my place to make up."

Xie Feng shook his head, and before he could speak, Xie Chaoxiong became anxious, "Why do you still have to go, didn't you come to reconcile with me? Wherever you go, go to your place of fireworks!"

Rebecca stood in front of Xie Feng, and choked back mercilessly, "I didn't ask you to come with me, why are you in a hurry. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had the chance to run such a big brothel Woolen cloth."

Rebecca intentionally blurred the nature of the locust building. The building she managed with painstaking care did not feed the homeless. They were all performers but not their bodies. They relied on their own labor to eat. They took the elegant route. What is there to be ashamed of? of.

Rebecca felt that there was nothing wrong with her. The girls in her building were all willing to stay, and they were all people who couldn't afford to eat. She never did things like prostitution.If it weren't for the constant search for her in the newspapers, she wouldn't have planned to show her face at all.

"You..." Xie Chaoxiong's apology stuck in his throat, and he was so anxious that he couldn't speak clearly.

"What are you?" Rebecca turned around and threw out the earrings in her sleeves with red eyes, and slammed them on Xie Chaoxiong's body forcefully. Hello."

Xie Feng stared blankly at the two of them tossing the earrings back and forth, and looked at Song Jingwen for help.

"Father, mother." Song Jingwen pushed Xie Feng to Rebecca's side, and stopped Xie Chaoxiong himself, acting as a peacemaker, "Let's sit down and chat slowly. Send your mother back."

The two snorted angrily, and Rebecca said first, "There's nothing to talk about. I just came to see my son. I don't know this bad old man."

Xie Feng sent the toffee to Rebecca's arms, and interrupted, "Mom, you can live with me, and you can have someone to take care of you. I don't worry about you living outside alone, I miss you."

Rebecca gritted her teeth and kicked Xie Chaoxiong's chair leg angrily, "I knew your father would not be able to protect you. Did that poisonous woman Sun Cui treat you badly?"

Xie Chaoxiong almost held his breath, he dragged Song Jingwen away with a bitter face, as if he cared about his age, "Do I look very old?"

Song Jingwen comforted him, "Don't get old, use some face cream to make you look younger."

Xie Chaoxiong secretly looked at Rebecca, and whispered to his son-in-law, "Your mother was even more beautiful when she was young, and she was not so fierce. It's also my fault. It's not easy for her to be a woman outside. If she is not bad, she will suffer."

Song Jingwen was noncommittal.

"Do you think she really hates me?" Xie Chaoxiong sighed and lowered his head, deeply sad, "If you say that if I divorce Sun Cui, will she be happier? Forgive me."

Song Jingwen clicked his tongue. He didn't expect that the father-in-law was still a hidden scumbag, and the acceptance of three wives and four concubines was quite high at this time.He said truthfully, "Mom, she still has feelings for you, otherwise why didn't she throw away the earrings, and kept the lonely one, waiting for you to take the initiative to admit your mistake."

Xie Chaoxiong struggled and said, "How can I admit my mistake to her as a big man? I don't know how to do it."

"You have to be thick-skinned. To put it bluntly, my mother is a boss now, and she is still pretty." Song Jingwen flickered slowly, "If you don't know for sure, a man will be killed halfway, and you will think about it later. There is no chance of apologizing."

Xie Chaoxiong suddenly had a sense of crisis, and stood in front of Rebecca, facing the latter's novel eyes without holding back a fart for a while, and chased after Rebecca with his neck stuck, like a dumping The tail that does not fall.

The author has something to say: Boss Song’s diary on October 16, 5.17th year of Yuanlong calendar

My daughter-in-law asked me if I saw his little picture album, how could I not know, I was eaten by toffee.Sure enough, he wasn't angry, and brought a bag of chestnut cakes for Toffee.After learning, he asked me if I saw his clothes, and I pointed to the little wolf.

Hey, why don't you believe it!I was bitten so unexpectedly, what a pity!

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The setting of the young master of green tea is a bit fragrant, and the hand that wants to start the article is just around the corner.You are beautiful and rich but still love only one person, and you will try your best to get the other person, and you will curl your lips in grievance when you are attacked by your sweetheart, showing an innocent and pitiful look.