Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

Mrs. Song fixed her sharp eyes on Song Jingwen, and then took another look at Xie Feng.What a shrewd person she is, if she can't see that there is something tricky between the two, she is blind.

I just don't know where the two of them have progressed, it must be my eldest grandson who was provoked by this vicious Xie Feng.

Mrs. Song gritted her teeth, "When did you buy bamboo, I don't know yet. There are people who don't spend money, but you have to be taken advantage of!"

The old lady Song looked at Xie Feng unceremoniously, Song Jingwen blocked the old lady Song calmly, and said with a smile, "The bamboo grown by myself is sweet!"

"Besides, those bamboos are considered the property of the village. If our family cuts hundreds of them, the villagers will have opinions."

The old lady Song sneered, her mouth was unforgiving but her heart softened, Song Jingwen had all the money on him to buy peppers, and now his pockets might be cleaner than his face, "Do you still have money, I made a lot of money today, give it all You. You are also a child with ideas, know how to measure."

Song Jingwen nodded obediently, and seeing that Mrs. Song had nothing to say, she dragged Xie Feng away.

Adding that last night's income was just enough for the bamboo, Xie Feng pouted and said, "Actually, it doesn't cost money, it's the same if I cut it for you."

Song Jingwen pressed against his forehead, the hot air puffed on his face, blowing the fine hairs on his cheeks, and joked, "Then I will be a softie. My little ancestor, a tael of silver is nothing. Cover your bed with silver."

Song Jingwen found that Xie Feng was like a little money addict, he had a kind of attachment to money, like shepherd's purse, he seized every opportunity to make money, but he was stingy with himself.

Song Jingwen held two bowls in his hand, and Xie Feng had one in his hand. After leaving Mrs. Song's sight, Xie Feng fell into a kind of guilt and self-blame.

Song Jingwen handed him another bowl, to save Xie Feng from pinching himself with his free hand all the time, without knowing the pain.

Song Jingwen finished sending off the second grandpa's share very quickly, but was stared at by the second grandma inexplicably, and he smiled heartlessly at the elder.

When Song Jingwen came out, he saw Xie Feng raised his fighting spirit suddenly, and said amusedly, "Why are you like a little rooster, who are you going to bite with your head high?"

With a slightly drunk face like drinking fake wine, Xie Feng blushed and said seriously, "I will definitely earn a lot of money. If your grandma doesn't agree with me, I will marry you. As long as... as long as you want, I will marry you." Anything is fine."

Xie Feng let out a breath after speaking, and looked at Song Jingwen firmly and stubbornly.

He felt that he would never meet someone who treated him better than Song Jingwen, and he fell in love with the man in front of him uncontrollably.Taking care of him meticulously, affirming his existence tirelessly, these are the warmth that Xie Feng has never felt before.

Even if the other party's grandma obstructed him, he was unwilling to let go.

Xie Feng has a secret in his heart that no one knows, he is afraid, he is afraid of repeating the same fate again.During the war period, Sun Cui married the lame man for money, and finally ended up being burned to death.

Once again, he is confident that he and the people he cares about will survive the war safely, as long as he is strong enough.It doesn't matter even if you look ugly, the future will speak with strength.

It was also the reason why he insisted on worshiping the old hunter as his teacher in spite of his mother's objection. He should never experience that feeling of being extremely depressed but inescapable.

Song Jingwen flicked his fingers on his head, dumbfounded, "Whatever you think, just leave it to me."

Song Jingwen took a bowl and held Xie Feng with one hand.Although he didn't know what kind of ideological struggle Xie Feng was doing, he clearly felt the uneasiness of his little boyfriend, and squeezed his hand and said, "Grandma found out that our relationship is unusual, to be precise, she doubted our relationship Yes. But she didn't make it clear, because she still can't accept it. She knows that if she really said it, I won't stand with her, she dare not bet. "

"When one day she pierces this layer of window paper, either she has admitted our relationship, or she has made up her mind to beat the mandarin duck."

Xie Feng heard that he held Song Jingwen's hand nervously, his brows were wrinkled, his gray-green eyes were full of sadness, and he asked pitifully, "Then what should I do?"

Song Jingwen couldn't help rubbing his lips, "There's me."

Xie Feng was fascinated by watching it again, and he was fascinated by Song Jingwen's self-confidence.He had a plan in mind, when that day came, he couldn't save the people in the village, but he must protect Song Jingwen!

Song Jingwen didn't let Xie Feng think outside the door alone this time, and stood in the main room of the grandfather's house with his little boyfriend.

"Grandpa, this is the spicy shrimp we made ourselves. They are all good things. It doesn't matter if it's cold, just return it to the pot for a while. The taste is very good. Grandma asked me to send a copy."

The old man in the main room was much older than Song Jingwen's grandfather, white hair with a little black hair scattered on top of his head, the old man had a goatee, and he had the majesty of an old man on his body. He smiled and pulled Song Jingwen said angrily, "Grandfather, I will be happy to see my half-buried old man. What else do I bring?"

Song Jingwen had a good impression of this kind-hearted old man, and the two of them chatted happily, "My nephew and grandson will definitely visit grandpa more often in the future, so don't make me annoying."

Xie Feng called out to the village chief cautiously, and he only came to the village chief's house a few times with his father.

The old man above has a lot of white hair for Shipo Village. He is only eight years older than Song Xingping, but he looks very old.

Song Xingde is an old man who has only one precious son, Song Zhihe.Even so, he did not indulge Song Xingping very much, and treated Song Zhihe as the requirement of cultivating the village chief.

As long as there is no problem with his conduct, Song Xingde will not restrict his freedom too much, and he will not even obstruct the matter with Brother Le.Although it is strict, it is still very painful in my heart.

Song Xingde is not a talkative person, he took his wife to ponder on the spicy shrimp, and left the space for their young people.

Seeing Song Xingde, the elder, Song Jingwen had left, he waved at Song Zhihe, "Spicy and spicy shrimp, this one is for Lin An."

Although there is a difference in generation between the two, Song Jingwen and Song Zhihe are about the same age, so they get along as peers.

Song Zhihe took the bowl in surprise. Looking at the red color in the bowl, he knew that the taste was unmistakable. He dipped a finger in some juice, his eyes widened, "You really delivered it, this shrimp The taste is really good! It's so delicious! It really made you do it, there is no fishy smell, but there is an extra, um, umami taste."

Song Zhihe smacked his lips and praised him, "You are amazing, you will be much smarter than us when you are not stupid."

Song Jingwen accepted the compliment happily, and said without shame, "I dare say that none of the chefs in this town are as skilled as I am. What are you waiting for, send it to Lin An."

Song Zhihe smiled honestly, "I'll be gone in a while, he's not at home now, he was taken out by his mother."

Song Zhihe looked at the familiar postures of Song Jingwen and Xie Feng, and asked in doubt, "Who are you?"

Song Jingwen spoke before Xie Feng, with a narrow smile in his eyes, he pouted his lips, "Same as you and Brother An."

Song Zhihe was not like others who were prejudiced against Xie Feng's appearance, and wished sincerely, "That's good, you are a daughter-in-law now and you don't have to worry about life."

He was surprised why Xie Feng didn't wear a turban anymore, so he found someone who didn't dislike his appearance.

Song Zhihe looked enviously at the clasped hands of the two, "Fool" and "Ugly", he was amused by his own wild thoughts.Idiots are not stupid anymore, in fact, ugly is not ugly, she is better looking than many men, but she doesn't look like a brother, and her facial features are a bit strange.

Song Jingwen shook his head, and rubbed Xie Fenghong's ears, "By the way, Lin An's father is a carpenter, right? I just happened to ask him for something, and I can find some money for your brother An."

Song Zhihe took Song Jingwen's hand excitedly, and was about to go to Lin An's house immediately, "Is what you said true? Since Uncle Lin Shiqiu hurt his eyes, not many people have asked him to do carpentry. Lin An's mother Take Lin An and take care of the crops in the field at the same time. Thank you, thank you very much."

Lin Shiqiu injured his eye when he went out to work, and became blind in one eye. He usually uses an eyepatch to cover that bad eye.

But even if he has no problem seeing things now, not many people dare to go to Lin Shiqiu to make expensive cabinets and the like.At most, he picked up some stools and other small items to live on, and the life of Lin An's family was not as good as before.

Song Jingwen scratched his head in embarrassment. The bamboo pot he wanted to make seemed to be a small thing?

Forget it, the words have already been let out, let's bite the bullet...

Xie Feng secretly rubbed Song Jingwen's palms with the old calluses on his hands. Song Jingwen pinched the troublesome hand and teased, "I will raise your hands and give you a delicate skin in the future. I will definitely make you white and strong." Strong."

The corner of Xie Feng's mouth twitched, he shook off Song Jingwen's hand angrily, and hummed, "Am I not strong enough? It would be even uglier if I was stronger."

Song Jingwen rubbed his nose embarrassingly, "Who says you're ugly, I'll cut him off, I just like yours. Damn it...you actually threw away my hand, hmph, I'm so sad~"

Song Zhihe, who was leading the way, couldn't take it anymore and coughed lightly.

Song Jingwen didn't have the self-consciousness to restrain himself, and his little boyfriend didn't let him hold his hand, so he shifted his target and hooked Song Zhihe's neck, "Brother, you have to be bold and enthusiastic, so that Brother An can't resist your charm, and one day you can A beauty like me is in your arms. How about I teach you a few tricks?"

Purely hooligan remarks, Song Zhihe pulled Song Jingwen's arm shyly, and greeted Lin Shiqiu who was sawing wood in the yard, "Uncle Lin, busy, my nephew wants to ask you to make something."

In terms of seniority, Song Jingwen really had to call him uncle.

Among the sawdust flying all over the sky, Song Jingwen saw a one-eyed middle-aged man slowly stand up from the ground. It turned out that the carpenter had been sitting on the ground.

Song Jingwen hurried forward and explained his purpose with a smile.

Who would have thought that Lin Shiqiu would not look at him, only staring at Song Zhihe, helplessly and stubbornly repeating what he said many times, "I don't need you to pity me, don't find me any more so-called guests. You I won’t pick it up if you give it to me, although your family has money, you can’t spend it like this.”

Song Zhihe saw that Lin An's family was living a tight life before, and he really couldn't bear his sweetheart to suffer, so he secretly paid others to find Lin Shiqiu to make furniture for him.After being discovered by Lin Shiqiu, the middle-aged man fell ill.Since then, Song Zhihe didn't dare to do this again.

Song Zhihe knew that he wanted to get off the hook and hurriedly explained, "Abbot, this really has nothing to do with me."

Song Jingwen watched the play for a while, felt some taste, smiled and pushed Song Zhihe away, dragged his voice, "Carpenter Lin, I asked you to process bamboo, I don't know if you will take this job .”

"I want to sell a batch of chili powder here. The purpose of coming to you is to engrave characters on bamboo to form a unique logo of our family. I wonder if you can take this job?"

In fact, Song Jingwen also wanted to add a cork to the opening of the bamboo tube, but the price must have exceeded his budget.

Lin Shiqiu didn't agree immediately, but looked at him suspiciously, "You really did it yourself?"

"Yeah." Song Jingwen nodded, and took out another blueprint from his pocket, "And this one, you can see if you can make it, but it's not urgent, you can study it slowly."