Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

Song Jingwen threw away the rope, blocked the sight of others with his broad back, and hugged Xie Feng suddenly, his heartbeat was a little abnormal.

Xie Feng was so ashamed that he buried himself in his chest and refused to look up, until the noise got closer and shyly pushed Song Jingwen away, "It's done, it's exactly the same as your drawing, every part is installed, can it be done?" Push away."

The front part of the first-generation bicycle was a cuboid nailed by a plank, with a wheel below, and the rear half was a seat, and wheels were also arranged under the seat.

Song Jingwen rubbed his head dumbfoundingly, raised his legs and stepped on the first-generation bicycle, and rode it around in a circle.

Before the villagers could react, they braked quickly, put their feet on the ground, raised their chins and said, "Little ancestor, sit up quickly. I will take you for a ride. This is for riding, not for pushing." .”

Xie Feng pursed his lips and walked towards him, sat cross-legged in the wooden basket in front of everyone, and smiled happily at Song Jingwen.

This is the sunshine that a 17-year-old boy should have. His smile is like the warm sun that dispels the winter morning fog, and there is a wave of heat in his bones.

"Sit down, hold up, let's go!" Looking at each other, there was uncontrollable excitement and throbbing.

Xie Feng sat in the basket obediently, looking around in surprise as the speed of the first-generation bicycle increased, "It's so fast! It's about to fly!"

The wind passed by the two of them, scratching Xie Feng's long hair, and the boy stretched out a hand and giggled, "Hurry up, they are going to catch up."

Song Jingwen turned his head and looked back. The villagers seemed to be crazy and desperately chased the two of them. The number of people chasing seemed to snowball, increasing.

Song Jingwen raised his eyebrows, leaned down and took a bite, "Sit still, I'm going to speed up! Let them chase, we are much faster than them, we can't catch up!"

Song Jingwen rode around the village as if showing off, not only intending to show off his bicycle, but also to declare his sovereignty over Xie Feng.

It's just that the road in the village is too uneven, and the bones of the two of them almost fell apart after parking.

As soon as Song Jingwen stopped the car, Song Xingping squeezed over first, "My good grandson, what are you doing? It's much faster than a bullock cart."

The village chief's eyes lit up, and he carefully reached out and touched the rack of the bicycle, "Good stuff, good stuff!"

Song Jingwen curled up his lips, smiled, and pulled Xie Feng past him without hesitation, "This is made by Xie Feng. It's called a bicycle. It's like I just rode on it and can run."

The village chief stared at Xie Feng in disbelief, "You did this, amazing, Xie Chaoxiong is really lucky to have a son like you."

The person with sharp ears heard it, and hurried over, wanting to talk, but also a little afraid of this tall and strong brother, he asked nervously, "Can I try it, can you lend me a ride?"

Xie Feng gave the man a weird look, and said with a cold face, "This is for Song Jingwen, and you don't know how to ride either."

Song Jingwen finally taught Xie Feng. At this moment, Xie Feng held his head proudly, "I just learned it. If you don't know how to ride, you will definitely fall."

Song Jingwen pinched his earlobe amusedly, and said, "You can ride, and you can ride for a quarter of an hour for a penny. I'll give you a lot of fun."

"I still need money." Someone looked at the bicycle reluctantly, "It won't break after a while, you are too stingy."

"It's fine if you don't ride. Is it easy for Xie Feng to do this? Look at this little hand, how worn it is. Do you think anyone can make this thing?" Song Jingwen made a gesture to push the bicycle into the yard.

Xie Feng poked his palm upon hearing this, but he didn't expect this person to even notice the wound on his hand.

"Ride, ride, let me ride." A woman who loves to join in the fun of the Lintian family hurriedly handed over a penny to Song Jingwen, as if she was afraid that he would repent, she stepped on the bicycle, a little at a loss, "Here, why are you riding? Son of the Song family."

Xie Feng ran over and supported her from behind, and it took five or six minutes to teach her from crooked at first to proficiency.

However, Xie Feng would not let Song Jingwen get started with any women and brothers, and he taught them tirelessly.

Song Jingwen was covering his stomach with a smile, he looked so petty, no matter how cute he looked.

While Song Jingwen was busy collecting money, a carriage slowly entered Shipo Village.The people in the carriage finally arrived at Song's house amidst the turbulence.

"Why are there so many people here?" Che Jinwu carefully picked up Bai Jinrong who had jumped off the carriage, and turned to look at the young man who was smiling the most in the crowd, "I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you so much, Brother Song."

Bai Jinrong was more straightforward. He rushed towards Xie Feng, let him pinch his arm, and said triumphantly, "Brother Xie, I'm so good now that I can lift a twenty-pound stone."

Xie Feng was a little embarrassed. He didn't know what attitude to use towards Bai Jinrong, so he withdrew his hand at a loss, "It's good, keep practicing, and you can also strengthen your body."

On the one hand, he thinks that Bai Jinrong's personality is quite pleasing and not annoying.But he was afraid of unexpected disasters and smashed everything she had now.

Song Jingwen noticed the situation here, and pulled Xie Feng behind his back to dust him off.

"It's okay, let's run if the sky really falls." Song Jingwen understood Xie Feng's concerns, rubbed his fingertips and persuaded, "Besides, you see the relationship between the Bai family and the Che family is so good. We are just ordinary people. Why should the family take us under the knife."

"It's not deterrent to use our knife. Why are you worried so much? You have an acquaintance in the Bai family?"

Xie Feng shook his head, but it suddenly seemed like a dream, the Che family did not fail in his previous life.Hearing Song Jingwen's words, his heart suddenly became clear.

"Hey, what is this, brother Xie, come here quickly." Bai Jinrong exclaimed and turned around in place.

The person who had ridden the bicycle before saw a carriage parked in front of Song's house and was so frightened that he fell out with the carriage, causing a group of people to burst into laughter.

Song Jingwen waved his hands and sent off a group of fellow villagers.

"This is a big family, right? Look at the carriage, and then look at the clothes the two young masters are wearing. The fabric looks more comfortable than ours."

"Song Jingwen is really capable. You didn't hear the tall man calling him a brother. You can't afford to offend the Song family now. Don't do stupid things like Song Yang."

Song Jingwen didn't care about the discussion among the villagers, and happily leaned on the door panel to see his sweetheart.

Xie Feng smiled and pushed the bicycle back and taught Bai Jinrong to ride.Bai Jinrong was enjoying himself so much that he held onto the car and refused to get off, "How much is it, I'll buy it!"

Cha Jinwu smiled and didn't speak, obviously it was the same intention.

Xie Feng turned his head suddenly, staring at him vigilantly like a giant dragon guarding jewels, "Not for sale!"

He made it himself, he made it for Song Jingwen, it was the first car in his life, how could he sell it to others.

Che Jinwu looked at his brother with a firm gaze in surprise, and casually waved his folding fan, "You made it? Brother Song, are you really not selling it?"

Song Jingwen spread his hands, resting his chin on Xie Feng's shoulder, as if there was nothing I could do about it, "Do whatever my husband says, listen to him."

Xie Fengzhu's eyes widened, and his aura softened immediately, "You you...what did you call me?"

Song Jingwen shook his head with a smirk, "No, I'll listen to you."

Xie Feng opened his hand angrily, turned around and left with grievances, "Obviously called Fu Lang, you stinky shameless little rascal."

Song Jingwen's eyes shone slyly, "Little Ancestor, I'm calling, I'm calling you Husband."

Che Jinwu couldn't take it anymore, and interrupted the two, "Then ask this little brother to make two more, one for me and Bai Jinrong."

Holding the bicycle tightly, Bai Jinrong twisted his body and begged him, "Brother Xie, Brother Feng, make two more, or more, and I'll buy it from you."

Once a stranger and second acquaintance, Xie Feng took over the business after getting Song Jingwen's nod.

Bicycles are also a business under "Xianghuan", so the products produced must be marked.Because Xie Feng is not yet married to Song Jingwen, the two are not considered a family.

Xie Feng refused to take Song Jingwen's drawings in vain, and after the two discussed, Xie Feng regarded technology as a stake in "Xie Huan".

Cha Jinwu originally came for the "Luban Stool", but he ran into a big surprise.Now that the bicycles are settled, several people start to talk about business.

Sitting in the upper seat, Che Jinwu and Bai Jinrong said solemnly, "I've thought about it. The 'Luban Stool' we mentioned last time can cooperate. You have the supply and I have the channel. Are you afraid that things won't work?"

It's been so long, the old fox!I must have found someone to study the structure of the "Luban Stool", and came to discuss cooperation when I found that I couldn't make it, profiteer.

Song Jingwen waved his hands in a principled manner, "You have to find Carpenter Lin for the business of 'Luban Stool', I don't care about it."

"Brother Song, then lead the way." Cha Jinwu folded his fan inexplicably and tapped his palm, "If you have money, you don't make money. If I'm not wrong, you sold the blueprints to Carpenter Lin. It's like selling the recipes to me back then. When you’re at it, you can take things into your own hands.”

Song Jingwen didn't care, "It's just a 'Luban stool', it's nothing."

Lin Shiqiu didn't expect to have such a big Buddha at home, so he quickly called Su Chen back, "Song Jingwen, are you serious? You two are here to buy a 'Luban Stool', please come in, wait a moment."

Che Jinwu didn't expect that this man would call his husband back to discuss business together. Generally, the man is the master of the house, and he doesn't like the other half to get involved too much.

However, there may be a reason why the country people are not as particular about the rich and powerful.

Who knew that Lin Shiqiu was just a decoration, and the business was all discussed by Su Chen.

Song Jingwen sent Cha Jinwu and Bai Jinrong away, and forced Xie Feng to have a meal at his home.

Mrs. Song is not as resistant to Xie Feng as before. After all, when Song Yang scolded Song Jingwen for having no father or mother, it was true that Xie Feng was protecting Song Jingwen.Today, I still know that Xie Feng has such an outstanding skill, and everyone at the dinner table gave him a high look, "Xie Feng, eat some meat. This kid, why don't you give the bicycle to our family, it's too expensive."

"Grandmother, this is Xie Feng's wish, so you just keep it." Mrs. Song was polite, and after hearing Song Jingwen's words, she felt even more upset.

Outside the bamboo forest, Xie Feng put his toes around Song Jingwen's neck with a smile, and blew into his ear, "Your grandma's attitude towards me has changed, does it mean that she doesn't hate me so much anymore?"

Song Jingwen pressed his forehead against his forehead, and praised him, "My little ancestor is awesome. First he subdued me, and now he subdued grandma. It seems that I don't need to do anything, you are such a clever little ghost."

The author has something to say: Boss Song’s diary on October 13, 11.19th year of Yuanlong calendar

The road hasn't been repaired yet, so get the car up first.Well, I'm such a little genius.Don't ask why you trust Xie Feng so much to hand over the drawings to him, it's love, eh, others won't understand.Passionate love makes a man blind!

Note: This kind of bicycle can refer to the bicycles that appeared on the streets in France in the early days, which are somewhat similar.