Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

Song Yang was randomly thrown in the utility room by the Song family, and spent the night in a damp and cold corner.He secretly grinded the rope on his body, his teeth itching with hatred, and he didn't even have a quilt.Ever since he was arrested and brought to Song's house, his stomach that hadn't eaten any water or rice began to protest restlessly. The duckling he ate yesterday was completely digested.

Song Yang sucked the remaining pieces of meat between his teeth, and he still had the strength to knock on the door after a day of starvation, "Let me out! You wicked people, are you trying to starve me to death if you don't give me food?"

"If you have the ability to kill me directly, what is the ability to starve me to death!"

Song Yang took it for granted that the Song family would not dare to do anything when they brought him back. At most, they would starve him, but could they really kill him?

"If you make any more noise, be careful and I'll cut you!" The wooden door suddenly cracked, shaking off the dust all over the floor.

Song Yang shrank his neck in fright, relying on Song Jingwen to stand outside the door and utter nonsense, "Song Jingwen, you bastard, what can you do to me? Tell you, my wife is pregnant. If you touch me, my wife You and the child are left at your house. Anyway, your old Song family doesn’t lack the money, and it’s not that they can’t afford it.”

"Listen, what is this little bastard talking about, how can there be a daughter-in-law and children for others to raise!" Mrs. Song walked around angrily, obviously thinking that this was a big trouble.

Song Xingping took a puff of dry cigarette, didn't speak, just looked at Song Jingwen with cloudy eyes.

After a while, he hesitated and said, "If we don't let him go back, our family will consider ourselves unlucky for such a small loss. It's easier to ask God to send him away, so it's better to send him away as soon as possible."

"Old man, what are you talking nonsense about? It's all money. Besides, if you let him go, next time anyone who comes here will dare to come to our house to play wild, and they will treat our house as a soft persimmon. !" Mrs. Song couldn't hold back, pinched Song Xingping with her eyes wide open, then turned her head and said sternly to her sons and wives, "Our Song family can't be looked down upon by others. Straight up!"

Song Jingwen had a better understanding of Song Xingping's level of kindness. He smacked his lips and pulled out a thick wooden stick from the kitchen, "I don't want to suffer from being dumb! Let him go back? I think he's just thinking about shitting. If you don't accept it, just beat it. Doesn't he like beating his wife, I will let him experience this kind of treatment."

Song Jingwen carried Song Yang out of the utility room with a cold face, saw that he was still yelling dishonestly and brought up the wooden stick in his hand, and then gave him a hand, leaned down with the wooden stick in his hands, and said in a bad tone, "Come to us The Song family has to abide by the rules here, we may have misunderstood a little, now, please come back not to let you enjoy yourself, but to work and pay off your debts, when will you make up for the losses you caused, let's talk about it."

Song Jingwen pointed to the Song family in the courtyard and said, "Your status in our family is not as good as that of a few children. You are a bit discerning. If you don't work, you won't get food. I'm not a good person."

Song Jingwen patted his cheek contemptuously, and smiled evilly, "You said, right?"

Mrs. Song was stunned, with her shriveled mouth open for a long time, she couldn't regain her senses, muttering why her eldest grandson seemed a little fierce.

But Song Shishan didn't feel uncomfortable at all, after all, Song Jingwen was not merciless in cleaning up Zhang Erquan last time in the town.What's wrong with being fierce, the Song family is on the left and right, people who are kind will be bullied.

Song Shishan's thinking was entirely due to the robber thinking that Song Jingwen had instilled in him before, and he was even a little eager to try, "Nephew, leave the fish pond to him? This batch of big red shrimp and big white shrimp can be sold. There are a lot of them." The restaurant is waiting."

The old lady Song looked at Song Jingwen and knew what he was thinking. Song Yang must have other arrangements. She took over the conversation, "You can solve that matter. The shrimp will only be sold for this season."

Song Yu suddenly appeared at this time, and he followed Song Jingwen with his little tail cocked in a pretentious manner, "Brother, does he have to listen to me too?"

Song Jingwen didn't say yes or no, he took Song Yang out for a walk, in the name of strengthening his body, and tossed Song Yang enough, "Hurry up, just throw it up the mountain with your physique, don't lose your life I've heard that beasts cannibalize people and tear them into pieces one bite at a time."

Song Yang was so frightened that he trembled. Lai sat on the ground and was beaten severely, so he could only continue running with weak legs and feet, silent like a quail.

The villagers showed an unbearable expression, and just about to say a few words of persuasion, they couldn't help taking a step back when they met Song Jingwen's cold eyes.

"Hey, Song Jingwen is too fierce."

"Who said it wasn't? When I went shopping at Song's house before, he was smiling and friendly. I thought this kid was just a little bit poisonous, but seeing him today is scary. Song Yang ran slowly, so I couldn't help but say that A stick."

Lin Tian had nothing to do, took a steamed bun and followed them with great interest, "Don't tell me, I live next door to his house, and when he killed water mice last time, he smiled at me with blood on his hands, scaring me!" I haven't slept well for several nights."

Lin Tian noticed that Song Yang was always looking at her, and even if she ran to the front, she still looked at her with her neck hooked. She spat in displeasure, rolled her eyes and took another bite of the steamed bun.

Only then did he realize that Song Yang was not looking at her, but at the steamed bun in her hand, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.There is an inexplicable anger that I am not as good as a steamed bun.There was still a sense of pity, "Song Jingwen, did Song Yang not eat?"

Song Jingwen kicked Song Yang with a smile, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Auntie, you don't know. He refused to eat. He said he felt guilty for our family and was embarrassed to eat if he didn't work. Our pepper field In addition, there were dozens of taels of ducks that were strangled, and he really couldn't bear it."

Song Jingwen looked at a person from a distance, and suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and shook his hands excitedly, still saying, "So I plan to find something for him to do, take him to the mountains in the afternoon, let him display his personal value. For example, doing The bait or something, isn't it that big bugs like to eat people, let's see if we can hunt one back."

Song Yang's feet went limp, and he staggered and sat down on his knees.Of course Song Jingwen couldn't do such a harmful thing, he just made it up to scare him.

Song Yang had finally seen what it means to reverse black and white, he hesitated with a thick red neck, "I, I..."

After organizing for a long time, Song Jingwen choked back his stomach with a laugh.

While speaking, Xie Feng had already arrived in front of Song Jingwen, and inexplicably shyly pulled out a new thing from behind, "Jing Wen, I made this out of leftover materials."

Xie Feng was reluctant to throw away the wood left over from making bicycles. Inspired by Song Jingwen, he made something similar to a children's scooter.

He called himself Jing Wen, without a name or surname, which was probably the closest and proper name Xie Feng could think of.

Song Jingwen felt that Xie Feng's name was not sticky enough, so he grabbed Xie Feng's collar with a little dissatisfaction.

Lin Tian was startled, and timidly retreated to the side of the villagers, "Song Jingwen is going to beat someone again!"

Xie Feng glanced at the crowd inexplicably, a little confused, "Who did you hit?"

"The one on the ground." Song Jingwen raised his chin, and Song Yang shrank back immediately.Song Jingwen suggested more and more wickedly, "I'll go up the mountain later, do you want to go? I'll find some wood for you, and you can make it slowly when you come back. Build whatever you want."

Xie Feng only felt a warm current passing through his heart, and nodded quickly, "Why are you so nice, just, it seems like you keep me in your heart all the time."

"Loving you is thinking of you when I see everything." Rustic but straightforward love words are enough to make two novices blush.Xie Feng covered his eyes and saw Song Jingwen sniggering, so he coughed bluntly, stepped on the children's scooter pretending to be very serious, and grabbed the handrail with both hands, "I can play this, you don't need to teach me."

Xie Feng's body shape and the scooter have an inexplicable sense of incompatibility. Xie Feng is bent over, and the small scooter is under his feet, showing a cute contrast on the whole.

"Oh, my little ancestor." Song Jingwen picked him up by the waist, smiled and kissed his upturned nose.

At this time, the villagers' attention was attracted by the scooter again. Anyway, the matter of Song Jingwen and Xie Feng was not blind to everyone, and it had long since ceased to be a novelty.

Lin Tian carefully stood on the scooter for fear of breaking the board.She stole her foot and jumped out from the crowd, "That's good, but it's not as fast as a bicycle."

Xie Feng generously gave the scooter to everyone this time, because he also found that the performance of this scooter is not as good as that of a bicycle. He just wants to send the best things to Song Jingwen.

It is impossible to imagine that the rich and rich in Ningchang Town will ride bicycles, and the poor will also enjoy scooters.Each has its own fun, and it is a rare sight for a big man to lie on a small scooter with his back stretched out.

It's a pity that Song Jingwen can't see the scene of Xie Feng clumsily pedaling the scooter with his back bent. He is so cute. He can only see such a cute Xie Feng!The man's damned possessiveness was at work, scratching Song Jingwen's heart.

He secretly made up his mind to design the most gorgeous and unique scooter for Xie Feng!

"Let's eat." It was Song Yu who came to deliver the meal, followed by the courageous Song Lei.

Song Yang looked at the steamed buns and pickled vegetables in front of him and fell into self-doubt. He gritted his teeth and wanted to kick them over, but he didn't dare to eat them.

He glared angrily, grabbed the steamed bun angrily, "This is what your family eats? Brat, did you hide the food?"

Although Song Yu has been whipped by Song Jingwen many times, and he has some rules under the stick, he is a master with a temper, and he will grab steamed buns at the beginning.

Song Yang quickly stuffed it into his mouth three or two times, choking so hard that he couldn't breathe, he hurriedly took the water that Song Yu handed over and gulped it down, smacking his lips to taste an earthy smell.

Song Yang finally understood what it means to be lower than a child, and he was a lot more honest in the Song family.

The author has something to say: Boss Song’s diary on October 14, 3.10th year of Yuanlong calendar

Hey, I'm really not a bad person, why doesn't my uncle believe it!If it wasn't for me not being able to fight, I... I would have robbed the marriage!