Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

Xie Feng rushed out like crazy, but was carried by Song Jingwen on his shoulders, and the body between the boy and the man suddenly fell on the bed.

Xie Feng was stunned by the fall, and took a small breath with his mouth open.The expression was a little tense, like a smile or aggrieved, "You, what are you doing."

Song Jingwen stood up, knelt on his side with one leg, with unresolved lust in his black eyes, lowered his head to hide Xie Feng's neck, and said in a low voice, "Don't move, I will slowly .You were so handsome just now, I was a little moved."

It's not just a heartbeat, the hormones are soaring rapidly, and the young man can't stand it at all!

The ruthless energy on Xie Feng's body made Song Jingwen smell the same kind of breath.

Xie Feng put his arms around Song Jingwen's neck tentatively, raised his face and kissed the corner of his mouth lightly.The heart seemed to be shattered, and it kept clamoring to be released.

The lips that parted at the touch of a touch, the ambiguous and lingering eyes.

Xie Feng woke up a little bit, pushed Song Jingwen away, and thought to himself, "I still have to get the blueprint back."

Song Jingwen flicked him on the forehead with his fingers, and at the end he took it upon himself to let others down, "If you were Feng Xifeng, would you easily leave something for someone to catch? That blueprint was probably destroyed by him. It’s impossible for us to get it back.”

Xie Feng was even more uneasy when he heard the words, and anxiously waited for Song Jingwen to speak, "Then what should we do, can't we report to the government?"

Song Jingwen's fingers were rattling, and he said cunningly, "I have a plan for this matter. If he dares to steal something, he must have the life to enjoy it. The blueprint I gave you is just the first generation of bicycles, and there will be second and third generations behind." , can he copy it?"

Xie Feng looked up at Song Jingwen adoringly, "You still have a hand."

Song Jingwen went to dig out his creaking hole, seeing Xie Feng laughing and rolling all over the bed, he curled up his mouth and teased, "I have more than one hand, I have many hands."

"Don't rush to release the news. After he makes the first batch of bicycles, we will produce the second-generation products. He must lose all his underwear. Our products all have exclusive logos , if Cha Jinwu works a little harder, the title of 'Xianghuan' will be loud enough outside." Song Jingwen kneaded Xie Feng's cheeks, stretching them from side to side, "Say, another one exactly the same will appear at this time." The most important thing is that there is no logo of our family, what will everyone think?"

With tears in his eyes, Xie Feng held his belly with a weak smile, "Fake!"

Song Jingwen raised his eyebrows at him proudly, "The ones sold are expensive, of course they are sold to rich people who care about face, most of them would not buy fakes."

Xie Feng was stunned for a moment, a carp flipped off the bed stiffly, Song Jingwen's few words directly blew away the haze lingering in his heart.

Song Jingwen whistled jokingly, and looked at Xie Feng's figure with explicit eyes, "Oh, this waist...it's not bad, it's quite strong."

Xie Feng forgot to speak for a moment, and when he realized it, he also followed Song Jingwen's way of looking back at the past, with a hook in his eyebrows, shy and timid.

The two stayed in the room to talk about Fengyue, and Mrs. Song was sad for autumn in the yard.

"If so many people are let go, won't our Song family be bullied for nothing?" Mrs. Song resentfully clutched the thin wrist of Mrs. Feng from Jingping Village.

Mrs. Song looked much stronger than Mrs. Feng. At first glance, she thought she was the perpetrator.

The village chief frowned unhappily, and also felt that the people in Jingping Village were too much, and came to his house to act wildly.

Lin Shifu yelled in a loud and loud voice, "If there is any difficulty, just be like that one, Song Yang, and stay in our village to work. When someone from Jingping Village will come to pick it up, let's see their village chief I can't pull that old face off."

Song Jingwen happened to hear such a sentence, and he brushed the broken hair next to his ear in embarrassment.He really didn't expect that this matter would become so big, from a personal problem to a collective problem.

He immediately regained his composure, and frankly fulfilled the promise just now.

Song Jingwen took advantage of the crowd gathering and announced, "Now the 'Xianghuan' restaurant needs to recruit eight waiters. After the training, they will be employed uniformly. The wages will be one and a half taels of silver. At the end of the year, five to ten taels of silver will be distributed according to the individual's usual performance. .”

Mrs. Feng and the people in Yiganjing Ping Village were stunned. No wonder Feng Xifeng said that the Song family was treated well, so they saw it.

Song Jingwen handed over the job of recruiting to the venomous-eyed Granny Song, "You should have clean hands and feet, be diligent and willing to work."

Mrs. Song patted her thigh with a complex expression. She thought that Song Jingwen said that she bought the restaurant as a cover, but now she woke up from a dream, "My dear grandson, where did you get so much money? You didn't tell me, I didn't I didn't know you were going to buy a restaurant. I've collected all the money you earned before, so you can use it to settle the bill now."

Song Jingwen refused, "No, I just signed a big deal with Chefu, and the money is enough."

Song Jingwen went back to his room and drew a design drawing. He wanted to renovate the restaurant to the standard of the only restaurant in Ningchang Town.

In addition to the design drawings, he also listed the recipes. Song Xingping was in charge of the cooking, and he called Xie Feng to try the flavors one by one.

Xie Feng sliced ​​open the wrapped egg, and the golden egg liquid covered the fried rice. He swallowed the first spoonful of omelet rice into Song Jingwen's mouth, and then ate the rest cherishingly.

"Delicious!" Xie Feng's eyes sparkled, he held a bowl made of citrus and pondered carefully, with a reed stick inserted into the citrus as a straw, "This rice is sweet, and the citrus juice is delicious. "

"Eat quickly, my little ancestor. My grandpa is practicing cooking every day, so our family is tired of eating these. In the end, the ones that are in front of you are all honed, and they are much more delicious than the ones I ate at the beginning." Song Jingwen stroked Xie Feng's hair with a hand, and he pulled the originally smooth hair like a chicken coop.

Xie Feng smiled foolishly, and before leaving, Song Jingwen asked him to pack three servings for his family to taste.

After Xie Chaoxiong agreed to this marriage, he also acquiesced in the communication between the two, and he felt very comfortable eating the filial things of his prospective brother-in-law.

Only Xie An was so angry that he originally looked down on Song Jingwen, but after seeing Song Jingwen getting richer and being so kind to Xie Feng, he couldn't help feeling jealous.

Xie Feng didn't know anything about it, he just felt that he had fallen into a honey pot, and all his previous sufferings seemed to be for him to meet the best Song Jingwen.

Song Jingwen followed in the early stage of the restaurant's renovation, and Song Xingping supervised the restaurant after it took shape.When I got old, I got a restaurant, and I was so happy that I couldn't sleep for several nights.

The restaurant could not be finished in five days, so Song Jingwen simply set up another small shop to start the sale of bicycles, "Use wooden boards to make some protrusions on the wall, and when there are new models, hang them on them, and fix them as a whole to make samples. .”

Song Shihai nodded, the excitement in his heart was no less than that of Song Xingping. It was agreed that he and his third brother would manage this shop together. This is in the town!

According to Song Jingwen's request, Song Shishan went to a carpenter to make some brackets and cabinets, and then opened the business after changing the color of the wall. "Jingwen, do you want to paint something on the wall? Are they all painted in one color?" ?”

Song Shishan must have made up his mind when he asked this question, Song Jingwen said bluntly, "What do you want to draw?"

"We can draw the patterns on the bicycle for people to choose. Different people have different opinions. The bamboo orchid, plum and chrysanthemum that the literati like, and the peony that the rich prefer can be painted."

Song Jingwen had no objection, but felt that this idea was very creative, "But Lin Shiqiu can only draw some simple pictures, and can't make these complicated ones."

Song Shishan waved his hand and said with a smile, "There is still the fourth child. There must be someone who can draw in the academy where Song Shilin studied. I went to bring him some food yesterday, and found that this kid is doing well in the academy."

Song Jingwen bit his cheek thoughtfully, thinking secretly that the academy's reputation could also be used, "Let the fourth uncle come over on the opening day of our restaurant, and open a separate room for him to entertain friends and wives. He will pass the exam later. It is unavoidable to have classmates as guarantees for fame, and our restaurant must not only have ordinary people, but also have literati and refined guests to support the place."

Jia Guo admired the literati, and he had a kind of admiration for the intellectuals in his bones.If a restaurant opens and invites a large number of scholars, the grade of the restaurant will be different.

Song Jingwen returned to Shipo Village on his bicycle, and rushed towards Xie's yard before the car stopped.

Probing into Xie Feng's room, "Little Ancestor, what are you up to?"

After Song Jingwen finished speaking, without giving anyone a chance to speak, he picked up a red fruit and stuffed it into Xie Feng's mouth, with bad water simmering in his stomach, "Is it delicious? The ones for sale are big and red."

Xie Feng was so sour that he couldn't open his eyes, he gritted his teeth and quickly chewed and swallowed, "It's so sour! This hawthorn is not yet ripe, why did you buy it?"

Xie Feng raised his head from the table, put down the tools in his hand, and saw Song Jingwen's eyes crooked with a smile, and realized that this person did it on purpose!

Xie Feng was so angry that he rushed forward to bite him, and the small parts on the table jingled and rolled to the ground, "You..."

Song Jingwen took advantage of the situation and stretched out his hand, hugged him full of arms, kissed his little cheek affectionately, and argued, "Where is it sour, it is so sweet! You are too impatient, I bought it to make sugar snow ball."

Xie Feng smiled at him, grabbed the hawthorn next to him and threw it into his mouth, retaliated childishly, "Eat more if it's sweet!"

Song Jingwen also grinned his teeth in sourness, Xie Feng smiled enough to grasp the point, and looked at him suspiciously, "What is a sugar snowball? Do you need sugar?"

"Just pour a layer of icing sugar on the hawthorn skin, it's very simple." Song Jingwen nodded, and picked up the small parts on the ground without complaint.These are all made by Song Jingwen for Xie Feng according to the hardware repair tools that are always in the modern toolbox, including wrenches, pliers, and screwdrivers.

Song Jingwen couldn't help lamenting that fortunately, Jia Guo's control over iron was not too strict. The control over iron production was largely to prevent people from massaging troops and hiding cold weapons.However, who has the heart to rebel now that he hasn't eaten enough.

Song Jingwen fiddled with Xie Feng's earlobe and said, "Let's go and see how Song Zichen's sugar is doing. If we can extract sugar, our family's food cost can be further reduced."

Xie Feng opened Song Jingwen's troubled hands, carefully put his baby under the bed, and lifted his chin triumphantly, "The cotton candy machine you showed me can also be made, it's easier than a bicycle."

The author has something to say: Boss Song’s diary on October 14, 7.18th year of Yuanlong calendar

Song Zichen and his daughter-in-law got along quite well, one studying physics and the other studying chemistry.But, how did this brother provoke the prince.To be honest, I am quite complicated.

Note: Du Fu has a saying, "Yellow sheep can't drink, but reed wine can make you drunk." Therefore, reed stems can be regarded as an early straw.