Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

Bai Jinrong puffed his cheeks like a hamster guarding his food, and imitated Xie Feng, picked up a chopstick of meat floss and stuffed it into Cha Jinwu's mouth, "This one is also delicious, it tastes like pork, not fishy."

Che Jinwu took out a handkerchief to wipe off the dried meat floss on his hands and mouth, and continued to discuss with Song Jingwen, "Didn't you mention the matter of investing in shares before, it's quite new, I think it's feasible."

Song Jingwen was teasing Xie Feng, causing him to blush, begging for nothing to hold Xie Feng's wrist, and said impertinently, "Young girl has such a strong hand, it hurts me to pinch you. This strength is used in the wrong place, let's go home and use it slowly."

Xie Feng was so ashamed that he took another bite at the old place, like a kitten with fried fur, but it was so light that it didn't even leave a tooth mark, "I can't stop your mouth with food, I won't give it to you when I go back." Pinched."

Fortunately, Song Jingwen did not choose to join Cha Jinwu's sect, otherwise he would have been terrified for a while.

After hearing what Cha Jinwu said, Song Jingwen raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and naturally agreed.Che Jinwu's support for the "Xianhuan" business outside Ningchang Town also gave him an extra pass.

While talking, the magistrate came in from the outside, with a flattering smile on his face, "Master Che, how are you doing recently?"

Che Jinwu was very skillful, and he also smiled and picked up the teacup and drank a few cups with the county magistrate, but he didn't follow the county magistrate's wishes, so he didn't get caught up in saying a useful word.

There is a world of difference between the upstairs and the downstairs, there are reserved and restrained laughter coming from the boxes upstairs, but there are presumptuous and ear-splitting shouts downstairs.

With the beat of the storyteller's tambourine, it is another love story with ups and downs.

"Shi Juren suffered from a strange disease, and the antidote was the breast|flesh of that grown man. Coincidentally, Shi Juren had a woman named Liancheng, so he came up with an idea that if anyone saved her, he would A beautiful daughter to marry as his wife." Mr. Storyteller was a middle-aged man with a mustache, and Zhou Wenhe gulped down his juice.

This time, the boss not only paid him a high salary, but also provided him with such an interesting script.

His small black eyes are particularly joyful on this face with Chinese characters. When the plot is exciting, he puts on a serious face, and when he talks about the happy part, he spreads his face and smiles. His expression is much more vivid than that of ordinary storytellers. .

Li Xiaodong didn't go to the second floor, he firmly guarded his position in front of the semicircular platform, and it was at this time that he howled the loudest, "Who's going to save it down there? Do you really want to get married?"

Zhou Wenhe smiled deeply, and said with great anger, "Qiao Sheng is a man of loyalty, and he cut his flesh to save people. But as we said just now, Shi Juren promised Liancheng to the son of a salt merchant a long time ago. Alas, this What should I do?"

The story told by Zhou Wenhe caught the attention of many people. Song Jingwen himself copied the words from Ruoji's mobile phone. How could the enduring works not cause any waves.

Xie Feng was also fascinated by this kind of story, watching Zhou Wenhe's every move intently.

Song Jingwen's tail was about to be exposed proudly, with a kind of arrogance in his brows, he glanced at Xie Feng's expression and smiled, "I know the ending, do you want to ask me?"

Xie Feng said "Ah" in a daze, and after recovering, he held Song Jingwen's arm tightly and asked, "What is it? You couldn't have written this, could it?"

How could Song Jingwen have the cheek to admit it, pointed at the tip of Xie Feng's nose and fed him a mouthful of mung bean cakes, nonchalantly talking nonsense, "I dreamed of this, "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio" was delivered to me by the fairy in the dream Yes, I naturally dare not admit this merit."

Xie Feng's eyes flashed with admiration, he moved his hand along Song Jingwen's arm to the other's wrist, held Song Jingwen's palm with his backhand, and looked up at him charmingly.

"Liancheng and Qiao Sheng both became ghosts, and they returned to the sun together. They finally became a family." Zhou Wenxuan clapped his tambourine, and Song Jingwen clapped his hands first, followed by loud applause.

Everyone yelled, "One more, one more, it sounds good!"

Zhou Wenhe got up from the table and took a curtain call in a polite manner, "Today is the story of Liancheng, and tomorrow is the bumpy love journey between the vixen Nie Xiaoqian and the scholar Ning Caichen. Hurry up tomorrow, everyone! You can predict what will happen next, and listen to it." Break it down next time."

There were sighs of regret from the crowd, one overriding the other, wishing to take the storyteller's head apart to see what the next story would look like.

Zhou Wenxi walked down from the platform without changing his face, and secretly wiped off his sweat. It was rare that there were so many audiences, and he felt a mixture of joy and nervousness.

Xie Feng's eyes reluctantly followed Zhou Wenxi out of the "Xianghuan" restaurant, pinching the peanuts on the table sadly, "I can't listen to it until tomorrow."

These words were pitiful, Song Jingwen held Xie Feng dumbfounded, rested his chin on Xie Feng's neck, scraped the little fluff on his face.

The busiest time of the restaurant passed, Song Xingping was finally able to catch his breath, and the old man's complexion was even more ruddy than before.

He leaned against the door frame of the restaurant, smoking the dry tobacco in large gulps.The set of old-fashioned and worn-out clothes has long been replaced by new clothes made of cotton cloth.

With his eyes half closed, he couldn't help but look at the restaurant's plaque again.Such a large restaurant really belongs to their own family. In terms of financial resources, their family can be regarded as one of the best in Shipo Village.

A brown shoe upper suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, followed by a second one.Song Xingping looked at the face suspiciously from bottom to top, but when he saw that face, he didn't dare to recognize it rashly.

It may be because Tian Qiuxia is much older than the impression, or it may be that since Tian Qiuxia's son married the eldest granddaughter of the Song family, the two families have little contact.

The old woman took a step forward excitedly, her messy and dry hair exploded on the top of her head, and her wrinkled hands first touched Song Xingping's new clothes, "My in-laws, it's really you."

With a smile on Song Xingping's face, he looked behind Tian Qiuxia, it was a pity that he couldn't see Song Shijia.

Tian Qiuxia looked enviously at the scale of the restaurant. She wiped her face and straightened the corners of her clothes, as if her temperament could fit the style of the restaurant. "I heard from the villagers that your family opened in Ningchang Town. I didn’t believe it when I went to a restaurant. If I didn’t see you standing at the door, I wouldn’t believe it, it really belongs to your family?”

Song Xingping nodded honestly, and couldn't help wondering, "My grandma has sent so many messages to Song Shijia, why didn't she come back once?"

Tian Qiuxia glanced at the ground with some guilty conscience, and only for a moment of stupefaction, she forcefully lifted it.The old woman said calmly, "The family is busy, as you know, our family has planted more than [-] acres of land, how can she have time to come back?"

Song Xingping didn't say anything else, and welcomed Tian Qiuxia in politely, and brought her to Song Jingwen, "This is your sister's mother-in-law, please treat her well."

Song Xingping turned his head and explained to Tian Qiuxia, "This is Song Jingwen. The message he sent said that he is not stupid anymore. As a result, Song Shijia didn't come back to take care of my brother."

Song Xingping went into the kitchen to show off for his in-laws, and left it to Song Jingwen and Xie Feng to entertain people.

Whenever Song Shijia was mentioned, Tian Qiuxia used the excuse that she was busy.

Song Jingwen moved the untouched dishes in front of Xie Feng to Tian Qiuxia, turned sideways and mouthed at Xie Feng, "Are you still eating these dishes?"

Xie Feng shook his head obediently, his mouth had been fed by Song Jingwen, and there were some things he was tired of eating before.

Song Jingwen kept adding vegetables to Tian Qiuxia, which greatly reduced people's vigilance when eating.

Song Jingwen took the opportunity to ask, "What is my sister doing at home?"

"I'm busy with everything," Tian Qiuxia took a sip of the tofu soup, looked straight at Song Jingwen, and said with something in her words, "If she had a tricycle, she would be much more relaxed, and she might be able to ride home tomorrow. Who It's too far away from our home, and I only go to the market once every seven days."

The look in his eyes seemed to tear a piece of flesh from himself, and the corners of Song Jingwen's mouth twitched. He blamed Song Shijia for not being able to go home, not for her old lady's refusal to let him go.

Furthermore, if you really want to go to the market, how could it take seven days.

Song Shijia was really like a mother to Yuanshen, and Song Jingwen couldn't stand on the sidelines even in this environment.

Song Jingwen probably already guessed how Song Shijia lived in his in-law's house. His eyes curled up, and he pointed out, "Of course the tricycle can be given away, but it must be delivered to my sister."

Tian Qiuxia thought about it, didn't it go to the Tang family after being sent to Song Shijia? Everyone married Tang Ruisheng, so a tricycle would naturally have to be confiscated!

Tian Qiuxia finished her meal and packed a lot of things from the restaurant before leaving contentedly.

Song Jingwen pinched the soft flesh behind Xie Feng's ear uneasily, licked his earlobe with small mouthfuls, and decided to take the initiative, "We will go find my sister tomorrow, and bring her back to be a witness for us. I can't wait, I I really want to marry you."

Xie Feng's chest trembled, and the speed of his heartbeat coincided with the rhythm of the impact of the wind chime. He moaned and gritted Song Jingwen's fingers with his teeth, "Okay, my father has been waiting for you for many days."

"Aren't you in a hurry?" Song Jingwen didn't believe it, a narrow smile flashed in his eyes.

Xie Feng groaned, put it on Song Jingwen's shoulder, and said angrily, "I'm so anxious! I'm sorry to rush you, and you are not proactive."

The next day, Song Jingwen and Xie Feng each rode a tricycle, and the tricycle was loaded with pickles and a pile of food that Granny Song had pickled herself.The old lady Song kept her mouth shut, but she couldn't bear to let anyone in the Song family suffer outside.

The two of them traveled faster than a bullock cart, and they arrived at the Tang's house without stopping. They were already out of breath, their lungs seemed to be exploding, and a rusty smell of iron was brewing in their mouths.

Song Jingwen led Xie Feng down for a few laps to relieve the burden on his heart and lungs.

When they arrived, the Tang family was having dinner, Song Jingwen went straight up and knocked on the door without saying a word.

Lin Qing, the eldest daughter-in-law of the Tang family, trotted over and opened the door, still clutching a pair of chopsticks with meat residues on them.

"Who are you looking for?" Lin Qing blocked the gap in the door and asked defensively.

Song Jingwen saw through the light from behind that the food in the Tang family was a bit rich, and his uneasiness dissipated. It seemed that his sister's food was still guaranteed after she got married.

Song Jingwen laughed and said, "Please find Song Shijia, I have something to do with her."

Lin Qing was still holding on to the two wooden doors. Hearing this, he pointed at the distant field with a little embarrassment, "She's in the field, go find it yourself."

The author has something to say: Boss Song’s diary on October 15, 1.26th year of Yuanlong calendar

It snowed heavily last night, and it's extremely cold today.Xie Feng plunged into the snow with his belly outstretched. If I hadn't stopped him quickly, he wouldn't even have left his butt outside.

Pregnant people will really become stupid. He said that the princess in Frozen is so beautiful living in the snow, so he also wants to let the child feel the pure and flawless snow.

Damn... Should I tell my daughter-in-law about genes?

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非常感谢大家对我的支持，我会继续努力的！感谢在2020-05-0200:45:00~2020-05-0303:18:52期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!