Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

Two huge water sacs filled the table in front of Xie Feng. Holding a carving knife in his hand, he carefully carved on a hollow iron pipe.

Song Jingwen pushed the door and came in, then quickly closed the door, a door cut off the noise from outside.

"Is this newly collected by Song Zichen?" Song Jingwen opened the water bag with "Lu" written on it, and rested his chin idly, brushing Xie Feng's broken hair. "He is diligent, and his efficiency has improved a lot with helpers."

Xie Feng raised his eyes and glanced at him, turned away to prevent him from looking at him, and complained, "Why are you running here again? Aren't you going to look at building a house? Have you finished your hot post? Is the latex pillow ready?"

After asking several questions in succession, Song Jingwen covered his ears, shook his head exaggeratedly and yelled, "I won't listen if I don't listen."

Xie Feng glared at him angrily, put down the iron pipe in his hand, pouted limply, and said angrily, "You are beside me, I don't even have the mood to work, why are you doing this?"

Song Jingwen rubbed his head against Xie Feng's neck, and smiled shyly, "Don't be in a hurry, small parts like screws are very labor-intensive, let others do it."

Xie Feng opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't know how to refute for a while. He was stunned, "Didn't you say that this is better than tenon and tenon? Then make it quickly. It's not troublesome, as long as the lines are right. Hand it over Doing it for others, wouldn’t it leak the blueprint? I..."

Xie Feng suddenly stopped talking, and stared blankly at Song Jingwen pulling his hand, curling up his fingers in bewilderment, "Huh?"

Song Jingwen locked both of his wrists with one hand, looked at him fixedly, and then laughed with a "poof", nose to nose, "Little money fan."

The hot air higher than the body surface hit Xie Feng's cheeks, and there were tiny fluffs fluttering on his rosy cheeks. He could barely react, and lowered his head in embarrassment, "Small, little money fan, what's the matter?" ?”

Song Jingwen kissed Xie Feng's ten fingers, and bit them in his mouth. The strength was not strong, but Xie Feng's fingertips became red, "Little idiot, iron pipes are not convenient for carving lines. Next time, I will use clay and put them in after they are finished." The method of firing ceramics in a kiln is simple and low in cost.”

Xie Feng thought about the feasibility of making ceramic screws, his eyes widened suddenly, and he nodded, "Why didn't I think of it, my dear, you are too smart."

Song Jingwen was praised, his tail was almost raised, he raised his chin shyly, and a smile flashed in his eyes.Song Jingwen held Xie Feng's hands around his neck, nodded his slightly pouty lips, "Reward me, kiss here."

Xie Feng's heart was obviously moved, and he looked towards the door timidly, then he closed his eyes and hit Song Jingwen's pale pink lips, "The kiss is over!"

Xie Feng escaped from Song Jingwen's grip in a panic as if he was having an affair, and hid behind the door laughing, "Only give one. Because you said I was a fan of small money and called me stupid."

Song Jingwen narrowed his eyes dangerously, hooked the corners of his mouth, pulled Xie Feng into his arms, and bit his red earlobe amusedly, "You still hold grudges when you're not old? Do you want to drink soda?"

Xie Feng gasped with laughter, and limply fell onto Song Jingwen's shoulder, "You didn't do it, and you came to deceive me again."

Song Jingwen held Xie Feng's hand, quietly opened a crack in the door, led him quickly through other rooms and ran out of the factory, and happily squeezed Xie Feng's finger bones, "Your brother was fooled into another room by me. I'm watching the production project of the hot post now, but I don't have time to bring you back."

Xie Feng pursed his lips in surprise, jumped up excitedly, and urged, "Then hurry up."

Song Jingwen chased him from behind, and the two sneaked into Song Jingwen's room.Song Jingwen bent his eyes, took out a teapot and poured Xie Feng a glass of transparent water, and looked at him expectantly, "Drink it, it will be enjoyable if you drink it cold."

Xie Feng picked up the teacup with both hands, coldness permeated the cup wall, he licked it tentatively, and something danced on the tip of his tongue.

He paused, tilted his neck back and downed a whole cup, then stuck out his tongue foolishly after drinking, "It's numb and sweet, and bubbles exploded on his tongue."

Song Jingwen flicked his fingers on his forehead, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, blatantly taking advantage of others, "Let me show you whether the tongue can still be used, and whether it has been blown up."

Song Jingwen shamelessly took half of the other party's tender tongue into his mouth, and sucked it seriously.

It wasn't until the tip of his tongue became numb that Xie Feng realized that Song Jingwen was talking nonsense again. He pushed the man's malicious tongue against his chest, and glared at him with feigned anger, "You! You lied to me again."

Song Jingwen spread his hands pretending to be innocent, and argued, "No."

Xie Feng ignored him, poured another glass of soda by himself, hugged the glass happily, and breathed in enjoyment, "Orange flavor, green orange."

Song Jingwen took out another earthen jar from the cabinet, scooped up a glass of red liquid and pushed it over, "Guess what it tastes like."

Xie Feng happily took a sip, and couldn't help hiccupping, "Sweet, could it be beets?"

Song Jingwen pinched Xie Feng's nose and nodded cooperatively, "Little clever ghost, is it good?"

Xie Feng held one in each hand, reluctant to choose, "They're all delicious, what else do they taste like?"

Song Jingwen rubbed his hair helplessly and pamperingly, put out all the crock pots in the cabinet, and pointed to them one by one, "Osmanthus flavored, sandy fruit flavored, and peach flavored."

Song Jingwen covered Xie Feng's eyes with his hands, deliberately blocking his sight, "No, don't stare."

Xie Feng looked at the cabinet in doubt, wishing he could look through it.

Song Jingwen opened the cabinet door angrily and with a smile, but Xie Feng discovered the treasure, and looked at the stack of papers in his hand with interest, "What kind of drawings are these?"

Song Jingwen took a glance, then looked away, and shook the paper meaningfully, "The blueprint of our house, this is the place to sleep, this is the place to take a bath, there is a big pool in the middle, two people can take a bath together oh."

Xie Feng's eyes flickered, and he lowered his head in embarrassment, as if he didn't hear what Song Jingwen was talking about.

Also, not married yet!It's not ashamed to mention that the two of you take a bath together!

Song Jingwen just smiled and said nothing, watching the blush instantly stain Xie Feng's earlobes and neck, and even his cheeks glowed red.

Xie Feng tasted two cups of each kind of soda, but he was naturally full of gas. He sucked in his stomach uncomfortably, and said with a sad face, "The stomach is getting bigger."

Song Jingwen began to run the train again, spit out dirty words without money, "It's probably three months."

Xie Feng was so angry that he punched him, and cursed ferociously, "You're pregnant with soda? I'm a serious guy, don't talk nonsense."

Song Jingwen admitted his mistake sincerely, afraid that the little ancestor's tears would fall, he hurriedly held Xie Feng's cheek, "I was wrong, serious, no one is more serious than you."

Xie Feng was laughed out of anger again, the corners of his eyes and the tips of his hair are full of coquettishness, even getting angry is so attractive, "Go away, I'm going back to find my brother."

Song Jingwen was wrapped around Xie Feng's waist, and one hand was still touching his stomach, which made Xie Feng unable to bear it anymore, and kicked him away.

Running back in embarrassment, Song Jingwen wiped off the footprints on his legs, and shook his head, "Why are you running, I don't want soda anymore."

Song Jingwen was very honest in front of Xie Zhe, and came back after delivering the soda, without even looking at Xie Feng.

Xie Zhe couldn't help sizing him up, suspecting that this kid had empathized with someone else several times.However, looking at the appearance of his younger brother Huaichun again, he knew that the two must have met secretly again.

His grandma's city wall was solid, but there was a ghost inside.

From then on, Xie Zhe turned a blind eye and let them go.My brother is too big to stay, the more you stay, the more wrong you are.

A new store opened in Ningchang Town called "Shisanzuo".

For the time being, the food in the shop is only French fries, fried chicken legs, mashed potatoes, and the only drinks are soft drinks.But the main focus of this store is drinks. Although there are not many items, they are more innovative.

There are still a lot of food that only have signs, but have not yet started selling.

The decoration in the store is also quite different from other stores. It takes an unconventional route, and the environment is comfortable, which is very suitable for killing time.The store also provides table cards and other entertainment items, table cards Mahjong can be bought or rented.

People who like to be lively mostly go to "Xianghuan Restaurant" to listen to books, and those who want to be quieter come to "Shisanzuo", each has its own advantages.

The most attractive thing is the soda in the store. Those who drink it can't help but recall the pleasure of dancing on the tip of the tongue, which is really good.

Li Xiaodong sat across from Song Jingwen, observing his expression curiously, "However, this store is written by you, so you must be the one who opened it, right?"

Song Jingwen took the straw from Xie Feng's mouth without changing his face, and said nonsense, "I'm just a part-time worker, just giving advice to others."

Li Xiaodong couldn't believe it, and walked around him with rolling eyes, "I look alike, or imitating your store, I don't believe anyone can come up with so many things at once."

Song Jingwen threw the hot post in his hand, hitting the other person's chattering mouth, "I've been researching this recently, and the profit of soda is not as big as this."

Li Xiaodong immediately stopped talking. He grabbed two hot posts and stuffed them into his arms. He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention before he sighed. I will buy this thing so extravagantly, after all, it will be useless when it is used up.”

He stretched his neck furtively, and carefully covered his mouth, "Do you still have the goods over there? I'll buy some and give them away. Li's family also has relatives in the capital. My father insists on letting me move around, so I can't lose them." The face ceremony must be able to suppress those yin and yang guys."

Xie Feng bit the straw for a moment, stopped drinking the soda, and looked at Song Jingwen helplessly, "Is there anything left in the factory?"

What Xie Feng said was vague, only Song Jingwen understood.What he actually asked was if there was any more vermiculite that he got by accident from Lin Tong. Other materials were easy to find, but vermiculite was a bit difficult.

The very rare vermiculite was discovered by Song Jingwen from building materials when the factory started to be built.

Vermiculite can be used to extend the heat preservation time of the hot post, without this effect is not too big.

Song Jing's bra confidently pointed at the table, "Yes, it depends on what quality you want. How long can it last for heat, the best ones are relatively rare."

Without even thinking about it, Li Xiaodong hurriedly ordered eight, "Two are the best, four are average, and four are average."

There is no reason to push the door-to-door business, he smiled ghostly, and called him Young Master Li, "Young Master Li, you are refreshing, go to Shipo Village to pick up the goods tomorrow."

The author has something to say: Boss Song’s diary on October 19, 7.23th year of Yuanlong calendar

My daughter-in-law is better than me at riding a horse, archery and lathering sheep on the grassland.Well, I fell under the charm of my wife again.However, don't let this charm spread everywhere, okay?

Look at how blushing the faces of the boys on the prairie are.That's my daughter-in-law, hey, if you don't like little girls, don't like cute little brothers, it's too much to stare at my wife.Cough... But who made me smart? I made a helmet for my daughter-in-law. No one loves the helmet once she wears it.

Of course, apart from me, only I can see my daughter-in-law's red face.