Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

Li Xiaodong had never seen such a scene, the young master was so well protected, he never thought that someone would freeze to death.

The old ones, the young ones, will be swallowed up by the ruthless winter if you don't pay attention.

Li Xiaodong also stuffed the heater in his hand, leaving only a little warmth, "This is for you, let's put it in the quilt too."

Ding Feizhou took over the stove in a daze, he didn't know what to do with his hands and feet, and he quickly refused, "No, no, no, I can't accept this, it's too expensive."

Holding the stove in his hand, Ding Feizhou didn't dare to give it back to Li Xiaodong forcefully. It would be bad if the other party's clothes were dirty again. "I don't have carbon in my house, so I can't afford this. Take it back."

He still didn't know that the price of the hot post had already been fired higher than that of the stove, only when Song Jingwen gave him only two cloth bags.

Li Xiaodong waved his hand generously, "If you don't have carbon, put some firewood and heat it up."

Song Jingwen gently shook Grandma Ding, pressed her quilt tightly, and said without raising her head, "He doesn't lack this heater, so don't worry about it. But, you must remember Young Master Li's Well, don't be a white-eyed wolf."

Song Zichen also nodded at Ding Feizhou, "Take what Young Master Li gave you, and go get some firewood first. When my brother comes back, let him move Grandma Ding to my house. You and Grandma Ding have been living together for a while. Stay at my house."

Gradually, Granny Ding became conscious, and felt that the soles of her feet were about to burn, and she wriggled under the quilt.

Song Zichen immediately noticed the commotion here, and stared at her worriedly, "Grandma, are you okay?"

Grandma Ding's eyesight was not very good, she squinted her eyes and sat up, suddenly found that there were many people standing in the room, she was startled, "Why are there so many people, Xiao Zhou, this child doesn't know how to greet distinguished guests."

Song Jingwen heard Ding Feizhou's footsteps in the yard, so he didn't get involved. Anyway, Grandma Ding was already awake, "Grandma, let's go back first. It's freezing cold, so tell Xiaozhou when it's cold."

Grandma Ding held her ears, no matter whether she heard clearly or not, she grinned and showed her broken teeth, "Oh, sit down a little longer, Xiao Zhou must have gone to collect firewood, I'll look for him."

Song Zichen shouted in Grandma Ding's ear, "Grandma, come live at my place today, there are still rooms available."

Everything has been considered, except that Grandma Ding is not happy, she shook her head firmly, "I won't make trouble for you, I won't freeze to death. My quilt is quite warm, so I don't need to spend that much effort."

Xie Fengwenyan hooked Song Jingwen's finger and paused, looking at Song Jingwen unexpectedly, "What should I do?"

Song Jingwen frowned, and bit his ears with Xie Feng, "Older people probably don't want to trouble others."

The snow outside the window was a little dense, following this trend, the ground would soon be covered with a layer of silver clothing.

Xie Feng dragged Song Jingwen to the door, and the two stood under the eaves for a while, blowing the wind, and the frostbite on their hands started to itch, "There are quite a lot of old people in the village."

Song Jingwen heard Xie Feng's contradiction from these words. He wanted to help Grandma Ding, but felt that there were too many old people in the village to help.Once this head is opened, it is good and bad.

Ding Feizhou was holding two wooden sticks, his expression seemed to be crying, and he was very depressed, "Grandma doesn't want to?"

Song Jingwen nodded calmly.

Ding Feizhou bit his lip, but did not cry, "Can I..."

Song Jingwen hummed, and with a raised end, he said doubtfully, "Say what you have to say."

Ding Feizhou clenched his fists, as if he had made up his mind, "Is your factory still accepting people? Although I'm not a brother or a woman, can you give me a chance? Isn't Yin Xian also following you? He did it. I can learn things too."

His voice paused unnaturally, and he added in an unsteady breath, "Can I make a bed on the second floor? When I save enough money, I will bring grandma back. Please!"

Grandma Ding didn't want to go to Song Zichen's house because she was afraid of troublesome others. What Ding Feizhou wanted was to take Grandma Ding to the unmanned factory, and said that Boss Song asked him to take care of it to prevent thieves and theft.

It's not impossible to live in a factory, but Song Jingwen doesn't like to confuse public and private affairs, he said with a straight face, "Give me a reason, Yin Xian sold himself to me, what about you?"

Ding Feizhou's eyes widened in surprise, he took a step back, and murmured, "I can't sell it to you."

He took another step forward and knelt down straight, "I will do things for you, and I will do things for you that are inconvenient for you."

Song Jingwen smiled, and pulled Ding Feizhou up, "I don't have anything inconvenient to do. I will lend you some money first, which can be regarded as an advance salary. You settle the family affairs first, then come to me, and then I will give you money." Arrange something else."

Song Jingwen shook his head, and complained to Xie Feng amusedly, "I'm not a decent businessman, so there's nothing inconvenient about it. This kid Ding Feizhou has some messed up stuff in his mind, and he just thinks about nothing. "

Xie Feng snorted, took Song Jingwen's hand and rubbed it with the palm of his hand, "It's easy for half-grown boys to chat together, maybe Yin Xian said something."

Song Jingwen slid his finger into Xie Feng's cuff without hesitation, and said with a smile, "It's not possible to make waves, but the momentum of 'Xianghuan' is too big recently, so we really have to restrain ourselves."

Xie Feng was noncommittal, and indulged Song Jingwen to lean on him, "Is 'Shisan' too easy to guess, and it can easily be related to you. What is your future plan, I heard from my elder brother that the soybean oil in their barracks It was bought by the prince from Kyoto."

"Then Shisi, Shiwu, and Shilu will soon appear on the market. Who knows if it's true or not?"

Song Jingwen shook his head, brushed off the snow from Xie Feng's body, put one hand through his knees, and wrapped his other around his waist, without warning, he picked him up, and smiled brightly, "The boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge. Don't even think about it, hold my neck."

Song Jingwen yelled and ran straight to Xie's house.The ground slipped under their feet, and the two rolled into a ball.

Xie Feng let out a muffled snort, and fell on the soft ground. He straightened up with his eyes wide open, and slapped Song Jingwen's chest mercilessly, "Come on, you still dare to run in the snow, just in case What if you roll into a ravine?"

This slap was soft, like a cat with only its sharp claws, which meant it was scary in its aura.

Song Jingwen lay on the bottom, looked at Xie Feng bewilderedly, stretched out his hand to scratch his chin, and said nonsense seriously, "It's not because you are too fat."

Xie Feng was stunned for a moment, and really sat in the snow thinking about this possibility.

He turned his head stiffly, groaned crisply, hugged Song Jingwen's neck in embarrassment, and buried himself in his neck with a blushing face, "Then I will eat less."

Song Jingwen laughed, pinching the tip of his nose and laughing, "You are too easy to deceive, you are not fat, and the hand feels just right now."

Xie Feng angrily held Song Jingwen's ear, secretly grabbed a ball of snow, stuffed it into Song Jingwen's collar, and quickly got up and ran, "Let you lie to me!"

Song Jingwen shook the snow in his collar, smiled evilly, grabbed two balls of snow and threw them over, "Hey, let me catch you and it's over."

The two chased all the way back to Xie's house, Song Jingwen threw Xie Feng down with a long leg.

Xie Feng fell on the bed and giggled, with snow on his hands, it wasn't that cold anymore.

Xie Feng touched the cold bed, suddenly remembered something, and looked at Song Jingwen with his hands, "Is there a blueprint on your desk, it seems to be a bed that can heat up."

Song Jingwen looked at him half-blindly, rubbed his hair, and said with a smile, "I want to go together. Our new house specially reserved a room for the kang, because it was afraid that it would be too cold in winter. But the kang I haven’t done it yet, if it’s not done well, it’s easy to collapse.”

Xie Feng wrapped his arms around Song Jingwen's neck, hung on Song Jingwen's body, and rubbed against him flatteringly, "I'll make it with you, and if we get this kind of kang earlier, it will be easier in winter."

Song Jingwen saw through his small thoughts at a glance, pressed the back of Xie Feng's head with his big hand, and rubbed his lips stickyly, "The two of us figured out this craft and passed it on to Ding Feizhou. I will accumulate some blessings for you, and help those widows and widows The old man is obliged to make a kang."

Xie Feng's eyes flashed brightly, and he took a bite of Song Jingwen's mouth in surprise, "Really?"

"Cultivate a few more people, the kang craftsmanship is very popular in winter." Song Jingwen enjoyed Xie Feng's initiative, wrapped Xie Feng's two legs around his waist, and bit his lip bit by bit Petal, as if not enough to eat.

The two parted reluctantly, and pulled out a silver thread with a "boo", Xie Feng's ears and neck were steamed red, and he buried himself shyly in Song Jingwen's arms.

Song Jingwen slapped Xie Feng's buttocks as if venting anger, and called his little ancestor on his cheek in a hoarse voice, agreeing, "Come to the new house tomorrow, I'll wait for you."

Xie Feng kicked him, covered his head and got under the quilt, "Got it."

The next day, when Xie Feng arrived, Song Jingwen was already muddy in the room, with a pile of bricks beside him.

Song Jingwen covered his hands with mud, stretched out a finger and tapped Xie Feng's cheek, "Come on, baby."

Xie Feng raised his hand to wipe his face, and touched the tip of his nose along the way, "Is the air outlet ready?"

Song Jingwen continued to stack the bricks against the wall to form a cuboid, leaving two stove doors underneath, "It's almost done, cover the top with a thin stone slab, then wrap it with mud, and let it dry after drying."

Xie Feng followed Song Jingxue and put stones of different sizes between the stove walls, following the gourd painting, "Is this passage connected to the air outlet at the back?"

Song Jingwen smoothed the mud on the stone slab and patted it thick, "That's the flue."

Xie Feng stuffed the firewood in and burned it for two days. The mud on the outside of the wall couldn't stick, and a few pieces fell down.

Xie Feng regretfully picked up the clod, "Is this a failure?"

Song Jingwen touched the surface of the kang, and it was quite warm. He pulled Xie Feng onto the kang, and raised his chin, "Try it, it will be perfect after a little repair on the outside."

Xie Feng moved his butt, looking left and right like a child in novelty, "I will make the bed tomorrow, and there is still a piece of cloth at home."

Song Jingwen also moved down, and stood next to Xie Feng, teasing, "I want the red one!"

Xie Feng nodded imperceptibly, "It's red, brother bought it."

The author has something to say: Boss Song’s diary on October 18, 10.21th year of Yuanlong calendar

How can my handsomeness be outlined with just a few strokes?But it depends on the person who wrote it. If this is drawn by my wife, even ball yarn is also art and elegance.Those who don't understand are called Yangchun Baixue!

I held an art exhibition in Kyoto, and my daughter-in-law's paintings had the highest price tags, and then I found someone to buy them back and put them in my private storage!