Let's live with the farmer [Traveling]

Zhang Shuwen felt a little embarrassed after being exposed, but Xue Ming didn't mean to despise him, and said, "I don't have this ban on employee romance."

The meaning of these words couldn’t be more obvious, it’s telling him that if he wants to find you, he can find him, leave this matter to you, and you will be responsible for what happens when the time comes.

Zhang Shuwen and Brother Na Wen had only met once, but he firmly believed that this person was much more upright than Du Zirong, and he would not think of some crooked minds to spoil other people's good couple.

The location of the store is quite conspicuous, not too big and not too small, bigger than a teahouse and smaller than a restaurant.

Zhang Shuwen opened the door with a key, and invited the two of them in.

The store hadn't invited anyone to tidy up and decorate it, and it looked a bit sloppy. Song Pingan took the broom in the corner and started to clean it.

Zhang Shuwen fetched a basin of water and wiped it inside and out, doing it harder than anyone else.

And Xue Ming took a piece of paper and drew the interior design drawing, called him over, and said: "When the time comes, this store will be handed over to you, and I will come to check it regularly, and you can inquire about the decoration workers to find a reliable one. "

Zhang Shuwen bowed and thanked him. In his eyes, this is a big shop. Xue Ming believes in him so much, he will definitely live up to his expectations.

Xue Ming entrusted him with the arrangement of the internal personnel, but ordered two people with him, one was Wang Zhiyuan, who knew how to stir-fry tea, and Brother Wen.

Zhang Shuwen listened carefully, as if he had become his housekeeper, Xue Ming asked him to find a place to customize tables and chairs, and give him a share based on his salary according to the previous method.

After listening to his instructions, Zhang Shuwen felt that he had become a small boss, and the money he earned in the future could not only support his family, but also save extra money.

After explaining to Xue Ming, he handed over the drawings he had drawn to Zhang Shuwen. Song Pingan had already cleaned up everything in the house, and stood outside the door to pat the dust off his body.

He went up and hooked Song Ping'an's neck, and said, "Everything that needs to be explained has been explained, and we can go back tomorrow."

Song Pingan gave him a blank look and then looked somewhere else. Xue Ming saw Du Zirong walking by with a bag on his back. It seemed that he was going to set up a stall in front of his shop.

Xue Ming frowned, pressed his cheek against his, and said, "Shouldn't you handle your rival in love? Don't you think I handled Xing Zhaohe well?"

Song Ping'an was about to refute, when Xue Ming said, "Well, there is another one at home, that brother Yun, who still wants you to marry him."

"Fart!" Song Ping'an wiped the fine dust off his body, pushed him away, and wiped the door with a handkerchief.

Zhang Shuwen quickly picked it up and said, "I'll come and I'll come, Ma'am, just rest."

Song Ping'an turned back to look at Xue Ming again, and saw him standing in the sunlight with a faint smile on his face, looking dazzling.

No wonder someone likes it.

At that moment, he seemed to hear his own beating heartbeat, turned his face away in a panic, walked into the house and opened all the windows.

When he came out, Xue Ming was nowhere to be seen. He turned around and saw no one, so he asked Zhang Shuwen, who was busy, and said, "Who is your boss?"

Zhang Shuwen raised his sleeves to wipe off the sweat from his forehead, and warmed up, but he still didn't see Xue Ming's figure, and he stood on tiptoe to look, "I don't know, he was still here just now."

Song Pingan glanced at Du Zirong, saw that he was also looking for Xue Ming, and said to Zhang Shuwen, "I'm going to do some shopping."

Zhang Shuwen thought that he was going to find Xue Ming, so he nodded and said, "Then when the boss comes back, I will let him go there to find you."

He crossed this street and changed another street. He walked and looked around until he reached the door of a jewelry store, only to see Xue Ming.

Xue Ming was talking to the owner of the jewelry store with a piece of paper in his hand, but he couldn't hear the specifics. The owner of the jewelry store shook his head and waved his hands for a while, and he said it patiently again, and the boss nodded suddenly.

After Xue Ming handed over the blueprint in his hand, he turned his head and met Song Pingan's eyes outside, and quickly took out the silver to pay the deposit.

"Why did you come here?" Xue Ming asked.

Song Ping'an replied: "Buying things for my mother, what are you doing here?"

"Same as you, buy something and bring it back to auntie." Then he went to hold his hand, "Is the shopping done? I'll go there with you."

Song Pingan hummed.I went to a nearby shop to buy some pastries and some special snacks.

The two of them wandered around until noon before returning to the inn to pack up their things and prepare to go home. Song Pingan disliked him being in the way, so he asked him to stand and watch.

Xue Ming felt more and more that he was going to marry his wife Xianhui, and sighed as if it was too late to see each other: "I wish I had come to see you sooner."

"The violent body, what violent body?"

"It's nothing, it's safe, I'm serious, let's confess to my aunt when we get back, you marry me."

Song Ping'an's hands trembled, he carried her back, and said in a low voice, "I didn't say I wanted to marry you."

"Then I can marry you." Xue Ming pondered whether to get him drunk tonight, and then asked the answer. Thinking of his initiative when he was drunk last time, he couldn't help but go downstairs to hug him. Two or three altars come up.

However, Song Pingan didn't give him this chance, he saw through his trick at a glance, and said: "I'm going back tomorrow, what kind of wine to drink, can you bear the dizziness?"

Immediately, he canceled the plan, thinking that after getting Song Ping'an drunk, he will be the one who will have a headache tomorrow, and he will be the one who will be distressed.

But he didn't give up and asked: "Haven't you considered marrying me?"

Song Ping'an had naturally considered this matter, but he didn't dare to think about it. If his mother found out that she married a brother who couldn't have children, she would have no chance to be with him at that time.

He was ashamed to speak this sentence and kept it in his heart for many days, and he never said it to others.

Xue Ming felt a little uncomfortable when he silently rejected him, and his tone was bitter: "Since I met you, I have been thinking about this question all the time. Since you agreed to be with me, this kind of thinking has become more and more serious. The stronger it is, can't you give me an answer? Maybe you want me to wait?"

He even thought of the answer for Song Ping'an. Song Ping'an bit his lip, his hands were stiff, and he didn't know how to answer him. He said softly, "Mum won't agree to us being together."

"If you don't try, how will you know?" Xue Ming won't shrink back when it comes to feelings. "If you encounter difficulties, you must learn to solve them."

Song Ping'an understood what he said, but in fact he knew better what his mother wanted.

"Mum, she wants a child, can you give birth?" Song Ping'an squeezed the things in his hand and shouted back at him.

Xue Ming was frightened by his sudden roar, and in the next second he rushed up and pressed him directly on the bed, took his hand, and touched his waist: "Isn't it just a child? You live!"

Song Pingan pushed him away abruptly, his tone never softer, "I know what you want, but have you ever thought that when the time comes, Grandmother will know that you will not be able to have children, or that the whole village will know that you will not be able to have children?" , how many people will be able to laugh at us!"

Xue Ming pressed him, and then realized that he was thinking more than himself, which is enough to prove that he cares about himself, more than he imagined.

"Why are you thinking so much with me?" Xue Ming squeezed his chin and lifted it up, looking at his trembling lips because of fear.

Song Pingan patted his hand away and said solemnly: "I am talking to you well!"

"I know!" Xue Ming sighed, and put his finger on his face, "These shouldn't be something you should consider, I will solve it."

At this point, he didn't pay attention to it. Song Pingan yelled angrily: "How can you solve it? I am a man, and I will be your husband in the future. I can't let you be bullied by others."

Xue Ming was so moved by him that he threw away all his rationality, and only wanted to use his own way to comfort his restless heart.

When his lips were pressed together, Song Ping'an's mind was blank, and he could only feel that something warm was pressed against him, from the cautiousness at the beginning to the constant probing, and finally something soft. Something pressed against his jaw and tried to rush in.

Xue Ming pinched his waist, raised his head to look at his misty eyes, and taught in a gentle voice, "Open your mouth, and I'll kiss you."

Song Pingan felt that the meaning of these words was wrong, and clenched his teeth even more tightly. Xue Ming sighed, it seemed that he could only be persuasive, licked his lips, and moved his teeth with the tip of his tongue.

Until Song Ping'an's whole body was trembling from the kiss, his teeth fell apart, and Xue Ming's tongue took advantage of the opening to attack the city and conquer the territory in one fell swoop.

Song Ping'an's breathing became hot involuntarily, and he grabbed his arm and twisted it numbly in his heart, trying to stick out his tongue but dared not touch it.

It was because Xue Ming grasped his mentality that he became more and more presumptuous, using his fingers to lift his jaw, allowing himself to penetrate deeply.

Song Ping'an felt like a drowning fish, eager to breathe, but greedy for this suffocating feeling.

Seeing his blushing face, Xue Ming patted his waist and reminded: "Take a breath!"

Only then did Song Pingan react and push him, but it was as if his previous vigor suddenly disappeared, and he couldn't exert any strength on his body.

Xue Ming grabbed his hand and raised it above his head, withdrew his tongue and kissed his chin inch by inch along his lips, and spread his fingers apart...

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During dinner at night, Zhang Shuwen noticed that his boss came down from the stairs with a bruised nose and a grinning face. His little eyes were too cheap to describe.

If it wasn't for Song Ping'an's solemn face, Zhang Shuwen would definitely feel sorry for him, but at the moment he could only suppress his smile.

Mr. Zhang went out to sell the fish early in the morning and hadn't figured out the situation. In addition, he had never seen Song Pingan beat Xue Ming before. Seeing him cover his mouth with one hand and poke Song Pingan nicely with the other, his heart ached for him. Said: "Boss, what's wrong?"

Zhang Shuwen gave him some popular science, "It is definitely the boss who molested his wife again, so the wife beat him. What is there a word called? If one is willing to hit and suffer, the boss is very happy."

Song Pingan kept a cold face when he came down from upstairs, but Xue Ming kept leaning on him, and even apologized to him: "I was wrong about what happened just now, don't be angry, what should I do if I get angry? ?”

Song Ping'an collapsed for a long time, and finally couldn't stand his rambling, and squeezed out a word, "Get lost!"

Xue Ming gritted his teeth to keep himself from laughing, and finally showed a very sad look, "I went too far just now, I didn't expect...you would..."

"Shut up for me!" Song Pingan gritted his molars and clenched his fists tightly. If he hadn't controlled it extremely well, the next swing would hit his face again.

At this time, half of Xue Ming's face was swollen like a steamed stuffed bun, and his smile was very funny.

When Song Pingan thought of the things he did to himself in the room, he wished to turn back time.

"It's quite comfortable to do that." Xue Ming still couldn't help wanting to take him down in a persuasive manner, so that he would be satisfied from now on.

However, I didn't expect Song Ping's reaction to be so big. I thought that I could control him by being strong. Everything has a beginning, and the rest of it will become simpler and simpler.

Who knew that when Song Ping'an lifted his trousers, he pinned him down on the bed and beat him severely, just like the kind of scumbag who doesn't recognize anyone when he lifts his trousers.

But Xue Ming found that even if he was a scumbag, the scumbag was deep in his bones, and he fell in love with him hopelessly.

Song Pingan pulled the chair away and sat down. He took a peek at him, still feeling a little guilty. After all, this punch was quite powerful.

Xue Ming hurriedly sat down next to him, pulled a chair, sat beside him, and tapped the back of his hand lightly.

Like an electric shock, Song Pingan quickly retracted his arm and gave him a warning look, and the tingling sensation traveled along his skin to his nerves.

Xue Ming leaned into his ear again and said, "We can help each other in the future."

The corner of Song Ping'an's mouth twitched, and he couldn't bear it anymore and yelled at him: "You want to die, don't you?"

"I want to be drunk and die!" Xue Ming said very honestly, but he didn't deserve to be beaten.

Zhang Shuwen originally moved his chair secretly, wanting to listen to their corner, but was soon startled by his unrestrained words, and hurriedly carried it back, pretending that he didn't hear it.

Song Ping'an's ears were dripping red, "Drunk, drunk, drunk!"

Seeing Xue Ming and Song Ping'an, the waiter in the shop didn't dare to ask loudly, for fear that he would be unhappy, so he put himself down and asked softly, "Excuse me, what do you need to eat, sir? "

When Song Pingan heard that the word "eat" was associated with certain things, he exploded immediately.

"Eat fart, hungry!"

If it was in the past, the waiter in the shop would have looked at him with contempt when he heard this, but now he only dared to hum, and when he was about to run away, Song Ping'an called to him: "Go and bring me a basin of cold water. "

"Guest, guest officer, do you need to drink cold water to reduce the fire? Our store has good herbal tea, how about a cup for you?" the waiter asked cautiously.

"Cold water!" Song Pingan glared at him, "One more handkerchief!"

Xue Ming smiled knowingly at the side, then pointed to his face, reminding the waiter.

The waiter looked at half of his swollen face, mourned silently in his heart, and hurriedly fetched a basin of water.

Xue Ming propped his head up and looked at him and smiled, meaning he wanted him to give him a face.

"You have a good idea." Song Pingan picked up the basin and put it in front of him, "Don't think I will make it for you."

To Xue Ming, it doesn't matter whether he messes with it or not, and since he hasn't touched Xue Ming for a long time, Xue Ming still thinks about this feeling, and thinks it's a kind of pride.

Song Ping'an wanted to beat him to death. If it wasn't for the fact that his control was much better than before, he really wouldn't mind giving him a pair.

Zhang Shuwen, who was holding back his laughter, felt pain in his cheeks, he couldn't hold back any longer, and said, "Boss, just apply it, or you won't be able to see your face tomorrow."

Xue Ming lowered his head, looked at the reflection on the plate, and admired himself, "Isn't this swollen and pretty?"

"What a good fart!" Song Pingan really couldn't see it, he picked up the handkerchief and twisted it off, and threw it on his face, "Give it to me."

"It's not enough." Xue Ming is also stubborn, so he can either keep it as his pride, or let him fix it for him.

Song Pingan gritted his teeth and wanted to bite him to death, but he had no choice but to cling to him, grabbed the handkerchief again, wrung it dry and stuck it to his face.

Relying on being beaten up, Xue Ming began to push forward, "I'll sleep with you tonight. If I move around, I accidentally bump into somewhere, and I really won't be able to watch it tomorrow."

"It deserves it!" Song Ping'an's eyes could burst into flames. Seeing his grinning face, he couldn't help feeling distressed for a while, and said in a low voice, "Huh, why don't you hurt yourself to death."

Xue Ming's heart softened into a pool of water, and he said, "What will you do if I die?"

"None of your business!" Song Ping'an threw the handkerchief into the water, picked it up and stuck it on his face, and accidentally lost control of his grip, causing Xue Ming to gasp in pain.

Nervously, he quickly retracted his fingers and asked anxiously, "Where does it hurt?"

"I'll let it hurt to death!" Xue Ming said intentionally, making Song Ping'an so angry that he couldn't breathe well, wishing he could strangle him to death.

"Actually, you don't want me to die from pain." Xue Ming said.

"Huh, I wish...you...huh..." Song Ping'an snorted angrily, even though he couldn't say a word, he was really afraid that he would disappear just like that.

"I know, I still say that, don't do anything, let me do it, okay?" Xue Ming held his hand with unusually sincere eyes, wanting him to clear his heart.

In his eyes, Song Ping'an seemed to be alone in a sea of ​​water, and would die at any moment. Xue Ming stood on the shore and stretched out his hand to him, but when he was about to pick it up, he took it back.

"Up to you." Song Pingan said angrily, but this was already his biggest concession.

Looking at his flushed face, Xue Ming apologized to him earnestly: "It was just that I didn't think about things for you, I'm sorry."

"I... I'm not angry with you." Song Ping'an was only angry for a few minutes each time, as long as he coaxed and admitted his mistake, he wouldn't stay angry with him for too long.

Zhang Shuwen saw that the two had reconciled, so he dared to call the waiter over and said, "Boss, order, you have to hurry tomorrow."

Because the things here have not been finalized, Zhang Shuwen stayed here for a while, and said: "Boss, can you help me take the things back to my mother and younger sister, and just tell them that I will be here for more than ten days." will go back."

Xue Ming hummed, his younger sister was exciting and likable, Xue Ming also bought some gifts for her.

As soon as the dishes were served, he heard a familiar voice from outside the door. Xue Ming's brows that had just been stretched were furrowed almost imperceptibly, and soon he smiled again and got up to greet him.

"Why are you two here?"

Xing Zhaohe smiled at him and said, "It's just me and Taoshu in the villa, it's really boring, so I was thinking about finding Brother Pingan."

Song Pingan got up and pulled the chair away, and said, "Sit down, what do you want to eat?"

As soon as he saw Song Ping'an, Xing Zhaohe got tired of going up and took Xue Ming's seat directly, "Brother Ping'an, I'm here to treat you, what do you want to eat?"

Tao Xingzhi, who was neglected, covered his face with a folding fan, finally suppressed the smile on his face, and said, "I don't know what happened to Brother Xue's face?"

"Loving touch." Xue Ming laughed dryly, "I don't know why Brother Tao is still free at such a late hour?"

"Accompany someone."

The two attackers smiled at each other, and each sat on the side of their sweetheart. Zhang Shuwen and Zhang Laogeng sat at another table, and they heard Xing Zhaohe talking during the whole process.

"Brother Ping'an, I'll take you to enjoy the flowers tomorrow, and it happens that the peach tree is busy, just the two of us."

Xue Ming hastily interjected: "I'm afraid I won't be able to keep the appointment because of safety, and we will return home tomorrow."

Xing Zhaohe lowered his head in disappointment, and said, "Are you in a hurry? Can I go back the day after tomorrow?"

"I'm afraid it won't work." Xue Ming replied.

Xing Zhaohe looked at Song Ping'an in disappointment, his beautiful eyes were blinking hopefully, like water splashing.

Song Pingan didn't know how to talk to him, worried in his heart whether his grandmother would be bullied, and felt that Xing Zhaohe was pitiful.

"I'm afraid their family is really urgent. Next time we have a chance, we will make another appointment. You will go to Jiangzhou with me tomorrow. Didn't you always want to visit?" Tao Zhixing gave Xue Ming a wink.

Xue Ming nodded, and said cooperatively, "I'm sorry, there is indeed something urgent."

"Oh!" Xing Zhaohe poked the dishes on the table with his chopsticks, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Then how about I go with you? I haven't been back for a long time."