Chapter 121: The one-armed tailor of the Shura field

Chapter 121: The one-armed tailor of the Shura field

When Song Chen heard that Congliang was going to wear clothes made by himself, he couldn't help but glanced at her suspiciously, but he remembered what "she" had said, and would never wear the junk he made in his life.

He tore his sleeve out of Cong Liang's hand, put the dinner plate on the small table again, and placed the medicine bottle and gauze beside Cong Liang.

"There is a set of quilts in the cabinet," Song Chen said, pointing to the cabinet against the wall, "Change it yourself."

"How do I change it like this?" Cong Liang slapped the chains on his feet, making a rustling sound.

Song Chen followed the voice to look at Congliang's ankle, pursed his lips, and said, "You can get it yourself." After speaking, he opened the door and walked out.

Cong Liang didn't get the expected reaction, so he pouted, he tore off the quilt on the bed, piled it on the ground, dragged the chain and carried the candlestick to the edge of the cabinet, opened it, and his eyes were bright red.

The quilt is a bright red brocade embroidered with peony, and the lining is snow-white woven cloth, it turned out to be a wedding quilt...

Standing at the door, Congliang thought "tsk tsk tsk" for a long time. With an indescribable mood, he took out the big baby and the newly married quilt and spread it on the bed.

She didn't respond, because no one had ever slept in this quilt. The plot made it very clear that the two were not married.

Congliang touched the slippery and cool satin, and was filled with jealousy called "the eldest baby once held a wedding ceremony with someone else", quietly determined to put her eldest baby to sleep on this wedding quilt .

Song Chen was indeed a soft-hearted man. After about half an hour downstairs, he started to carry the bucket, and babbled from the downstairs to the upstairs with the bath water.

Cong Liang looked a little distressed, but she could only hold a candlestick, drag a chain to help open a door to shine, and toss down a few buckets of water, Song Chen's forehead was covered in fine sweat, Cong Liang eagerly stretched out his arms He wanted to wipe it several times, but Song Xiaotu flexibly avoided it.

Song Chen wiped the sweat from his forehead himself, and also planned to go down to draw water and take a shower.

Under Congliang's urging, he folded back and took a set of his own old clothes and put them on the screen. Song Chen expected that Congliang was playing tricks on himself and wouldn't really wear them, so he didn't spoil the store for sale. women's ready-to-wear.

"Look, you're sweating too, come and come, let's wash it together..." Cong Liang unpacked his shirt, put on his middle clothes, closed the door, and put the candlestick on the small stool beside the tub. Carrying the chain, it was quite difficult to drive around the screen and the bathtub for several times before catching Song Chen who was about to run.

After eating, digesting and absorbing for so long, she has completely recovered her spirits. In addition, Cong Liang was not really hungry for several days, but just let the system synchronize her senses. The stamina of a few bottles of nutrient solution came up, and she is now full of strength. There is no place to use, and if you don't catch Song Tuji and play for a while, you will be sorry for the chain on your feet.

Cong Liang blocked the corner of the wall, grabbed Song Chen, and quickly circled around him, wrapping the chain on his feet around his ankle several times, and then hugged the person in his arms, raising his head and smiling profusely. Yi said, "What are you running, husband, isn't it common for husband and wife to bathe together?"

"You don't have any shame!" Song Chen stared at two bright red eyes, his chest heaving up and down, not only running, but also angry, he broke away from Congliang's embrace, and said sharply, "Put your suit away, I It looks disgusting!"

"Which one do I have?" Cong Liang knew that Song Chen was definitely going to blow up. She carried the **** cauldron of her original body, and Song Chen would not let her touch it, and she disliked it to death.

But touching is definitely going to touch, and I have to touch it all the time in my life. I can't let him just hide and avoid it. The moment he was sure of Song Chen's soft-heartedness, Cong Liang decided to implement the therapy of fighting poison with poison.

Let Song Chen go from being accustomed to being touched by her, to loving being touched by her, and finally upset if she is not touched by her. She has always adhered to the golden rule in the beginner's guide. Without the friction of the skin, where can the spark of love come from? !

"I'm just chasing after you," Cong Liang tentatively put his head on Song Chen's shoulder, "I don't even bother to look at others..."

Cong Liang's breath sprayed on Song Chen's chin, he subconsciously wanted to step back, but his feet were caught in the chain, and he would fall if he moved.

The rabbit will bite when he is in a hurry. No matter how honest Song Chen is, he will not scold people when he is in a hurry, but will also hurt others, "If you are in a hurry, I will let you go. You can find someone you like, I will Don't care about it in the future, don't go at me!"

Cong Liangzheng wanted to raise his head and kiss his thin chin, but was stunned when he heard the words, raised his head and stopped leaning against him, and asked with a strange expression, "Who do you want to find?"

"Yes!" Song Chen was really getting goosebumps when she suddenly acted like this, "Whoever you like, don't go at me, I...I."

Congliang covered Song Chen's mouth, and asked incredulously, "You are also a man, and you didn't fall down as you should. As Congliang said, he grabbed a hand from under Song Chen, "If you want to use it, you can do it willingly. Let your daughter-in-law find someone else? "

Song Chen made Congliang's entire person's arrest look like a piece of red-hot carbon, staring at Congliang with a split canthus.

"You love cuckolds so much?" Cong Liang said again irritatingly.

The original body climbed the wall, for Song Chen, it was indeed a piece of scale, otherwise he would be honest, and it would be impossible for him to do such a thing as chaining people.

Being stimulated by Congliang like this, the skin on his thin face trembled. When Congliang saw his reaction, not only did he not back down, but he became Bengali.

She raised her foot and kicked the chain that was wrapped around Song Chen's ankle, and mocked: "Is it going to be locked like this?" Cong Liang said, "How long? Do you expect a virtuous woman to become a virtuous woman? Unless it's old fashioned..."

Song Chen grabbed Congliang's neck, exerting force on his hands, Congliang made him hold his head up, but smiled.

Still not afraid of death, he threw the fire, and picked up the old scars that were festering and tore, "How can you make a woman serve you, haven't you seen it with your own eyes, can't you?"

Song Chen's face changed a bit when he heard the words, his lips were tightly pursed, and he was about to step forward to take shelter, but he forgot that Congliang was wrapped in chains on his ankles, his body was unbalanced, and he fell towards Congliang.

Congliang was knocked to the ground like a flow, Song Chen released the hand that was pinching her neck and put it on top of her head, his tightly pursed lips loosened, his eyelashes trembled wildly, and he slowly possessed himself to bully Congliang.

When the two were about to touch each other, Song Chen stopped. He stared at Congliang from a close distance. After a while, his expression recovered a little. He was no longer angry, and his tone was no longer intense. Only the ending sound was subtle. Shaking, "I will wear a cuckold for the rest of my life, and I don't want to be a woman."

After Song Chen finished speaking, he stood up, kicked **** his feet a few times, and kicked off the chain. Without looking at Congliang, he turned the screen and opened the door and left.

Cong Liang was paralyzed on the floor and touched his lips. He lifted Erlang's legs and trembled. He muttered, "The thunder is loud and the rain is small... I thought I would kiss him."

Turning over, Cong Liang got up from the ground, picked up the large place where the chain was connected, broke it with his hands, untied the chain on his feet, took off his clothes and went into the bathtub.

After a while, the water was a little cold, but Cong Liang was not willing to toss Song Chen any more. Cope with washing.

After taking a shower, Cong Liang took off the underwear that Song Chen was wearing on the screen. It was a men's style, and it looked old. There was no panties, and no apron. Cong Liang raised his eyebrows, but he didn't say a word. put on. He wiped his hair half-dry with a towel, combed it neatly, sat back on the bed, pinched the chain back again, tied it to his feet, and cleared his throat.

He called out, "Song Chen... husband!"

No one answered, and there was no sound of footsteps coming up. Cong Liang paused for a while, then changed to the sweetest voice she could make, and then called out, "Xiao ChenchenBabyBaby ChenSong Rabbit..."

"Dengdengdengdeng..." Footsteps sounded quickly, the door creaked open, and Song Chen appeared at the door with a sullen face. According to the logic of normal people, after the two hurt each other just now, they broke up unhappily. It takes a long time not to speak.

Unexpectedly, Congliang called him again, and shouted some nonsense... Song Chen was stuck at the door and let Congliang wave his hand, but he didn't come in, so funny Congliang wanted to sing, little bunny, come in quickly.

"The bath water won't be poured?" Cong Liang said, "Clean up the house too, the floor is dirty." In order to dispel Song Chen's wariness, she lay down on the bed after she finished speaking, got into the bed and turned her face in not to look at him.

Song Chen took the bath water in buckets and buckets. When the house was cleaned up, his shower just now was considered a waste, and he was sweating all over again.

Before he went out, Cong Liang ran to the door with bare feet and blocked the door. The floor was just wiped by Song Chen, and it was wet. Cong Liang leaned against the door, rubbed his feet against his trouser legs, and said, "These clothes are yours?"

Song Chen held a basin in his hand, with a cloth towel on the basin, frowning at Congliang who was blocking the door. He didn't expect that she would actually wear it. Clothes, Song Chen turned his head to look at the newly-wedding quilt that was spread out on the bed, which looked extraordinarily bright red under the candlelight, and his doubts deepened.

"What are you dumbfounded about?" Cong Liang took the basin in his hand and put it on the ground, smilingly pulling at his empty sleeve, pulling him slightly to his side, "Come here," Cong Liang In a soft voice, "Give me a hug..."

Song Chen grabbed the sleeve with his right hand and pulled it back from Cong Liang's hand, tucked it into his waistband, held up the basin again without expression, and said coldly, "Get up!"

"You're missing something in this dress," Congliang leaned against the door and acted like a rogue, "I don't wear it... I can't sleep..."

Song Chen was stunned for a moment, and realized what Cong Liang said, his cold face couldn't hold back, he slowly dyed red, moved his lips, and was about to speak when Cong Liang snatched it first.

"I don't want any of the previous ones," Cong Liang's fingers curled the ends of his hair and said coquettishly, "Husband, make me some new ones."

"I really can't sleep if I don't wear it," Cong Liang took out the cuffs of Song Chen's tucked belt, grabbed and pulled, "It's still early, you can make me a set now, it doesn't have many simple fabrics. very…"

"Husband" Congliang and the eldest baby don't want any face, how can they do it, and carry the **** cauldron that can kill people. It's useless for her to pretend to be innocent now, so she just let it go.

Song Chen couldn't help Cong Liang's grinding, not only did he agree, but he also went downstairs and brought up several kinds of fabrics for Cong Liang to choose.

Cong Liang chose two light colors at random, and when Song Chen turned to leave, she was grabbed again, "Don't you want to measure the size?"

The author has something to say: approach from good to good: you measure, otherwise what should you do if it doesn't fit?

Song Chen jumped: I always only use my eyes to measure the size, thank you.