Chapter 122: The one-armed tailor of the Shura field

Chapter 122: The one-armed tailor of the Shura field

Hearing this, Song Chen subconsciously glanced at Congliang's deliberately raised chest, and then seemed to remember some bad memory, his face changed, he threw her hand, opened the door and ran, and slammed the door.

"Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng!" Cong Liangting shrank his neck, "Pfft" laughed, the stairs were dark, Song Chen didn't take the candlestick down, listening to this sound, where did it knock, reminded her of that The well-known wait-and-see story.

After some rogue play, Cong Liang probably knew Song Chen's bottom line. This is a rabbit who won't bite even if he is in a hurry. His heart is warm and soft. Obviously, except for the time when he bumped into the original body and the person was having an affair, the whole person is also white. a piece of paper.

Ever since she rubbed her hands like a good fly, she liked a blank piece of paper. That was the case in Yun Chou's life. Apart from Yun Chou's frequent actions, the people she taught with her own hands had a very good emotional life. .

In this life, Song Xiaotu Ji has a soft personality, is pure and kind, has a delicate and thoughtful mind, can make clothes to make money, and is even more skilled in housework and cooking, which is simply perfect. Cong Liang fell back on the bed with a neurotic kick and shook his head, making Meng's heart tremble.

It's just a little bad, Song Chen seems to have a deep memory of the **** scene in the plot. For such a small piece of paper, that incident can be called a drop of color, which is completely detrimental to the future harmony and friendship between the two.

Cong Liangyang was lying on the bed, feeling a little **** up. You said that if you climbed the wall, then climbed the wall, and led people to climb back to bully people. This means that Song Chen is soft-hearted.

If it were someone else, they wouldn't say a few words, and let someone force a concubine who tried to elope with someone to give birth to a daughter.

But if the original body knows to cherish it... Cong Liang thinks that the original body has done a good job. If the original body is married to Song Chen, he will live a peaceful life, what else is there to do with her?

Congliang said "tsk tsk" twice, and no longer bothered about how to clean up this blackest cauldron. With Song Chen's character, she didn't need to play any tricks on her own. After a period of patience, people would definitely want to follow her. OK

The fire in the room was beating, and Cong Liang felt drowsy just thinking about it, but he still had two nerves, waiting for Song Chen to come up to deliver her clothes, the door creaked slowly, and Cong Liang opened his eyelids. Slim, seeing Song Chen sticking her head in, she quickly closed her eyes, and at the same time, the corners of her mouth couldn't keep up.

Song Chen looked at the bed, saw that she was asleep, knocked on the door a few times and didn't respond, and then opened the door and came in.

He originally planned to leave his apron and underpants at the door, but seeing that Congliang was asleep, he quietly came in again, walked to the head of the bed without a sound, put the things on the edge of Congliang's pillow, and turned to go to extinguish it. After taking the candle and going back to sleep, he was hugged by Cong Liang, who suddenly got up from the corpse, and fell onto the bed.

As soon as the hair exploded, Song Chen jumped up, but didn't jump up, he immediately lowered his head to break the hand around his waist, Congliang ducked back and forth to prevent him from breaking it, and like a koala, his legs also hooked up, holding the person firmly. He hugged him, pressed against Song Chen's back and said, "Can we do well in the future?"

Song Chen heard the words for a while, and Cong Liang said again: "We live a good life, like a normal husband and wife. I swear, from now on, I only want you alone." You will always be the only one.

Song Chen paused, the doubts in his heart were finally revealed. It turned out that, as he expected, Congliang's actions today were all to make him let go of her, and for this reason, he even spoke out to stimulate and tempt him.

Of course he didn't believe Congliang's words, or that she really wanted to live a good life with him. It's not like he never tried this kind of effort before, and every time he got nothing but teasing and ridicule.

"You want me to let you go?" Song Chen struggled to get rid of Cong Liang's hands and feet, stood on the ground, thought for a while, then stepped back a few steps, and stood behind the table.

Cong Liang noticed his little gesture, raised his brows and wanted to laugh, but when he saw Song Chen looking at her seriously, he held back.

"No. It's up to you to tie it or not," Congliang waved his hand without any hesitation, "If you want to tie me, tie it, and tie it whenever you want."

Song Chen was stunned, he didn't respond for a while, he didn't understand the meaning of Congliang's words.

Cong Liangjian was stunned, he went to the ground with bare feet, resting on the table to pinch his ears, "But if you want to be tied for a long time, you have to take me out for a walk every day, or I will be paralyzed if I don't move for a long time. "

Song Chen went to pat Congliang's hand that kneaded his ear, but was grabbed by Congliang. Congliang gently rubbed the calluses in his palm with his thumb, and looked at him with a smile.

There were two thick calluses in the palm of Song Chen's palm where he held the scissors all the year round. They were yellow and dry, and they didn't look good at all. The small piece of skin was also rough, so the reaction was no longer sensitive.

But at this moment, being scratched gently like this actually made Song Chen feel a little itchy, no, it was very itchy, he raised his hand violently, shook off Cong Liang, and clenched his fist behind his back.

Song Chen didn't say anything, just stared at Congliang in a daze, and Congliang didn't expect him to say anything now. He was hurt so many times by the original body, it was impossible for her to immediately agree to "forgive me" as soon as she opened her mouth.

To say that in several lifetimes, Congliang is most confident in this life. He doesn't panic at all. Song Chen is only a matter of time and face.

I don't know when the candles burned out. With a slight sizzle, the room fell into darkness. Song Chen stunned for a long time and slowed down, turned around and walked towards the door.

Cong Liang knew that two words couldn't make things happen, so he didn't go for it this time. But he still couldn't help but feel bad about it, shaking the chain on his feet in place.

Sure enough, Song Chen heard the movement of her anklet and thought she was catching up again. In the dark, her movements suddenly accelerated, she sprinted forward, opened the door and ran away.

Cong Liang put on the apron and **** that Song Chen had made for her, which were a little loose, but the material was cool and comfortable, so he lay down on the bed and went to sleep contentedly.

She was silent all night, the next morning she was woken up by the aroma. The strong smell of meat drifted in from the cracks in the window. She thought Song Chen had cooked something delicious, so she waited for Song Chen to bring water to wash. , Eat breakfast, but when she was waiting, she was going to pee her pants, and Song Chen disappeared.

Congliang opened the window on the second floor, leaned against the window, and sighed at the big willow tree that was shining in the morning light, "You are a water spirit that has been nourished overnight. "

"Song Chen, my dear husband—" Cong Liang shouted at him, clearly hearing the noise and smelling the fragrance downstairs, but people just didn't come up, she was thirsty and hungry, and most importantly wanted to pee, her voice was so Big, Song Chen can definitely hear it, she shouldn't come up, Congliang seriously suspects that Song Chen did it on purpose.

"Little rabbit, come up quickly, why don't you come, come come come..." Cong Liang shouted and started singing, but Song Chen didn't invite him, he didn't expect to open the window on the second floor opposite.

A middle-aged man with a mustache on the corners of his mouth opened the window, and opened his mouth towards Congliang with a foul language, "Is the little **** itchy?" , "You called me Shi Geng early in the morning."

She has never been molested at this level in her life. Strictly speaking, she has never been molested, especially since the other party is still an old man who is more than enough to be her father.

She raised her eyebrows and looked very uncomfortable. When she was angry, she had a thin face. If she didn't deliberately complain about the big baby. It belongs to the category of long and serious and serious, and it is not attractive at all.

Unprepared for this, he slipped from his good hand in shock and almost fell off the second-floor windowsill. His face suddenly became longer than a donkey, and he turned around and went into the house to look for something.

But the bad old man couldn't stop, and he talked a lot, "How, this morning, my mother-in-law went back to her mother's house to burn paper for her dead father, you come to my house, I will nourish you well."

"How come I haven't seen each other for a few days, your two girls are much older." The poor old man tutted twice, just as he was about to say something, Congliang, who was looking for something, got out of the window.

"I'm going to **** you—" Congliang held up a stool and swung it hard at the window beside the old man. The stool flew from the second floor here, over the big willow tree, and arrived on the second floor there, "Bangdang!" With a bang, the whole window was smashed to pieces.

The old man was frightened, slipped out of his feet, fell to the ground, frantically licked his heart, stood up for a moment and pointed at Congliang's hand and shivered, scolding: "You little bitch, wait for me!"

With an expressionless face, he returned to the house and moved another stool, and swung it against the window on the other side of the old guy, "Crack—" This time, even the window and the partition next to it collapsed.

The old man was unexpectedly powerful in combat. He leaned against the window and smoothed his heart. He shook off the help of the guy who came over after hearing the sound, and pointed at Congliang with a shaky beard: "Little Sao Hoof..."

Congliang raised the last stool to face the old guy and pretended to shake it. The frightened old guy made another somersault. He stood up with trembling lips and wanted to scold. Say one more word, and I'll send you and your mother-in-law and her dead ghost father to be with you right away!"

Congliang was really angry, and the goose bumps that the old guy said went all the way to the skull, and he really wanted to look at the old guy's head, but there were also yamen in ancient times, and murder was still illegal and imprisoned.

The old guy didn't dare to say a word, Cong Liang really didn't dare to hurt people, it's okay to smash things, the third chair was aimed at the only remaining window on the second floor, and was about to swing it up, when suddenly he didn't know when he was behind him. Song Chen was held back.

"What are you doing?!" Song Chen pulled the stool from Cong Liang's hand and put it on the ground. When the old man on the opposite side saw Song Chen coming over, he suddenly became angry again and screamed, "Smash my house, you guys will accompany me!"

"Compensate your mother..." Congliang himself was born in a rural area, and he was taught by an authentic rural old woman. His ancestors had eighteen generations of reproductive methods, and he could apply for the Guinness Book of World Records. Not one.

It was only that she said dirty, and when she saw Song Chen looking at her with a flushed face, she instantly became dumbfounded. From the point of view of Song Chen, from the point of view of Song Chen, this is not a simple fight, it is the scene of an adulterer and a prostitute tearing their faces. If she was Song Chen, she would definitely be disgusting.

Congliang hurriedly reached out and closed the window, turned around to hug Song Chen, but was pushed away by Song Chen, his red eyes stared at Congliang, and in the blink of an eye, a string of tears came down, almost smashing Congliang's heart. .

"Song Chen..." Cong Liang held down his hand that opened the door, got in between his arms holding the door, leaned back against the door, and hugged his trembling body.

The author has something to say: Song Chen: Adulterer and adulterer!

Congliang: You put the pot down and we'll talk.