Chapter 124: The one-armed tailor of the Shura field

Chapter 124: The one-armed tailor of the Shura field

When a normal person is subjected to high-intensity electric shocks, it will also lead to incontinence, not to mention Congliang has been holding it all night.

She rarely feels embarrassed when she blushes, especially in front of her eldest baby, but at this moment she really wants to find a ground seam to get in. The worst thing is that now let alone the ground seam, the strength to find the ground seam nothing.

There was still a lot of noise outside, and when the old guy saw that there was no sound in the room, he became more and more excited, shouting that he would smash the shop if he didn't pay compensation. The noise was getting closer, and there were footsteps coming upstairs.

"Don't worry about me..." Congliang said weakly, "Go and drive that old guy away first, and wait for me..." I'll clean him up myself.

Congliang didn't have the strength to raise her hand to cover her face. She looks like she doesn't even talk about her fighting power. She can't even answer her mouth. She has never peed her pants since she can remember, and now the shadow in her heart is 9.6 million square kilometers. .

Song Chen looked at Cong Liang's sweaty appearance, and confirmed again, "Are you really okay?"

Liang Yan nodded with a blushing old face, before the footsteps reached the door, Song Chen finally opened the door.

"Help me..." Cong Liang groaned and knocked on the system in his head.

After watching the whole process, the system couldn't hold back "Pfft!" and laughed, and then "quack quack quack hahahahaha..." I couldn't stop laughing.

"What about sympathy?" Cong Liang said: "What are you doing now? Hurry up and help me!"

"...I can't get in," the system said, "Yang San fell asleep, but he kept grabbing my hand and woke up when he released it. He finally fell asleep."

"Let's break up." Cong Liang frantically said: "I will apply to the main system to change the system, goodbye."

"Hahahahaha..."

Congliang cut off the connection with the system manually for the first time amid the haha. He pricked his ears and listened to the outside, but he didn't hear the old guy's voice, and the noise at the door was gone.

After all, her body had eaten the Invincible Blood Packet Rejuvenation Pill. After being paralyzed for a while, she recovered a little, but her whole body still hurt when she moved. She struggled on the ground for a long time before barely sitting up.

There was still no sound downstairs, Congliang was afraid that Song Chen would come in, but also that he really wouldn't come in, she was in a terrible pain right now, she really wanted to take a bath, take a bath...

Fortunately, every minute passed, her strength recovered a little, and the pain gradually subsided. When she moved to the edge of the table and stood up, the sound of footsteps going upstairs sounded again.

With the creaking sound of the door opening, Cong Liang's face turned into a monkey's butt. She was too embarrassed to look up at Song Chen.

Song Chen came up with a bucket of hot water very considerately. Seeing her standing by the table, he couldn't help asking, "Are you alright?" The way he looked just now was obviously serious, and he could stand up after boiling water. already?

He looked at Cong Liang's blushing face, paused, put down the bucket, and walked towards her. Seeing Song Chen standing beside him, Cong Liang shrank in fright.

There is no serious fishy smell in her peeing her pants, but this embarrassing feeling has completely shattered Cong·Old Fairy·Liang's thick skin. She is now even more shy than the freshly-baked 18-year-old little water girl.

Song Chen originally wanted to raise his hand to try Congliang's forehead, but suspected that her face was so red that she had a fever, but he just stood still and wanted to stretch out his hand. Seeing Congliang shrink back, he stopped.

He couldn't help staring at Congliang carefully. The more he looked at the doubt that emerged in his heart, the bigger it became. He had seen countless shameless appearances of this woman, but he had never seen her shy.

Song Chen stared at Cong Liang, Cong Liang stared at the floor, the atmosphere was very strange and awkward, Cong Liang pursed his lips tightly, seeing that he was about to burn through the floor, Song Chen finally let her go, turned and poured into the tub water out.

Song Chen filled the tub with bath water, and brought Congliang a set of women's ready-to-wear from the store. This time, it was all from the inside out. It was placed on the screen. Congliang had almost recovered, and he was in time for Song Chen. Before he came to help her, he turned around the screen and stomped on the edge of the tub.

"I'm going out, the porridge is on the table," Song Chen said, and then opened the door and went out. Only then did Congliang get rid of the embarrassment that he wanted to explode on the spot.

"This time it's probably over..." Cong Liang cried and took off his clothes muttering. He stood in the small basin and simply rinsed his body with water before stepping into the tub.

If the two of them were getting better at this time, she might even act coquettishly and let the big baby clean up for her, but she was holding the **** pot that was buckled one by one with her original body, let alone with Song Chen, give her a hug. be forced.

Now not only did Song Chen meet the scene of the adulterer and the prostitute tearing his face, but he also came face-to-face with a severe incontinence.

"He hated "me" in the first place, and he must have hated me even more now..." Cong Liang was lying on the edge of the tub, and she scratched the outside of the tub, "I'm afraid this world is hopeless."

After taking a shower, Cong Liang changed into clean clothes and walked to the table. Although the rice porridge was buttoned up in a large bowl, it was already cold because she had washed it for too long. When we got together, he glanced at the screen and rubbed his face.

"I can't wait for Song Chen to clean up..." Cong Liang dragged the chain, opened the door with a bowl in his hand, and whispered downstairs, "Song Chen? Song Chen..."

No one answered.

"Song Chen—" Congliang raised his voice, called a few times, and finally confirmed that Song Chen was not at home.

"Would you abandon me and run away?" Cong Liangsang went downstairs with a bowl in his hand, and saw the whole house for the first time.

There are front and rear halls under the stairs. The storefront is not very large. There are long tables on each side. One end is full of cloths of various colors, and the other end is full of ready-made clothes. There is a square wide table near the stairs. The finished women's clothes, needle and thread scissors and wooden ruler should be where Song Chen made the clothes.

At this moment, the door of the store is closed, and the light in the room is not very bright. Cong Liang went from the front hall to the back hall and found that every part of the room was very clean.

She put the tableware and chopsticks in a basin in the back hall, scooped some water into it, took it out after thinking about it, and took it back to the second floor.

He came down empty-handed again, opened the small door behind the kitchen, and went out through the small door, which was the backyard.

There is a sturdy big willow tree in the yard, and there is a set of stone table and stone bench under the tree. I turned back to the house from Liangliang, and carried a bucket to look for a well. Finally, on the left side of the house, in the middle of a small green vegetable field, I found a mouthful to use. Well covered with wooden cover.

It's the kind of very old-fashioned well that uses a rope to tie a wooden bucket, then throw it in and shake it out. After a while, he sighed at the vegetable field that Song Chen planted, and quickly tied the bucket and went in to fetch water. .

Upstairs and downstairs, up and down, she didn't dare to move the bath water, she only carried clean water, scrubbed the floor of the second floor twice, and washed her dirty clothes and trousers, then put them on the floor. In a basin filled with clean water, pretending that she just soaked it and didn't wash it.

After doing all this, she re-covered the manhole, put the bucket back in its original place, folded a few willow branches from the footprints and swept them away, then took the willow branches back to the second floor and threw them along the window onto the big willow tree.

The whole process took care of erasing the traces of the murder scene, and I almost wiped the fingerprints with a cloth.

After finishing everything, she put the chain back on her ankle again, and climbed into bed feeling quite tired, intending to close her eyes and rest for a while.

Unexpectedly, she closed her eyes and fell asleep accidentally. When she woke up, it was almost dark. She listened carefully, but there was still no sound downstairs.

"Song Chen..." She called out twice, but no one responded, and Congliang almost cried. In a mournful and bitter tone, he murmured: "I won't really run away and don't want me..."

Sitting on the bed impatiently and waiting for a long time, Cong Liang untied the chain on her feet, opened the door and crept downstairs to see. She turned around twice, but couldn't find where Song Chen's bedroom was. Finally, she was in the kitchen and under the stairs. In a small cubicle, a bed was found.

Cong Liang took a look at the already dim sky, the compartment was pitifully small, so he could only put down one bed, Song Chen's clothes were folded on the head of the bed as pillows, and the bed was pitifully small, Cong Liang gestured with his hands Next, based on Song Chen's current height, we came to a conclusion that Song Chen couldn't straighten his legs when he slept.

She was standing at the door of the cubicle, distressed and unable to breathe, two tears were about to squeeze out, and suddenly she heard the sound of clattering in the front hall, as if the door was opening!

Cong Liang hurriedly closed the door of the cubicle, and ran upstairs with bare feet at the speed of life and death. She had just closed the door on the second floor, and Song Chen just opened the door of the front hall.

Congliang squeezed his heart, took two deep breaths, and whispered, "It's so **** dangerous!"

Leaning against the door, he was still in shock, and when he heard Song Chen going upstairs, the whole person was almost dumbfounded. He jumped from the good cat to the bed a few steps from his waist, and pulled the chain beside the bed to tie it to his feet, but he didn't know it was her too. The impatient force is too much, or the iron chain has been broken too many times, and it can't stand it.

With the sound of Song Chen's door opening, the chain she pressed suddenly snapped!

From my conscience, 10,000 grass and mud horses rushed past, and it was too late to remove the button again. I had to shake the quilt away, put my head over my body, and then stuffed the broken section under the quilt. Fumbling to re-disassemble a section.

Song Chen went to Cong's house, licked his face and rejected the one in the morning, and made autumn clothes for the slaves of Cong's house, and asked the housekeeper to get it back, and the housekeeper took it with a grin, and a good deal of sarcasm lowered the price, In the end, I still promised to do it for him and gave him some deposit.

It wasn't because Song Chen was spineless, but Cong Liang smashed the money from the window of the bun shop. He couldn't pay it back. The shopkeeper of the bun shop could only scream, but he would have to pay quickly, and wait for his mother-in-law to come back from the country. It's not about losing some money.

She has a distant cousin's yamen in the yamen, who happens to patrol the street on a daily basis. People don't fight with officials. Although they are small yamen, if they offend those who open the door and do business, let alone business, they are If you want to sell the store, I am afraid it is difficult.

All day long, I was taking measurements for the people from home. Finally, three sizes and four colors were set. Song Chen didn't have time to come back to cook, so he just bought a few biscuits on the way back and hurried back.

Thinking of Congliang at home, his mind is still in chaos, how shocking his guesses are, and how strange his senses are when he makes a series of changes to Congliang.

Song Chen opened the door with the biscuits in his hands. It was already dark in the room. He went up to the second floor first. After opening the door, he squinted and looked around, but he didn't see Congliang.

When I touched the fire stick on the wall, I lit the candle, and when I saw the quilt on the bed, the biscuits in my arms fell to the ground.

This scene stabbed his eyes almost instantly, reminding him of the last time, which was also the same time, when he lifted the quilt and saw the scene that made him nauseous every time he thought about it.

The author has something to say: Song Chen: She is stealing people again! !

Congliang: You are wronged, my lord! !

Song Chen is not naturally black, he is an honest person. Even honestly a little bit useless,

Such people will always suffer in real life, but good people are always rewarded.