Chapter 13

It was still early, because there was still a lot of meat at home, and he didn't need to hunt some game. Therefore, Zhong Chun came back with a hare today. As soon as Zhongchun pushes the door open, he finds song Xijiao lying on the stone table with his face turned and his back to the door. Zhongchun picks his eyebrows. He doesn't know what the woman is doing.

"Chestnut, you're back..." Song Xijiao turned her head dispirited and saw that it was Zhongchun. Her face changed. She sat in a hurry and put the paper on the table behind her. "You, you are back. How can you come back so early today?"

Zhong Chun looked at Song Xijiao, his eyes dodged and his face sank. He couldn't help thinking of what he had been looking for. He rushed forward, stretched out his hand and looked at Song Xijiao with a gloomy face. "What's behind you?"

"No, nothing..." Song Xijiao felt guilty. She shrank a few steps later. The original owner said that she was also a lady of a big family. How could she write such words as insects crawling and snake walking? Zhong Chun would doubt her again. On weekdays, Zhong Chun didn't care much about her. Song Xijiao wanted to bet that she would not be seen. It would be better if she didn't get seen.

Zhong Chun's face suddenly got a little angry. He grabbed song Xijiao's arm and brought him to the front. He forced song Xijiao's hand behind his back to the front. Seeing that song Xijiao didn't mean to give up, he squeezed song Xijiao's wrist. Song Xijiao lost his strength and released his hand. Zhongchun grabbed song Xijiao's arm and recognized it carefully.

Song Xijiao leaned against the stone table, and she wanted to cry without tears. She said that all the people who passed through had good luck! It's all deception! Song Xijiao rubbed her wrist with a sad look on her face. She didn't understand why Zhong Chun was so angry. Her wrists were a little swollen and blue. Looking at Zhong Chun's efforts to identify, song Xijiao was still somewhat embarrassed.

Looking at the twisted characters on the paper, Zhong Chun frowned and tried to identify them. He only recognized some very simple words, such as wooden tables and wooden chairs.

"This It's what I need to buy in the statistician's house to avoid being cheated by others... " Song Xijiao looks dejected and hangs her head. She doesn't dare to look at Zhong Chun's face. She is afraid to reveal something that makes Zhongchun more confused.

Zhong Chun looked at Song Xijiao and said, "your words are really It's a long way to go. " Zhong Chun knew from the beginning that the third Miss Song family was a straw bag. He didn't expect that all of them had reached such a level. It was also true that no one would like to see such a word on anyone. It seems that he misunderstood her.

Of course, song Xijiao knows that Zhongchun is not a good person, but somehow he suffered such a meal. No one wants to. Song Xijiao grabs the paper in Zhongchun's hands, and her face is filled with anger. "If you don't have anything else, I'll go back to my room first. I don't want to cook tonight, and I don't want to eat. Don't disturb me."

Seeing that song Xijiao was so angry, Zhong Chun felt a little flustered. Anyway, he was too anxious and misunderstood song Xijiao. Zhong Chun grabs song Xijiao's hand and pulls it back. Song Xijiao falls into Zhong Chunhuai's arms.

"Sorry, I misunderstood you." Zhong Chun's powerful voice comes from Song Xijiao's head. Song Xijiao's whole face is filled with the flavor of Zhongchun, mixed with the smell of soil and mountains. Song Xijiao suddenly reacts, and her whole face turns red into an apple.

Song Xijiao did not dare to move, and her body became extremely stiff. "There will inevitably be places to write in the future. As compensation for today, I will teach you to write."

Song Xijiao whispered, and Zhongchun let her go. Song Xijiao felt a loose body and ran back to the house without looking back. Leaving Zhongchun alone to touch his nose in situ, as if Is this woman a little cute? Like before It's quite different.

Song Xijiao threw herself on the bed as soon as she returned to her room. Although the ancient clothes were not convenient, they did not prevent her from rolling on the bed. The more she thought about it, the more she blushed, the more her voice and breath seemed to linger around her. She had never felt like this, which was very difficult for a single dog of ten thousand years.

Song Xijiao was easy to calm down, and soon remembered the knock on the door, "what do you want to eat late?" Just the sound of the sound in the ear, song Xijiao's face instantly red up.

"I, I said not to eat tonight!" In an instant, he covered himself in the quilt and recited silently, not listening or not knowing.

Zhongchun smiles helplessly outside the door. He wanted to knock on the door again. After thinking about it, he would give up. If he was hungry, he would come out to eat. Just leave some.

Song Xijiao is wrapped in a quilt and rubs her face crazily. Calm down, think about your wrist. The original owner doesn't know him very well. Maybe he is a man with extremely violent character, so he can't be so moved. Looking at her blue wrist, song Xijiao's heart gradually calmed down.

Take a deep breath, song Xijiao gave herself a breath, to good refueling, at least have to live a good life!

There was a knock on the door again. Zhong Chun pushed the door directly and came in. He put a box of ointment on Song Xijiao's table. He looked at Song Xijiao, who was wrapped in a quilt and didn't even show his head. It seemed that he was really angry. "This is the ointment I just bought from the drugstore outside. You should remember to put it on my hand. I spent two dollars on it. I'm afraid you can't settle your account tomorrow. Let me tell you first.""What, two dollars?" Song Xijiao turned out from the quilt. Her face was covered with red and shocked. "What ointment? It's so expensive. It's two dollars."

Zhong Chun had already stepped out of the door, frowned and turned around. "It's better. It won't leave any traces after daubing it every day." Finish saying then went out, still did not forget to take the door.

Song Xijiao has a sore face and two knives. How many things can he buy? Why does this person not know how much money he loves Song Xijiao got up, picked up the ointment box on the table and looked at it carefully. It looked like a very simple small box with exquisite carvings on it. When opened, it was translucent ointment.

Song Xijiao frowned and said, "it's hard to say, it's not very impressive It feels like it's been put away for a long time. Yes, no one would like to buy such expensive things. But is such exquisite carving really something that can be bought in such a small town? "

Song Xijiao is lying on the bed, looking at the small box in her hand. After thinking about it, she daubed it on her wrist. It's cold and comfortable.

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