Chapter 128

Song Xijiao followed Ling Ziqing into as like as two peas. She saw a picture unfinished on the table, a woman walking in the snow, though it was only a figure, but the familiar gown and her bun were just like that. It really made it impossible for her to pretend that she could not recognize it.

"Young master Ling, this..."

"Don't worry. I'm just painting to pass the time. When I'm finished, I'll put it away. I won't put it outside to damage your reputation."

Ling Ziqing gave a faint smile and interrupted her words. Then she opened the wooden box on the table and took out a pair of snow-white embroidered shoes in the wooden box. "This pair of shoes was made by an embroiderer who happened to meet when a friend of mine was on a trip. The sole of the shoes is much thicker than ordinary cloth shoes. You often walk around, and your feet are easy to ache. You will feel better if you wear these shoes."

Embroidered shoes?

Song Xijiao looked at the embroidered shoes. They were really exquisite and beautiful, and the soles were very thick. But at this time, the foot is a very sensitive part for women. Would it be too intimate to give shoes to the etiquette?

Seeing her hesitation, Ling Ziqing also didn't take notice of it. He explained with a smile, "don't worry. Although I admire you, I will never do anything abrupt to you. Women give men embroidered shoes, it is indeed a private lifelong intention. But men send women embroidered shoes, take is the blessing of harmony and happiness, can be candid, do not have to avoid taboo

Hearing what he said, song Xijiao was embarrassed. It seemed that she thought too much. In fact, she really needs a new pair of shoes. The soles of these shoes have been worn flat since last year. She has never had time to buy them. It's hard for Ling Ziqing to have such a heart.

She took the pair of embroidered shoes and said to Lingzi, "thank you very much for Xi Jiao."

Seeing her finally willing to accept, Ling Ziqing was relieved.

When they came to the table and sat down, song Xijiao stretched out two fingers to explore his pulse and asked him about his daily life in recent days. He said happily, "your illness is going to be better."

After watering the flowers, Qingfeng came in and interrupted, "Miss Song, you really have a prescription that works! Dr. Hao came here two days ago, and he was surprised. Young master Ling not only has a good sleep, but also has little cough in the daytime. "

Song Xijiao said with a smile, "as long as you insist on taking medicine, it won't take long for your son to recover completely. By the end of spring and the beginning of summer, he will be able to go out and play around, instead of always staying at home to recuperate! "

"I'm not interested in the outside world. I'd rather stay at home reading, painting and writing than go out for sightseeing. Of course, if you can have someone to accompany you, you will have no regrets. " When Ling Ziqing said this, his eyes were burning at Song Xijiao, "even if such a time is only one year, half a year or even a few months, I am also satisfied."

Song Xijiao bowed her head to drink tea, pretended not to understand the meaning of his words, sat for a while, then left Ling Fu.

There is also the last jar of stewed vegetables on the bus, which is prepared for song QingHan.

Since the last time I met song QingHan in the bamboo paper factory, she has been thinking about when to visit her. Today, she is finally free. She drove the small stove, and as she walked to the Zhou mansion, she couldn't help thinking.

In her private heart, she didn't feel sorry for song QingHan, but she made a lot of changes when she helped her escape from marriage.

However, Ling Ziqing said that song QingHan's eyes were full of resentment.

She thought it must be a misunderstanding of Ling Ziqing.

After arriving at the back door of the Zhou mansion, song Xijiao stopped the donkey, jumped out of the car and knocked on the door. As soon as the porter saw her, she was stunned. How could a girl like this come to the Zhou mansion and call the door? Was it the romantic debt caused by the third young master outside? Looking behind her, she saw a small old donkey cart, and her face pulled down in an instant.

Since riding a donkey cart, it must not be a lady of a rich family, so there is no need to hold it! So he raised his chin and said, "who are you looking for?"

Song Xijiao said: "my name is song, and I am the sister of the three ladies in your family. Please inform me that I have brought some stewed vegetables to see her."

"Three ladies." Unexpectedly, the porter heard that it was the third lady's sister, and her look did not improve. On the contrary, she was more arrogant than before, with a trace of irony in her eyes, "come in."

The porter tied the donkey cart to the door and asked her to hold the stewed vegetables. He took her to the second door and asked her to wait there. Then he went to find a woman to report to him. The woman looked up and down song Xijiao a few times across the distance and went in with a straight face to pass the message.

After waiting for a long time, song Xijiao was so tired that she could only put the stewed vegetables on the ground and looked at the scenery of the yard. Although there were strange flowers and plants everywhere, she always felt dull and depressed.

After a long time, finally came over a servant girl, coldly looked at her and said: "come with me."

Song Xijiao had to pick up the pot of stewed vegetables again and follow the maid to the inner yard. I don't know whether it was her thoughtfulness or the servant girl's intention. It seems that the road is not far away, but the servant girl turns around on purpose. After walking for a long time, song Xijiao can hardly hold the jar in her arms until she finally sees song QingHan.

At this time, song QingHan is baking tea by her small stove, preparing to be filial to her parents in law in the evening.Song Xijiao went over and put the jar of stewed vegetables on the ground, rubbed her arm and called out, "elder sister."

Song QingHan did not lift her head, but drank and scolded her servant girl Zixin: "if you turn your face, are you deaf? Look at the ignition. The fire can't be too big. It will be hard for a while

Song Xijiao stood by and looked at them. Seeing that they were baking cakes, she said, "elder sister, you can't bake like this. You have to brush sesame oil to make it crispy and fragrant."

But when she finished, song QingHan seemed to have not heard the same, how to bake originally, and how to bake now.

At this time, song Xijiao finally determined that song QingHan intended to do a series of seemingly insignificant slights from her entrance to the present. It turns out that what linggongzi said is true. Elder sister really resents her!

But why?

It was only when song Xijiao stood there that she realized that this time she came here for nothing. When she wanted to leave, song QingHan stood up, glanced at Song Xijiao and said, "sister, you are really capable of everything now. You can cook and make paper. You can hook up with Mr. Qing, who is adored by women in Jinzhou City. Before, I didn't see that you are so powerful."

Listening to her seemingly commendatory words, song Xijiao could not help but sink her face and said, "elder sister, I just want to live a good life and be kind to others."

Song QingHan has a quiet look in her eyes and a strange smile on her mouth: "how about a good life? But do you know, for me, even a good life is a luxury

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