Chapter 403

Zhang Laosan immediately blushed and blushed: "you, what are you talking about? When can I touch Don't frame a good man

"Well, I framed a good man. What's your ability to climb my bed in the middle of the night? Do you want me to tell you that you have a birthmark on your waist and a big black mole on your chest? "

As soon as this was said, all the men around him burst into laughter. No matter whether Zhang Laosan had these two marks or not, he was so stigmatized by song Qingchen. I'm afraid that the story that she had an affair with will be spread all over the street.

Song Qingchen is a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water. Zhang Laosan, however, has smoke on his head. He wants to scold her, and is afraid that she will say something more excessive. He can only grit his teeth and bear it down, turn his head into the house and ignore her.

She was so happy that she lifted her chin and turned to look at the men.

Where do those men dare to provoke her, each of them accosted her and left. When song Xijiao saw this scene, she couldn't tell what it was like.

Is it necessary to ask such a person?

She didn't even care about her reputation.

A person who doesn't care about anything is the most terrible.

Back home, song Xijiao sat in front of the stone table in the courtyard, glanced at the room, and it was still empty. Seeing shun'er coming out of Zhang's room, she asked, "has Zhongchun ever been back?"

Shun'er said, "my uncle came back at noon, ate something, had a rest, and soon left again."

"Oh."

"Third lady, have you quarreled with your uncle?"

Song Xijiao sighed: "do you think he looks like someone who will quarrel with me? When there's a problem, you run away without a person It's not that I don't know that I'm wrong, and I'm not sorry. I always care about it! A big man, how mean

After saying that, did not hear shun'er's response, she looked up, shun'er was embarrassed to bow his head, silent.

"Why don't you talk?"

Shun'er quickly glanced at her, then bit his lips, bent his knees and called out: "uncle."

“……”

Song Xijiao's neck was stiff and she turned around to have a look. Zhong Chunzheng was standing behind her. Her face was dark, especially her black eyes. It was like two whirlpools trying to swallow her up.

"Zhongchun, you are back."

She slowly stood up, like a child who did something wrong, nervously pinched the cuff, and didn't know how to say it.

Without saying a word, Zhong Chun strode into the room.

"My God..."

Song Xijiao raised her hand to cover her face. This is not adding fuel to the fire!

Walking into the room, he saw Zhong Chun sitting on the couch, wiping his machete with a cloth in his face. Black hair from the shoulder to the chest, showing a trace of uninhibited sex appeal, two long legs open, domineering and chic.

What's the time? You're crazy!

Song Xijiao hammered her head in secret hate.

This is good, the matter in front has not coaxed well, again offended people.

"Zhongchun, where did you go last night?"

She carefully walked over to him, sat down beside him, and saw him ignore himself, trying to tease him to laugh.

"I'm not going to see you, are you?"

Zhong Chun raised his eyes and swept his sharp eyes. Without saying a word, he played a deterrent role.

Song Xijiao immediately realized that her joke was not good, and hurriedly said, "of course, I know that you must be wholehearted to me. There is absolutely no mercy on you outside. Unlike me, you always make trouble one after another."

Hearing this, Zhong Chun finally took back his eyes and continued to wipe the machete with a calm face.

"But I didn't mean to. Who called me so excellent Of course you are also excellent, no, you are the best! You are the most handsome, gentle and best man in the world

"Shut up."

Zhong Chun can't bear it. He finally opens his mouth and drinks coldly.

Song Xijiao was so frightened that she couldn't help but spit out her tongue. It seemed that flattery was the most useful. She could not help but move her buttocks and lean on Zhongchun, and then carefully put her head on his shoulder.

"Zhong Chun, do you think it's better for us to have one or two in the future?"

Zhongchun suddenly stood up, put his machete back into the scabbard and turned his back to her. He said coldly, "I won't come back to sleep these days. I don't need to leave the door for me."

With that, he strode out without any nostalgia.

"Zhong Chun!"

This time, song Xijiao was really in a hurry and ran after him and grabbed his arm: "Why are you always like this? When you encounter something unpleasant, you are always silent. How can I know what you are thinking and what you are not happy about. What are you dissatisfied with? Can't you say what you want to do? "

Zhong Chun shook off her hand and turned to look at her coldly: "I said you should stay away from Hu que. Have you ever heard of it?"

"I..."

Seeing that she couldn't answer, he gave a clear sneer and turned away.Song Xijiao looked at the back of his resolute departure and bit his lips heavily.

Angry, aggrieved, but never regret.

Once upon a time, she did not know that Hu que was interested in her. It was her freedom to regard Hu que as her friend.

Now she knows what Hu que thinks, but she can't turn a blind eye to him when he is drunk.

The only wrong thing she did about Hu que was that she should not be so stupid. She was trapped by song Qingchen and almost killed herself and even Hu que.

For this mistake, she has apologized countless times, if he still can't let go, then she can't help it.

Song Xijiao enters the room in a fit of pique and closes the door.

When it was getting dark, shun'er came and called, "miss three, it's dinner."

"I'm tired if I don't eat or starve. Don't pay attention to me. Don't call me to sleep!"

Shun'er:

This night, Zhong Chun did not come back.

The next day, Zhang and song's mother finished their breakfast. They sat in the yard talking and looking at Song Xijiao's room. It was getting better. She didn't even get up.

It was so early last night.

After staying for a while, the door was finally opened. Song Xijiao pursed her lips and came out. She called out in a jar: "mother, sister-in-law." When you're done, go out.

"Xijiao, I'll make you hot in the pot."

"No more food, no hunger."

She walked a few steps and then stopped.

"I live in a bamboo paper mill these days. If I don't go home, you don't have to leave the door for me."

"Live in a bamboo paper farm?"

Zhang's and song's mother looked at each other. Why should they live in a bamboo paper farm if they don't return home? This is clearly a contest with Zhong Chun. Alas, the little couple have a little quarrel in three days and a big quarrel in five days. There is always no time to stop.

Song's mother said, "it's the end of September. It's not as cold as summer when you live in a bamboo paper mill."

"No, I'm in good health."

Song Xijiao said, and ran into the room to roll her thin quilt out.

"I'm gone. Don't try to persuade me. I won't come back!"

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