Chapter 434: Coaxed Away
Song shook his head with a smile: "I haven't finished speaking, you know what I'm going to say?" â
ââŚâŚ My daughter could have guessed. Xie Shuning lowered her eyes and smiled at the corner of her mouth.
Song Shi held her hand with his backhand, and looked down at the pair of hands that were short and white and chubby, and could only grasp the hem of their clothes and make a fuss, but now their hands are the same size as hers, with slender and distinct fingers, fair complexion, and rounded nails.
Aman has grown up, and she is getting old.
Song thought that he was already this age, so there was nothing to be shy and inconvenient to seduce people, so he also said bluntly: "Your aunt asked me a few days ago if I was interested in remarrying. I hadn't thought about these things before, and I was already at an old age, so why bother making a fuss about it again. As she spoke, she smiled, "But your aunt said that if Yin Gong is an ordinary man, he is an excellent candidate, which is a pity." I was taken aback, and thought that your aunt was really a fool, and that it was easy to talk nonsense about such things. â
"But when I get back to your mother and I are alone, I can't help but think of what she said."
"Yin Gonghe is indeed a good person."
"And I don't feel sorry for it." Song suddenly raised her chin slightly, revealing the curvature of her neck, with two points of pride that even she herself had not noticed, and said slowly, "He is very good, better than most men in the world." If you feel a pity, you haven't really seen him clearly. If he hadn't experienced those things, how would he be what he is today? â
The long road of life is full of thorns, and every step they take is for a reason.
If only they hadn't come step by step. How did they meet again?
That night, she lit the lamp and pushed open the window to see him. Then she understood her thoughts.
Leaving aside his identity as the chief eunuch and the overseer of the East Factory, he is just the sometimes childish Wang Ren after all. I don't like onions, ginger and garlic, picky, and I love to be harsh to the point that I almost become a quirk and moody...... He has so many problems, he is obviously just an ordinary person......
But he's so good.
The Song family finally remembered that winter, outside the old house of the Song family in Yanling. The day when I first met Wang Ren.
However, for her, it was just a gesture of doing a good deed every day. But he remembered it for so many years. Thinking about the number of times he saved her, this favor should have been paid off a long time ago, and now it was clear that she owed him.
Song's eyes gradually became gentle and firm.
Xie Shuning's hand was still tightly held in her palm, and her mother's hand was as warm as ever.
She couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at her mother. In the past few years, because of the bad things about leaving the Xie family. The mother's life is stable and comfortable, and her complexion and body are getting better, and she looks younger and more vivid. Mother is still young, like a flower in full bloom, blooming just right.
"My aunt is quite discerning." Xie Shuning said with a smile.
Song also smiled, then put away his smile and said solemnly: "But this matter is by no means just my own business. â
She has sons and daughters. Even if it doesn't matter what the brother and sister-in-law think, the thoughts of the two children. It's always something to take into account. After all, to put it bluntly, this matter is shocking enough. She can not care, just look at Wang Ren alone, but others may not be able to.
"I'll talk to you first, this matter has to be discussed in the long run." Song said, "Whether your brother will end up in the future and whether he will take a career is not a foregone conclusion at the moment, so you have to think about it more." â
Xie Shuning listened, but she was already thinking about it secretly.
My brother is afraid that he has no intention of pursuing a career......
But this can't be said to her mother like this, when the mother always hopes that her son can walk a road, some words for the elders to say, how much better than her.
So she first held back these words, and looked left and right at the injuries on Wang Ren's body, many things were afraid that the two mothers had not discussed carefully, and just waited.
"Auntie, do you want to take a breath first?" Xie Shuning suddenly thought of Shaman, judging from her mother's words, she was afraid that her aunt would be stunned.
Song smiled and bowed his head, "That's how it should be." â
For her, the most difficult thing to talk about is her son, followed by her daughter. Now that I have explained it to my daughter, I have received an unexpected understanding, and her confidence has suddenly increased.
However, no one expected that before the Song family went to find her, Shaman heard the news of Wang Ren's injury and came to find the Song family first. As soon as they met, she stared at Song with wide blue eyes and asked, "I heard that he was injured?" â
Seeing her ask about Wang Ren's injury, Song couldn't help blushing slightly, so he simply told how Wang Ren was injured.
When Shaman heard what Wang Ren said to her, she was already stunned and reprimanded "so bold". After Song said that the scissors in his hand had hurt Wang Ren, Shaman jumped up from the chair, bluffed, and said continuously: "Furou, you have such a temper...... He's wrong, but you can't stab him with scissors! â
"......" Song was at a loss, "I also didn't ...... it unintentionally"
Sharman looked incredulous and muttered, "When I talked to you about him the time before, you looked weird and uncomfortable, and I knew you definitely didn't like what I said." So this time he himself ran in front of you and talked shameless nonsense, and you were in a hurry to take scissors and stab him, it must be so. â
She buried her head in reasoning, then raised her head suddenly, and said bitterly: "How is this good? Did he recuperate from his injuries? Is it up to you to be responsible? â
After speaking, without waiting for Song to speak, she suddenly realized again, pointed to the direction of the door with her finger, and said angrily: "I know, it wasn't you who deliberately pierced him, he deliberately asked you to pierce him, right?" She cried and lost her face, "After I told him last time, I went back and went to check what this East Factory does. Isn't this little trick at his fingertips? â
Song Shi was dumbfounded when he heard this, and finally interjected in half-loud: "Stop, sister-in-law, don't think about it, it's really accidentally hurt!" â
She didn't mention it, and when she said that Shaman's face was even more tearful.
"I shouldn't have said those things, but when I mentioned them, he took it to heart. Woe to you. Shaman spoke quickly in Spanish-Vietnamese, "Look at how long it has been." You will help him to exonerate, and in a few days, will you not let him be deceived away? Blame me, it's not good to mention what is good, you have to mention that you are easy to coax people......"
Seeing that Shaman couldn't stop talking, Song had no choice but to raise his voice to interrupt her. "I promised him."
The words came to an abrupt end.
Immediately, Sharman sat back in her chair, covered her face and muttered, "Oops." I told him to coax him away......"
"Sister-in-law." Song couldn't cry or laugh, "No, what can he coax me, it's all my own will." â
Sharman let go of his fingers. A pair of blue eyes peeked between his fingers. "Still say no?"
Song Shi smiled: "Yes, then there is." â
"No, I've got to get rid of him." Hearing this, Sharman let go of his hand and got up to walk outside.
Song Shi pressed her shoulder, but he didn't dare to make a big effort, but he only pressed it weakly to prevent her from leaving, and stopped in front and said, "Sister-in-law, listen to me first." â
Shaman stopped moving, and asked expectantly, "The effect of the ecstasy soup has subsided." Sober? â
"There's no such thing as ecstasy soup!" Song looked helpless.
"Your brother said yes, and I believe him."
Song was stunned. Who was coaxed by whom?
She gathered her mind and said, "There is no ecstasy soup, and he didn't coax me, it's all my own idea to figure it out." â
When Shaman heard her say this, she also put out her thoughts about cleaning up Wang Ren for the time being, and only asked: "But he is a eunuch, you know it, how can you still ......?"
"I don't care." Song shook his head, "With him by my side, I feel at ease, and I have never felt at ease." â
She said sincerely, and although her tone was soft, the resoluteness contained in it was also unmistakable.
Sharman was stunned for a moment, and suddenly let out a sigh of relief: "But can he marry a wife?" â
No matter what, it always has to be married to the media.
Song said: "If you want to marry, you can always marry, who can take care of other people's affairs." â
Shaman bit her lip and hesitated, "I know too little, I still have to tell your brother about this first." She looked at Song's eyes carefully, "Although you have long been an adult, and now you are a mother of two children, but in your brother's heart, you are still the little girl who pestered him to tell a story before he was willing to sleep." He always said that if he had taken care of his snacks back then, you wouldn't have suffered so much. â
Song knew that her brother had always felt guilty because of Xie Yuanmao's affairs, but back then, she didn't know people well and didn't recognize people, so how could she blame her brother.
Wang Ren is not Xie Yuanmao, and she will never become the second Xie Yuanmao, even in front of her brother, she dares to sue him like this.
She spoke a few more words to Shaman, and was about to go back and write a letter for Shaman's people to send it quickly, but even if it was fast, it would take a long time. Shaman was also secretly thinking, just taking advantage of this time to ask both of them to think about it, whether they succeed or not, it depends on them in the end.
Half an hour later, Sharman suddenly proposed to find a painter to paint a small portrait of Wang Ren.
Song was puzzled: "Why?" â
"I have to ask your brother to see what he looks like, your brother was obsessed with looking at faces a few days ago, and he has a lot of experience." Sharman said proudly.
Song: "......"
However, you can't see real people, and you can look at the portraits.
It happened that although Xie Shuning's painting skills were a little rusty, they were also the best, so he was dragged to Wang Ren by Shaman, and said: "Paint well, draw carefully, it doesn't matter if you look good or not, the important thing is to be clear." â
Xie Shuning nodded, but saw Wang Ren's strange face.
After a while, Shaman followed Song to the kitchen to taste the food, and only Xie Shuning was left in the room to lay the paper, Yan Huai to study the ink, and Wang Ren sat there absentmindedly holding the scroll.
Mo Cheng, Xie Shuning lifted the pen and dipped it.
Wang Ren suddenly said in a muffled voice: "The painting looks better!" (To be continued......)
PS: There was an accident, I wrote it late. There will be more, but it's going to be the second half of the night, I don't know the specific time, don't wait, get up early tomorrow morning and see it ~~
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