Chapter 312: Of course not

Mrs. Zhang first picked out a dozen steamed buns and wrapped them in a clean cloth, put them in a basket, and then used a clay pot to hold a pot of mung bean soup, then cut half a bowl of pickles, took two bowls and buckled them, and put two pairs of chopsticks, all of which were cleaned up, and then ate casually, and went out with the basket on his back.

Before going out, he told Jin Hua: "I'll send breakfast to your fourth uncle and Jin Dou later." ”

Jin Hua agreed crisply, followed the example of Mrs. Zhang, and went to clean up.

Mrs. Zhang didn't bother to care, she had to send food to her precious daughter, she was hungry all night, and she had to feed mosquitoes outside, but she felt sorry for her.

Hurried to the river of Jinquan Bay, Mrs. Zhang watched from a distance, on a stone on the bank of the river, a person was lying down, and a person was sitting under the stone.

Look closely, isn't it your daughter lying on the stone? There was also a man's clothes on his body, and he slept soundly.

And Song Chongjin leaned against the stone, also with his eyes closed.

Mrs. Zhang's heart immediately relaxed, her daughter and the descendants of the Song family still know how to measure and avoid suspicion.

Two steps forward, I saw Song Chongjin suddenly open his eyes vigilantly.

The eyes were bloodshot, and when she saw that it was Mrs. Zhang, she paused for a moment, and actually spoke first: "Auntie, be quiet, Yongzhu is tired, so she fell asleep, don't wake her up." ”

Mrs. Zhang was stunned to ask if she wanted to ask, and looked at her daughter, who was asleep with her eyes closed, with a little dew on her hair, a little tired between her eyebrows, and her brows were slightly wrinkled.

took a closer look at his daughter's complexion and eyebrows, and looked at the clothes on her daughter's body without a trace, they were all neat, and there was nothing on her face that should not have appeared.

That's when I was completely relieved.

I wanted to say something again, but I was afraid of waking up my daughter, so I finally lowered my voice: "Zhu'er was tired last night, right?" Is her arm okay? ”

This is out of force, and when I wake up this morning, I will definitely have a sore arm.

Song Chongjin stood up, took the basket on Mrs. Zhang's back, and replied in a low voice: "I have already massaged Yongzhu's arm, and I should be fine when I wake up." I have to stay here with Yongzhu for the next few days, so as not to stumble the people of Jinquanwan again, if there is any gossip in the village, auntie, you tell me, I will solve it! ”

Mrs. Zhang snorted: "How can you solve it?" ”

"Auntie, as long as Yongzhu agrees, I ...... I'll be good to Yongzhu! Song Chongjin hesitated, didn't suppress the desire in his heart, and whispered.

"What?" Mrs. Zhang was taken aback, looked Song Chongjin up and down for a long time, and then snorted: "This matter, my wife can't do it, I was in charge at the beginning, don't you dislike our pearls, and if you want to die or live, you have to withdraw from the marriage?" Now, even if you want to be our son-in-law, you have to see if Zhu'er is happy or not! ”

Hmph, don't think that if you have performed well recently, you will forgive him for slapping Zhu'er in the face.

At that time, he wanted to withdraw from the marriage, forcing Zhu'er to commit suicide, but fortunately he picked up a life, although now Zhu'er has become sensible and caring because of this incident, but this cannot offset Song Chongjin's hatefulness and ruthlessness at the beginning.

Don't talk about Zhu'er, just yourself, you have to accept a son-in-law like Song Chongjin, but I'm afraid that I have to deal with something in my heart.

Anyway, the girl has her own opinions, and she is a mother, and nothing else can help her, but this lifelong event has to be liked by Zhu'er.

Song Chongjin lowered his head, the green tendons on his hands that were clenched into fists were exposed, he did not regret the original divorce, Wang Yongzhu at the beginning, he was useless, he was lazy to do it, he couldn't be ignorant

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Say I like it in good conscience.

But now Wang Yongzhu is obviously the same person, but it is like a jade that has peeled off the ugly appearance of the ashes and revealed its true face, which makes people can't help but feel happy and want to have her.

He did not justify his original behavior, but only stood silently and did not speak.

Mrs. Zhang said that she was uncomfortable with Song Chongjin's idea in her heart, and she was happy, no matter what Song Chongjin thought in her heart, she also felt that Song Chongjin was for the sake of being kind to her family, and she was merciful.

She resolutely pounced on it, scratched the rabbit cub with a bloody face, then moved a chair, took a cutting board kitchen knife, and went to the door of Song's house to scold for three days and three nights.

I thought that I was very generous, and Mrs. Zhang looked at the girl who was still asleep and didn't wake up, there was still a lot of work to do at home, and I really couldn't stay for a long time, so I only explained: "Wait for Zhu'er to wake up and eat." ”

Song Chongjin nodded.

Mrs. Zhang didn't feel at ease and went back step by step.

When Wang Yongzhu was about to dawn, he really couldn't stand it, mainly because his arms were sore and soft, and he was groggy and dozed off, and he almost didn't fall down the stone.

Later, she didn't know which acupuncture point Song Chongjin pressed or something, so she felt that she didn't know anything.

In a daze, I seemed to hear someone talking, but I just couldn't wake up.

Song Chongjin looked at Wang Yongzhu's expression that was still struggling in her sleep, thought about it, and pressed another place on her arm, and Wang Yongzhu woke up slowly.

When Wang Yongzhu woke up, he came to his senses after a while, looked at the clothes he was wearing, and looked at Song Chongjin standing under the stone, and the back basket beside him, and knew that someone had come: "Who sent it from my family?" ”

Don't even think about it, you definitely can't count on Mother Song.

While asking, he hurriedly took off the clothes he was wearing and returned them to Song Chongjin.

Song Chongjin pinched his clothes tightly, and Wang Yongzhu's body temperature was still on them, he clenched his palms tightly, "It was sent by my aunt, I saw that you were still sleeping, and I didn't wake you up!" ”

As he spoke, he put on his clothes, only to feel that he was surrounded by the smell of Wang Yongzhu, and he couldn't help but blush the tips of his ears, walked to the river, washed his hands and face with the river water, and then took out the same food.

Wang Yongzhu also washed his face with the river water, drank a sip of warm mung bean soup, and the whole person was comfortable.

Song Chongjin also took a sip, and the mung bean soup had a faint sweetness, thinking that it was sweetened, and it could almost be sweet to people's hearts.

"Yongzhu, if I was black, fat, ugly and short, and my face was full of pockmarks, and there was such a mother in the family, would you still like me, do you have to be engaged to me?" Just as Wang Yongzhu was drinking mung bean soup, Song Chongjin suddenly asked.

"Poof-" Wang Yongzhu squirted out a mouthful of mung bean soup, and looked at Song Chongjin in horror, what kind of evil is this?

Song Chongjin looked at Wang Yongzhu unmoved, wanting an answer.

Wang Yongzhu's mind turned, knowing why Song Chongjin asked this question, I thought about it, it was Mrs. Zhang who came and told Song Chongjin about the divorce, right?

Looking at Song Chongjin's eyes that he wanted to get an answer, Wang Yongzhu put down the bowl, pondered for a moment, and replied confidently: "Of course not!" ”

The fourth more ~~ about a lot of new arrivals, ask questions about when to update, how much to update every day, if nothing else, this book will start to be updated at eight o'clock in the morning every day, no less than eight thousand words a day, four more. As for the explosion of this kind of thing, uh, well, that...... It is not allowed to slap the face, and the author of the head rat is staying.

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