Liang Jincheng cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, remembering how he lived in the Shen family before.

Yan Qingqiu was worse than the old lady I don't know how many times, but Shen Shen didn't say a good word for her.

And Song Yixian unconditionally chose to stand on her side.

For the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, the so-called contradiction is actually the attitude of the man in the middle.

"It seems that I have to install a locator on you, otherwise I don't know how to find you."

A deep bass voice sounded from behind her, and a pair of long arms appeared around her slender waist, surrounding her.

She smiled lightly at the corner of her mouth, knowing who was coming, but her hands were greasy with the dishes and chopsticks, so she didn't touch him.

"Don't hold me, I'll have to clean up the table."

Song Yixian was reluctant to let go, and he hadn't seen each other for a few hours, so he had the feeling that Xiao Biesheng was newly married, "Put down the things, let the servants clean up, you go back to the room with me now." ”

He's just that domineering.

Liang Jincheng leaned over and wanted to push away the dog skin plaster attached to his body, "I will take care of your family, that is, your family's servant, and it was Aunt Wu who personally ordered me to clean up the table, you asked me not to do it, leave it to others, others will have ideas, I just came, how dare I go back to the room with you, don't let me become the target of public criticism." ”

Song Yixian didn't care, "You are Mrs. Song, not a caretaker, let alone a servant." ”

"Your grandmother doesn't like me, and I'll have to try to make him like it."

"Don't worry about her, it's okay if I like you, you are my wife, and you are for her."

Song Yixian can do whatever she wants, but she can't.

"Then I will also be her daughter-in-law, and the contract will expire in three months, what if the old lady drives me away?"

Song Yixian chuckled, "This is not a big deal, if she didn't insist on bringing you back, I would like you to live outside, live in Jianju with me, and live faster and more conveniently." ”

The peaceful days of those few days were not to mention how comfortable they were.

Every night, the fragrance is as soft as jade, and you can do whatever you want.

Kneading her, pinching her, kissing her, hugging her, so that she can't resist, even if she breaks her throat, no one will answer her, which is quite pleasant for Song Yixian.

Happy as a fairy.

It's just that Liang Jincheng doesn't have Song Yixian's enjoyment.

"It's okay for you, I still think my family is very good, at least the work and rest time is normal, and there is no need to reverse day and night."

Liang Jincheng insisted on cleaning up the desktop and not going back to the room with Song Yixian, but Song Yixian had no choice but to accompany him.

But after only being with her for a short time, the old lady came on ivory crutches.

This is already the third ivory crutch this month, the texture is white and hard, intercepted on the best African bull elephants, and it is not easy to break.

"After eating, you have nothing to do and just stand here and watch others clean up the table?"

The old lady is just angry, angry that the useless grandson always talks back to herself.

Liang Jincheng pursed his lips and quietly cleaned up the table.

Song Yixian ignored the old lady, but noticed the injury on Liang Jincheng's hand, "How did you get the injury on your hand?" ”

Regardless of Liang Jincheng's injured oil stains, his big hand held her.

The slender ten fingers are covered with tiny scratches.

Liang Jincheng suddenly felt a serious cold light from the old lady, knowing that the old lady was looking at her now, she hurriedly pulled out her hand and said, "I'm fine, you go back to the room and rest early." ”

She urged Song Yixian to leave.

Song Yixian didn't leave.

The old lady took her ivory cane and knocked on the ground with a few clicks, and her teeth chattered with anger.

Song Yixian didn't even say anything to her, and was still flirting with that little goblin.

I didn't take her grandmother seriously at all.

Angry, angry

"No, such good-looking hands don't do this kind of rough work." Song Yixian was stubborn and took away the dishes and chopsticks in her hand.

The next step is to hug Princess Liang Jincheng.

"Song Yixian, you hurry up and put me down." Liang Jincheng was startled and said in horror.

Now the old lady vomited blood in anger.

Song Yixian said to the old lady Song standing over there: "Jincheng is injured, it's not suitable to do this, you let Aunt Wu clean it up." ”

After that, he ignored the old lady's angry face, hugged Liang Jincheng and entered his room.

Song Yixian's room, this is the first time Liang Jincheng has come.

This is where he has always lived.

The décor is simple and elegant, simple and elegant, the walls are all white, and there are two antique-level oil paintings.

The European-style double bed is placed in the innermost room, which has a separate bathroom and balcony, facing south.

He carried Liang Jincheng into the room steadily, made a basin of warm water and soaked her feet first, and her cold feet warmed up in the warm water at once.

"My shoes are wet, and I don't know how to change them, if I don't take you into the house, my feet will freeze into ice."

Song Yixian got up again and went to the bathroom, fetched a basin of water for her to wash her hands, and brought a little hand sanitizer.

Big hands rubbed her little hands with hand sanitizer.

It's like washing your hands with a child.

But Song Yingrui has never received such good treatment.

The thin calluses of the tips of her big fingers rubbed against her delicate skin, and warmth welled up in her heart.

"If you bring me in like this, you should make the old lady angry again."

"Grandma is angry, I can't let my wife be wronged."

His dumb tone is exceptionally good.

Liang Jincheng sighed lightly, "You made her angry, she will inject her anger on me." ”

It's hard to get ahead.

"Grandma has always eaten hard rather than soft, the more you obey her, the more you bully you, I just want her to know now that you are the person in my heart, and no one can move."

Moving Liang Jincheng is equivalent to moving the meat in Song Yixian's heart.

After washing her hands, Song Yixian took the medicine box, disinfected her fingers with alcohol, and then carefully wrapped them around them with bandages.

"The old lady likes to eat shrimp, I ate a lot of shrimp tonight, lotus root pork rib soup Ying Rui likes to drink it very much, and the hoof flower you made melts in your mouth, I like it too."

He bandaged her hand and talked about dinner.

"So you know it all?"

"Mama He told me, and specially told Ying Rui that the lotus root pork rib soup was made by you, and Ying Rui was very happy."

"The little guy had been thinking about what he wanted to eat before, and it took so long to eat it."

"I'm the same, I've been thinking that you want to eat you, but now I'm putting someone on my bed."

In addition to himself, he had slept with Song Yingrui on this big bed, and once upon a time he also thought that a woman would lie on it.

Even his deceased wife, Fang Wuyou, never slept with him.

Fang Wuyou is a good woman, and she always owes her something.

Liang Jincheng's face suddenly turned red.

Seeing her blushing, Song Yixian smiled knowingly, leaned in and kissed her.

"You, don't do this, I want to go back and rest by myself."

"If you go back, I can only follow you, I can't sleep alone."

He's definitely being coquettish.

A big man coquettishly in front of her

"You're not a child, don't toss me, I made a table of dishes during the day, I'm already very tired, I really don't have time to accompany you." Leung is telling the truth.

"I'm a little fierce during the day, and I'll be gentle at night."

A soft love word, the hearts of those who listen to it are rippling.

The big hand was inserted between her fingers, and her fingers were tightly clasped.

The old lady stomped her feet angrily in her room.

Song Beilang listened to the voice and came to the old lady's room by himself.

Looking at a few more broken antiques in the room, I felt a little distressed.

I decided to put some fakes in the old lady's room next time, so that the loss would be less.

"What are you doing here, you stinky boy?"

Song Beilang smiled lightly, "Grandma is angry, the second brother can ignore it, but I can't, I came to see grandma." ”

"Hmph, you're here to say goodbye to me."

"I'm leaving on Monday, and I can't bear grandma."

"It's just a few months, and it's not life and death, it's less hypocritical, if you have something to say, you can fart quickly."

The old lady is such a shrewd person, she still doesn't know that Song Beilang found something again.

Song Beilang coughed lightly, "Grandma, I said yes, don't be angry." ”

"One or two want me to die, and you're afraid I'll be angry?"

"Grandma's words are too serious, we definitely hope that grandma will live a long life and be as happy as the East China Sea."

The old lady was very impatient, "Okay, I have promised her two years ago, if you can cure your legs, marry her, if you don't want to marry, don't tell me, you can tell her yourself, or don't go abroad if you have the ability, don't treat your legs." ”

"If I don't treat this leg, it's not good to add a great-grandson to my grandmother."

"I don't know how good a little girl I am, why don't you like it? She is different from those glamorous sluts outside, she is beautiful and decent, and she is an amorous species, I like it very much. The old lady asked.

Song Beilang touched his nose and said: "Meng Keqing has always liked my second brother, and you always like her, but my brother doesn't like Miss Meng, he likes Jincheng, and I'm the same as my second brother, I have someone I like, and I don't like Zhuzhi." ”

"Huh?"

"I decided to marry her once I had my legs healed."

"Which lady?"

"Of course it's a famous nobleman, grandma, you've seen her, but you like her the most." Song Beilang smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Mrs. Song said "Huh".

Song Beilang left, and Song Jing was waiting at the old lady's door.

When he saw Song Beilang, he immediately became smiling.

"Third brother, I'll push you to the room."

Song Beilang looked at Song Jing dotingly, and responded: "Okay." ”

This small move was seen by Liu Ying, who was standing not far away.

Behind Song Jing and Song Beilang, Liu Ying has been following.

Watch the two of them move.

Passing through a corner staircase, Liu Ying saw Song Jing sitting on Song Beilang's lap.

The two were kissing

Liu Ying's heart moved, and she quickly took out her mobile phone and took a picture of what she saw.

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