Chapter 127 The one-armed tailor of the Shura field

“You, you…Listen to my explanation,” Cong Liang released Song Chen, raised a hand to cover his head, “What did I do, I didn’t mean to…”

After saying this, Cong Liang wanted to hold back very much, and he couldn’t help laughing at his own little habit that came from the depths of his soul. Seeing Song Chen’s embarrassment, his whole person became popular, he was in a situation where he could take advantage and not take advantage of the bastard. She didn’t hold back the joy of “Pfft!” anymore.

Song Chen had already put down the soft pillow, but when he saw Congliang Yile raised it up again, the two ran one after another in the room, carrying chains on Congliang’s feet. swirl.

It really doesn’t hurt. Congliang squatted and covered her head and was slapped a few times, but her heart was unbelievably sweet. She covered her thumping little heart. Son, this meal is estimated to be hard.

“You’re almost done,” Cong Liang smiled back and grabbed the soft pillow in Song Chen’s hand, the rogue said, “I just touched it, you won’t suffer.”

Cong Liang said shamelessly, “We are husband and wife, what’s wrong with touching?” Cong Liang consciously grasped the point, stood up and quickly patted Song Chen’s buttocks, and winked his eyes angrily. , “As a wife, even if I ask you to perform your duties as a husband and do that husband and wife ceremony, it’s not too much!”

The two of them rested on a soft pillow, their eyebrows flying, one embarrassed, the other a rogue, the atmosphere was silently entangled in this brief exchange of glances, sticky and gentle.

From good to see the atmosphere is just right, grabbed the soft pillow, held it in his hand, and hooked Song Chen’s girdle with the other hand. After hooking it, he slowly pulled it towards him until the distance between the two was almost close. He raised his face and said softly. He shouted, “Good husband…” Cong Liang took out his tune with the highest sugar content, and said coquettishly, “Don’t be mad at me, I just can’t help it.”

“I can’t help it…” Song Chen looked down at her deeply, she did see a strong affection in her eyes, but if this person was his wife, where would this affection come from? If it wasn’t for his wife, where would it come from?

The color on Song Chen’s face gradually faded, his eyelashes flickered, he stared at Cong Liangkou and asked, “You can’t help but love me, then you…”

“Song Chen!” As soon as Cong Liang saw his face change, he knew that this person was afraid to rip her small intestines, and sure enough, he was going to speak up again to provoke her.

Congliang took the lead and raised his hand to block his mouth, frowned and said, “Don’t say it… I want to pee! Hurry up and take me there!”

Song Chen’s lips moved again, and Congliang hurriedly urged: “Hurry up, my kidneys are not good, and it’s easy to get convulsions when I hold it hard. You haven’t seen it before, hurry up!”

The corners of Song Chen’s brows twitched, he didn’t say any more, he pulled out the chain from under the bedpost and held it in his hand.

This time, Cong Liang dragged the chain downstairs to let the wind downstairs, and Song Chen followed behind her. Although it was a bit like walking a dog, there was no obstacle to her conscience.

To be honest, she quite liked Song Chen tying her up, maybe because of her cuteness, she felt like she was Song Chen’s private property, and she enjoyed it.

—From the captivity of a steel-toothed bunny.

PS The prisoners are careful every day, for fear that the chain will be broken if the force is too strong.

Cong Liang slowly went to the thatched hut in the backyard to solve the problem, then came back slowly, when Song Chen wanted to send her back upstairs, he made a request.

“I’m hungry, you’re cooking, can I wait here? To save you the trouble of carrying it up…” Cong Liang scratched at the handrail of the stairs, and seeing that Song Chen was silent, he quickly pointed to the front hall and said, “I You can wait while mopping the floor!”

Song Chen looked at Congliang blankly for a while, then let go of the chain in his hand. Congliang, like a dog whose owner had put a leash on his neck, dragged the chain around the room “Sa Huan”.

Not only did he wipe the floor in the front hall while Song Chen was cooking, but he even pushed some scattered cloths neatly.

From Liang Jian, Song Chen’s ready-to-wear clothes are all stacked, and he picks up more representative styles, and lays out a few pieces on the case, so that guests can choose them when the door opens.

After doing all this, she washed up, then dragged the chain to the kitchen in the back hall, standing behind Song Chen, watching him make hand-rolled noodles.

“My eldest baby is making hand-rolled noodles.” Cong Liang leaned against the kitchen door and opened the connection to the system to show off, “The craftsmanship is absolutely amazing, you can’t eat it!”

The system hadn’t eaten noodles for a long time. Hearing that, he cut off the connection angrily without even answering.

Standing behind Song Chen, Cong Liang saw him lift the pot and put the noodles into the steaming pot. Seeing him tilt his head with chopsticks to avoid the heat, he stepped forward and hugged him from behind.

“Song Chen,” Cong Liang called him softly on his back.

Song Chen stood in front of the pot, stirring in his hands without stopping, without struggling, and without opening his mouth, he was a little stunned, and some things actually don’t need to be confirmed…

“It’s so fragrant…” Cong Liang put his arms around Song Chen, but didn’t let go, thinking that it’s not bad to have an arm, don’t you just hold chopsticks and push her when you have nothing to do.

After the noodles were cooked, Song Chen mixed a little salt water with the noodle soup and poured it on top of it.

In Yun Chou’s life, he could cook porridge with the smell of firewood, and he could eat it right in the good old days. She didn’t choose salt water noodles. The two of them didn’t even have a table, so they held noodle bowls and sat on the stairs. ate.

Song Chen took a bite, turned to look at Congliang, and saw that she was about to bury herself in a bowl, hunched over her waist, and sucking noodles louder than him.

He was wearing a shirt that he sewed by himself. The top of his head was not a complicated and meticulous female bun, but a crooked male bun, and his face was still clean without makeup.

Cong Liang ate half a bowl, saw Song Chen holding the bowl in a daze, and pushed him with his elbow, “Hurry up, let me tell you, breakfast is very important.”

“As thin as you are, it looks like you are malnourished, and you have a bit of meat on your buttocks, hugging people, touching your hands…”

Song Chen paused, raised his hand and raised his chopsticks towards her head to slap her head. Cong Liang quickly begged for mercy, grabbed Song Chen’s wrist and smiled, “Ahhhh! You can’t do it while eating. Hurry up, hurry up, it will be cold for a while.”

Song Chen picked up a chopstick and just put it in his mouth, Congliang said again: “Besides, I didn’t touch it a few times, and I still put my clothes on it…”

“Cough cough cough… cough cough…” Song Chen turned his face to the wall and coughed, Congliang quickly put down the tableware and gave him the back, “Don’t say it, I’m sure I won’t say it, you are delicious.”

Song Chen squinted at her with the bowl in hand, and he didn’t know whether it was because of coughing or because Cong Liang was angry again. He was a little flushed, and his lips were shiny because of eating.

He jumped up again from his conscience, but asked solemnly, “Do you think the noodles are a bit salty?”

Song Chen made Congliang look the same for a while, making him feel a little at a loss, so he could only follow her words subconsciously, and said slowly, “…I don’t think so.”

“Why do I think it’s a little salty?” Cong Liang quietly put the bowl aside and approached Song Chen, Song Chen really stupidly took another bite, chewed and swallowed carefully, and then faced Cong Liang who had been staring at him, “…Not salty.”

“Isn’t it salty?” Cong Liang looked into Song Chen’s eyes, and quietly moved closer, “I think it’s very salty, why don’t you try it again…”

Song Chen blinked his eyes, picked up another chopstick, and was about to eat, when Cong Liang hooked his chin with his fingers.

“Could it be that your bowl is not salty, mine is salty,” Congliang was only a punch away from Song Chen, staring into his eyes, “Did you put too much salt in my bowl on purpose?”

Song Chen finally realized that Congliang was making trouble unreasonably, but he still said, “Aren’t you standing in the kitchen watching what I put, I put one of the two bowls…”

Cong Liang came to Song Chen’s lips and touched it lightly with his own. Song Chen was stunned while holding the bowl, his eyelashes trembling wildly.

“Is it salty?” Cong Liang pressed his lips against Song Chen’s and asked in a low voice, “Have a good taste…” Then he leaned forward a little, pressed the lips of the two of them, and pressed them against Song Chen’s lips ruthlessly. “Boom!” on his lips.

Then, before Song Chen could react, the thief stood up with a smile and ran upstairs, the soft touch of the silly little rabbit on her lips made her beautiful heart float.

It’s just that she was patronizing and running, forgetting that she was still dragging the elder’s chain on her feet. After Song Chen realized it, the first thing she did was grab the chain that was holding it upstairs, and tugged it hard.

Congliang, who was “floating”, was pulled on his ankle, and his body immediately became unbalanced, lying on the steps, almost knocking off his front teeth.

Song Chen pursed his lips angrily and carried the two’s bowls to the kitchen. He didn’t even look at Congliang again. Congliang fell on the steps and groaned a few times, then turned over and lay on the steps and laughed silently. .

Putting the bowl in the basin, Song Chen shivered and filled the basin with water, his eyes were wandering, and the buzzing in his mind was all salty or salty?

When the water overflowing from the basin flowed down the table and onto his shoes, soaking the whole shoe, Song Chen put down the water ladle and looked down at the basin.

The water was still overflowing outside, and the half bowl of noodles that he had not eaten just now floated in the basin, as if they were lined up one by one, they also slipped out onto the counter with the water.

Song Chen loosened his tightly pursed lips, and the strange touch on his lips seemed to be still there, soft, warm, and a little salty.

He stood for a while, stretched out his hand to intercept the noodles that were rushing from the counter to the ground, grabbed them and threw them back into the basin, closed his eyes, sighed, fished out the two bowls and chopsticks in the basin, and took them out. A full basin of water floated on the surface and splashed in the backyard.

Song Chen has never really touched a woman, let alone a kiss, and he has never even taken the initiative to hug him. His wife dislikes him for being disabled, dislikes him for being useless, refuses to marry him, and refuses to live a good life with him.

Song Chen stood in the backyard carrying the basin, and laughed at himself. Just now, it wasn’t that he couldn’t escape, but the state and atmosphere of the two at that time, and the married life he had been looking forward to countless times, strangely matched, making him There is absolutely no strength to resist.

The author has something to say: Song Chen: I was kissed by someone who didn’t know what to do, =(:з”∠)_

Cong Liang: …what? stuff?