The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Not to mention Shen Yijia, even Li was speechless, and no one thought that An Xiu'er would be so courageous. But now that the government has already entered the register, no matter how much you want, it will not help, you can only comfort: "Don't worry, there are so many beautiful girls, you may not be able to choose, if you are not sure, you will be brushed down."

In fact, Mrs. Li also knew that with An Xiu'er's appearance, this might be trivial, unless she made a mistake herself, but how can any woman who made a mistake survive well. She knew in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it.

Aunt Tian didn't understand the twists and turns, but after listening to it, she seemed to think it made sense. How could a country girl compare to those noble girls from high families and wealthy families? When you come back, you must marry her early.

Otherwise, she was really afraid that An Xiu'er would cause a catastrophe.

Aunt Tian figured it out, and finally calmed down a little, otherwise Shen Yijia was really worried that she would faint from crying.

Xiagou Village also gave everyone new conversations because of An Xiuer's entry into Beijing. No matter what they thought, the people in Xiagou Village are at least superficially harmonious on the surface, and they are just congratulations when they meet the Anjia family.

Shen Yijia has nothing to do and pushes Song Jingchen to the flower field. Although it is not a precious flower, there are a lot of flowers blooming there, which is really beautiful.

When the two arrived, the women in the village cut the flowers that were blooming just right there and sent them to the workshop.

Shen Yijia saw Shen Dali sitting on the ridge at a glance, and the people who used to call her auntie when they saw her were unusually quiet today.

Shen Yijia raised her eyebrows and pushed Song Jingchen over, only to find the empty wine jar at his feet, "Why, your daughter-in-law ran away with someone, she looks like a ghost."

Shen Dali looked up at her, hiccups, and nodded with a sad face: "Almost."

Shen Yijia was stunned for a moment, she just said it casually, but she didn't expect that she guessed it correctly, so she can understand this look.

No, where did this big man come from, daughter-in-law, how could she not know.

Just as she was about to ask, Song Jingchen suddenly tugged at her sleeve and said three words with her mouth shape.

"Shen Dali." At this moment, a clear voice sounded. Seeing Shen Yijia and the two of them, the girl was stunned for a moment and called out with a blushing face, "Brother Song, Sister Shen."

Shen Yijia blinked, having a little impression of this girl. Song Zhaozhao, the daughter of the village chief's family, used to think that this girl always looked domineering, but now she looks different.

"Why are you here again?" Shen Dali said angrily.

"Why can't I come, hum, don't forget, what did you do to me before." Song Zhaozhao replied unceremoniously.

Wow, it's so exciting, so what the hell is going on? Shen Yijia looked at Shen Dali with a gossip face, her eyes sparkling.

Song Jingchen supported her forehead, expressing her helplessness for her lack of wink, and turned to look at Shen Dali

Shen Dali blushed at the sight of the three of them, and said with a stiff neck: "Don't listen to this bitch, didn't I just see her crooked and there was no one around, so I took her home with her back? How can I be like her."

"You saw so many people on the way behind your back, yet you said you didn't do anything to me?" Song Zhaozhao was so angry that he looked at Shen Yijia and asked her to judge.

Shen Yijia put away her gossip expression, and nodded her head not afraid of the big thing: "It's really not a big deal."

"Auntie, you" Shen Dali was wronged.

"Dali, a manly man, dare to be brave." Shen Yijia taught with a straight face, and Song Zhaozhao nodded again and again.

Shen Yijia sighed in her heart, she really can't walk out for too long, the news is blocked.

The two walked for a while before going home. As soon as they got home, they saw a blue cloth carriage parked in front of the door. Seeing the people getting off the carriage, Shen Yijia said in surprise, "Shopkeeper Wang, why are you here?"

The person who came was the shopkeeper of Fumanlou, and Shen Yijia had not seen this person for a long time.

Shopkeeper Wang wiped off the sweat with his sleeve, and then pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled: "I heard that Song Gongzi said that there is a good collection of tea, and I came here to chat today."

After speaking, Song Jingchen peeked at Song Jingchen, and the latter's eyes darkened.

Shen Yijia tilted her head, why didn't she know where the good tea was from Mr. Meixiang? However, it cannot be ruled out that Song Jingchen asked Yaoji and the others to buy it. Compared with those people, they have always been very elusive and often come to the door in the middle of the night.

After inviting people in, Shen Yijia wanted to take it to the main room, but didn't want Song Jingchen to say, "Go to my study."

Shen Yijia could only turn a corner and bring people into the study.

Song Jingchen squinted at Shopkeeper Wang, and suddenly said, "Jiajia, you're bored staying here, go and see if Brother Hao and the others are lazy."

Shen Yijia was stunned and glanced at the two of them, wondering when they were so familiar, nodded and went out, not forgetting to help close the door.

"Eldest son, Prince. There is something wrong with King Anle." Before Song Jingchen could ask, the shopkeeper Wang hurriedly said.

If it weren't for the urgent matter and there was no delay, he would definitely not come to the door to look for it.

Song Jingchen tightened his hand on the armrest of the wheelchair and frowned, "What happened?"

Why didn't Uncle Yang send a letter.

Shopkeeper Wang stayed for half an hour before leaving. Seeing that it was time for dinner, Shen Yijia wanted to keep him at home for dinner. Shopkeeper Wang shied away from the restaurant and left in a hurry.

During the meal, Song Jingchen was always absent-minded. Shen Yijia always felt something was wrong, but couldn't tell.

After returning to the room after the meal, the two of them lay on the bed, speechless for a while.

"Xiang Gong, what did the shopkeeper Wang say to you?" Shen Yijia couldn't hold back her words, and finally she was the first to speak to break the silence.

Song Jingchen turned his head and glanced at her, then suddenly stretched out his arms to hug her tightly, resting his chin on her forehead, and stroked her hair.

Shen Yijia was stunned for a moment, she was a person who was extremely afraid of heat, so after the summer they both slept separately and rarely hugged each other like this.

"What happened?" Shen Yijia asked anxiously, such Song Jingchen was too abnormal.

Song Jingchen opened and closed his lips several times, and finally said, "It's alright, go to sleep. And me."

Shen Yijia didn't believe it, she broke free from his embrace and half propped herself up and looked down at Song Jingchen: "You lied."

Song Jingchen chuckled helplessly: "If I lied to you, what would you do?"

"I" Shen Yijia tilted her head and thought about it, what can she do? Beat him up? It's a little hard to deal with this face, don't you want him? A bit reluctant.

Song Jingchen's eyes flickered, he grabbed Shen Yijia's wrist and pulled, turned over and pressed her under him, looking at her with fiery eyes.

He reached out and stroked the Huadian on her forehead, stroked her cheek, and finally stopped at the corner of her lips, rubbed his fingertips a few times, his eyes darkened, he looked down for her lips and kissed it.