The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Song Jingchen, who always didn't care about his appearance, had an absurd thought inexplicably raised in his heart, but fortunately, he looked good enough.

He was even thinking, if it wasn't for his good looks, wouldn't this girl have followed him to Xiagou Village? The results are obvious.

There was a gust of cold air whizzing towards him, Shen Yijia shuddered and looked sideways.

Oh, the beauty Xianggong's face is so dark.

"Is Xun good-looking?" Song Jingchen asked with a half-smile.

Shen Yijia: ? ? ? ?

A gust of autumn wind blew, Shen Yijia closed her clothes, blinked, and shook her head again and again in a second: "It's not good-looking, but Xiang Gong is the best."

"yes?"

"Of course, in my heart, Xianggong is always the first to look good." And A Xun is about the same age as Brother Hao.

What if he doesn't look good? Song Jingchen pursed his lips, turned around and said lightly, "Go back."

If there is a person who is more beautiful than him one day, will this girl be kidnapped by others just like she followed her back then?

As soon as he thought of this possibility, Song Jingchen had mixed feelings in his heart.

Besides, the goblin doesn't get old, but he does.

Shen Yijia didn't understand that this time she obviously boasted that the beautiful Xianggong was more beautiful, why did he seem more angry? But shouldn't it be me who is still angry now?

Seeing that Song Jingchen really couldn't wait for her, she puffed her cheeks and hurriedly followed.

As the sun sets in the west, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkles on the two of them, giving people a feeling that the years are quiet.

Shen Yijia ran in front of Song Jingchen, turned to face him and walked backwards: "Xiang Gong."

"Um."

"You look the best."

"Yeah." The little liar looked straight at others just now.

"I like you the most."

"Yeah." I used to say that I liked myself the most, and the other two were eaten by her the most? Sure enough, he is a little liar, and he speaks sweetly, and who knows which sentence is true.

Shen Yijia tilted her head: "I only like you, forever and ever."

Song Jingchen stopped, looked at the person whose eyes seemed to be sparkling without a trace of impurities, and asked earnestly, "How long is it forever?"

"Well, this life, the next life, the next life, the next life, the next life is so long." It's a pity that I didn't know the beautiful husband in my last life, otherwise I could add another life.

"Okay." After a long while, Song Jingchen spit out the word.

Shen Yijia grinned when she saw that he was finally angry. She didn't want to be pulled into a familiar embrace in the next second, and before she could react, her lips became soft.

Song Jingchen only stayed for a few breaths before letting go of her. Although there was no one around, the ten years of upbringing in his bones still prevented him from doing anything indecent in broad daylight.

It's a pity that he missed the accident of Shen Yijia.

Shen Yijia looked at Song Jingchen with bright eyes, and sure enough, seeing that his ears were red again, she licked her lips: "I just thought of a way for you to forgive you for leaving me."

Song Jingchen's eyelids twitched, and without him asking what to do, she listened eagerly: "If you kiss me every day, I won't be angry anymore."

Although she is not angry now, things have to have a beginning and an end, and the most important thing is to benefit herself.

Song Jingchen: There is a little daughter-in-law who has no sense of shame, what can he do? Of course, leaving worldly etiquette behind and gagging her mouth

There were three of them when they went out, but only two of them came back.

However, A Xun knew that the people in Xunyang City hated the Huns very much. They usually stayed in the room and rarely showed up. Even the meals were sent directly to his room by Yaoji, so no one would care if he was missing.

If nothing else, the Huns outside the city should retreat tomorrow, but what Song Jingchen wanted was not as simple as they just retreated.

The two returned to the mansion, Song Jingchen went to find Shangguan to discuss matters, and Shen Yijia went back to the yard by herself.

The usually quiet yard was a little different today. Several old women were surrounded by a corner and didn't know what to say. Even Mo Yuan stood there expressionlessly.

Shen Yijia pursed her swollen lips, leaned over curiously, and asked in a low voice, "What are you looking at?"

A woman subconsciously replied: "I don't know who lost the dead mouse here."

What's so good about dead mice?

Shen Yijia probed in, and it turned out to be a dead mouse, and there were more than one.

The people in Xunyang City are not hungry enough to eat, these mice are too hungry to see, how thin they are, won't they starve to death?

The woman who answered the question realized who asked, and hurriedly turned around and saluted, "Madam."

Shen Yijia didn't like these people's casual salute. She waved her hand, and her eyes were still fixed on the corpses of the mice. To be precise, it should be on the clothes under the corpses. Why does it look familiar?

Several old ladies noticed her gaze, and someone immediately went to find a broom: "Madam, go back to the house first, the old slave will clean up this place immediately, don't scare you."

"Wait." Shen Yijia and Mo Yuan said together.

The two looked at each other and Shen Yijia asked, "Do you think you've seen that shirt before?"

Mo Yuan: "That's the clothes that Miss changed yesterday."

Shen Yijia patted his forehead, isn't that the one that got wet with tea? Later, Song Jingchen insisted that she go back to the room and change it, because she was in a hurry to go out, and she threw it on the ground.

Shen Yijia gritted her teeth angrily, who would kill a mouse with her clothes in such a wicked way. She only wore this dress once. Although it was prepared by the manor, it was more expensive than what she usually wore. If she didn't wear it, she could take it to the pawnshop and exchange it for silver.

Shen Yijia's heart hurts more and more as she looks at it, she glanced at it for the last time and simply turned away: "Forget it, let's clean up."

It was only then that the wives realized what Shen Yijia was looking at, and the corners of their mouths twitched. They were not frightened by the dead mouse, since they were distressed for a piece of clothing.

Shen Yijia is not the kind of person who suffers from boredom, and she is still on her territory, so she doesn't need to be afraid of causing trouble.

Shangguan Han has such a good relationship with her beauty husband, Shangguan Han's is the beauty husband. The beauty is hers, and the one rounding up Shangguan Han is hers.

So saying this is her territory, Shen Yijia feels that there is nothing wrong with it.

Because Song Jingchen likes to be quiet, there are only a few old ladies who sweep the yard and a small kitchen who is responsible for boiling water for cooking. That is to say, the one whose legs were shaking because of the fright, Shen Yijia first excluded her because she was too timid.

And she hasn't figured out yet, why do people who do bad things do this? Just to waste her clothes? Or trying to scare her with dead mice? That would be too underestimating her.

"Have you stayed in the courtyard for the past two days?" Shen Yijia asked after returning to her room, looking at Mo Yuan who followed.

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