Mrs. divorced again

Chapter 364 Marriage ([-])

It stands to reason that, as the young marshal of the warlords of the Northeast, Bai Sihan came to Jiangcheng, even if he came to the Shen family to propose a marriage or something, because of the situation and reason, Feng Songjie, as the governor of Jiangbei Province, would invite Bai Sihan to come to the commander's mansion for a banquet. some.

To advance the friendship of the landlord.

But Sihan Bai didn't want to stay for dinner today, so he had to hold a banquet another day.

In the afternoon, at the dinner table, Feng Songjie didn't make a sound, but Wu Su casually mentioned the situation in the world, that indifferent attitude of talking, made the corners of Bai Weiyang's lips twitch.

As expected of a mother.

As expected of the commander's wife.

On the surface, others think that Wu Su is careless and impulsive, but in fact she has a delicate mind, and she has an overall view that ordinary women do not have, and she knows how to assess the situation.

As a woman of the new school in the late Qing Dynasty, Bai Weiyang would like to give Wu Su a thumbs up!

Feng Songjie didn't take the initiative to mention Bai Sihan's matter again, neither did Bai Weiyang.

evening.

Bai Weiyang was sitting in the courtyard, there were no more vines on the grape trellis in winter, only clusters of green creepers, she took Shakespeare's poetry collection and tried her best to fill in love stories.

Thinking about how to confess to Lord Jiu, you can't just say that I like you, go out with me, will it scare him?

We do as the Romans do, so we have to be more tactful.

She likes Shakespeare's "The Tempest" the most. Bai Weiyang coughed lightly and looked around to make sure that there was no one else in the courtyard. Then she cleared her throat and began to chant loudly like a poet.

"When you're by my side,
The night has also turned into a fresh morning.

except you,
I don't expect any companion in this world;
except you,
My imagination could no longer produce an image that could please me.

Every time I see you,
My heart has flown to your side,

willing to serve you,

make me your slave.

i'm a fool
I shed tears when I heard the words I really liked! "

After reading loudly, Bai Weiyang was almost moved to tears, Shakespeare is really a master of love talk!How did you come up with such disgusting words?

But if it's used to express it, it's probably really good.

Bai Weiyang felt that what she just recited was not emotional enough!
She cleared her throat again and began the "love exercise."

At the city government office, because Commander Feng was in charge, Feng Songjie took a rest openly and did not return to the Governor's Mansion. Wu Su asked him when he would be home.

Feng Songjie glared at Wu Su, "Isn't this my house?"

"The water thrown by the married son, you are already married, so you can't stay in your hometown all the time." Wu Su said very righteously.

Feng Songjie twitched the corner of his mouth: "Marry..."

What did his mother think of him?
Wu Su nodded: "Although you have been divorced, you are still a divorced man. Could it be that you thought you were eighteen years old?"

Feng Songjie took a deep breath, and kept telling himself that strangling his mother to death would not be good to spread the word! !

Wu Su shook her head when she saw Feng Xiaoer turned around upstairs, you idiot!

After Wu Su finished her work, she was about to go to the backyard, but Ermo stopped her. Ermo whispered to Wu Su that Bai Weiyang seemed to be practicing something in the backyard.

Wu Su was puzzled.

What can her Yang Yang practice?
She tiptoed to behind a white jade pillar in the backyard, pricked up her ears and began to eavesdrop.

Feng Songjie was sitting in the room, just happened to look down the balcony, and saw his mother sneaking around the corridor pillar, Feng Songjie went downstairs, and walked behind Wu Su like a ghost, with a gloomy look Said: "Mom, what are you doing?"

Wu Su was so frightened that his heart shattered. Looking back, he saw Feng Songjie, patted his chest, pulled him behind him, and pointed to the grape arbor quietly, "Does Yang Yang like it?" People. Why have you been reciting Shakespeare's love poems?"

Feng Songjie: ...

(End of this chapter)