Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 74
When Su Mengchen came out, he saw Song Wanzhi standing there. He stepped forward, picked up one of the candles on the table, and said to Song Wanzhi, "Miss Wanzhi, would you like to have a drink and sleep with me next time?" Pre-tea?"

When Song Wanzhi heard this, a gleam of joy flashed in his eyes, he nodded and said, "I can't ask for it."

At the same time, the two of them remembered the conversation just now, and couldn't help but smile secretly.

Su Mengchen talked to Granny Chen, and Granny Chen said: "Mr. Meng, go, hey, remember to tell that girl that the stove is at the corner on the right, and there is a lot of firewood in the farmer's house, so don't use it sparingly."

Song Wanzhi smiled and said, "Thank you, mother-in-law."

Granny Chen smiled wrinkled all over her face: "Thank you so much!"

Su Mengchen took the candle, and then led the way ahead, Wen Yan reminded Song Wanzhi to be careful.

Going upstairs, Su Mengchen put the candles on the shelf next to him, then put the half-worn fur on the low couch next to him, and said, "Please sit down."

Song Wanzhi did it, so Su Mengchen went to get the tea set, and then set up a small stove with the fire in the basin. Song Wanzhi watched his movements beside him, and found it pleasing to the eye. After thinking about it, he asked: "I don't know how Mr. Meng Where did you get the skill of making tea?"

Su Mengchen said: "I live on the mountain all the year round, but when I was young, I also visited famous mountains and great rivers. When I passed Mount Putuo, I met an old man, and I didn't know the name of that senior, so I learned a little from him that year. Some crude skills."

Su Mengchen was just talking about it, he had seen all the prosperity in this world before, and within a year, he was already green, but he naturally wouldn't tell Song Wanzhi about these things.

Song Wanzhi heard Su Mengchen's words, and thought to himself, no wonder, this person lives in seclusion in the mountains, but how can this kind of demeanor be possessed by ordinary hermits?It turned out that he had visited famous mountains and great rivers.

Song Wanzhi smiled.

Su Mengchen knelt and sat in front of her, moving her fingers, the sound of boiling water came from the darkness, Song Wanzhi was crooked there, a lonely candle flickered on the shelf, she rested her hand on the pillow, and suddenly remembered that a long time ago, she also Holding a candle, walking in the open world, but after exhausting all guards, the candle was still extinguished.

While recalling, Su Mengchen turned around and handed over a cup of tea in his hand: "Drink."

Song Wanzhi took it with both hands, and then leaned there, not knowing what surprise he would give her. She closed her eyes, and then took a sip slowly. It was so hot that it seemed to burn the tip of her tongue. Rippling from the tip of the tongue, it seemed that orchids would bloom on the tip of the tongue, she was slightly surprised.

After a long while, Song Wanzhi opened his eyes, and looked at Su Mengchen brightly.

Su Mengchen almost couldn't help stretching out his hand, so he put his hand behind his back.

Song Wanzhi wanted to say some words of praise, but he didn't want to say anything because he thought that this person cared about such lies.

The tea is full of spring, and on such a snowy night, it seems to warm people up.

Listening to the sound of snow falling outside, Song Wanzhi leaned on the soft pillow and said, "The snow in Chen country is really heavy. If it were in other countries, there would probably never be such snow."

Su Mengchen said: "The snow in Chen country is heavy and light, and it is very cold in winter, so most people in Chen country like to eat spicy food and drink alcohol. It is very difficult to see a single snow in Song country. For them, snow is very precious Things, the next one, the snow powder is also fine. And Liang Guo, Liang Guo is between these two countries, but the most famous thing is the rain."

Song Wanzhi asked, "Where is Zhao Kingdom?"

Su Mengchen pondered for a while: "I have never seen snow in Zhaoguo."

Song Wanzhi closed her eyes: "The snow in Zhaoguo is bleak."

Whether it is heavy snow or light snow, the snow in Zhaoguo, in her heart, is all desolate.

Su Mengchen turned her head to look at her. The girl was crooked with a cloak wrapped around her. There was a heart-shaking softness in the silence, but under the softness was an uncompromising tenacity.

The wind became tighter, and Song Wanzhi actually fell asleep peacefully after this cup of warm tea.

But at this time, the window moved slightly, and Xiaobai's little head poked out from the window, then rolled his eyes, and just jumped in, then walked gently to the brazier, and nestled in front of Su Mengchen. body.

Su Mengchen looked down at it.

Xiaobai raised his eyes and stared at him.

Then, Su Mengchen turned around and walked to Song Wanzhi's side.

She was still holding the empty teacup in her hand. He lowered his head and took the teacup out of Song Wanzhi's hand, but just as he pulled it out, before he could hold the teacup firmly, Song Wanzhi suddenly grabbed his hand .

Perhaps, it was just subconsciously wanting to grab what she wanted.

Su Mengchen lowered her head and looked at her hand that was grasped by her.

For the first time, the hand that was grasped.

Xiaobai looked at his master with blind eyes.

Didn't get rid of it? !He didn't even get thrown off!

It feels deeply hurt, 21 years!It has no choice but to nest in his hands, why? !

It grinned aggrievedly, and then bit Su Mengchen's clothes with an "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhthsIt doesn't work!

Of course, if Xiaobai knew that Su Mengchen had already held the girl's hand when he was on the boat, then he would definitely jump again.

But Su Mengchen was still feeling the feeling of that weak and boneless hand holding him, lightly, like a feather.

Su Mengchen looked up, a section of white wrist bone protruding from the sleeve, with a slightly protruding knot.

Then, he finally slowly pulled his hand out of Song Wanzhi's.

Xiaobai looked at Su Mengchen standing there motionless in shock, and howled in his heart, oh my god, you don't want to hug her to the bed, do you?
Su Mengchen glanced at Xiaobai.

Xiaobai looked at him with shining eyes, but in the end he let go of his clothes silently and aggrieved, then rolled, rolled to the side of the futon and nestled.

See sex and forget righteousness... See sex and forget friends... See sex and forget... everything!
But in the end, Su Mengchen just picked up the thick quilt next to her, and gently put it on the girl's body, fearing that the light of the candle would disturb her sleep, so she took the candle and walked out.

Below, the old woman was still sewing. She saw Su Mengchen come down, put down the clothes she was mending, stood up, bowed her head respectfully, "My lord."

Su Mengchen nodded lightly, and then put the candle on the table: "Grandma still needs to pay attention to her eyes."

The old woman immediately said in fear and fear, "Thank you, Young Master."

For the person in front of her, she felt that it was a great honor to be able to say a few words. After all, he was Su Mengchen—a name engraved in the torrent of history with eternal glory.

Su Mengchen also nodded slightly, then pushed open the door, and the wind and snow hit outside.

He was alone in the snowstorm.

(End of this chapter)