, then let’s see if he has anything valuable on him.”

"Isn't this bad?" Yan Po said worriedly.

Yan Poxi is single-minded and devoted to sleeping and flying with Zhang Wenyuan. As long as it is unfavorable to Song Jiang, then she is lucky.

"Mother, destiny cannot be violated. This fortune teller told us about the bloody disaster. If we pretend that we don't know about it and hide it ourselves, where can we escape when the disaster comes?" Yan Poxi encouraged, "I mean what if this person

The one bad thing about colluding with bandits is that it will be a serious crime of beheading. When the time comes, the Nine Clan will be punished, mother, and we two will be beheaded."

"Behead?!" Yan Po was an ignorant woman. When she heard this, she was frightened and said in disbelief, "My good daughter, don't scare me.

My heart is beating so fast that it will burst out of my heart. Don't say anything, it really scares me to death. I still want to live for a few more years."

Yan Poxi took her mother's hand and said: "Mother, Song Jiang, don't worry about your daughter tonight. If I let him go, that would be a good thing. Let's stop getting involved. If he doesn't leave, then I will drink with him. When the time comes,

See if there are any flaws in him."

"What if not?"

"No, it means no." Yan Poxi leaned sideways and coaxed her mother, "Mother, don't go looking for Song Yasi again in the future. He gives you money every day anyway. It doesn't matter whether he comes or not."

When Yan Po heard this, she stopped talking. After all, she only had this daughter. In addition, she always feared ghosts and gods very much. When she heard her daughter's warning, she was afraid that something big would happen, so she could only sigh: "That's what my daughter said, but...

You still have to be polite and don't be too arrogant."

"Am I arrogant? If he doesn't provoke me, I will naturally tell him nicely. If he says something unreasonable, I, Yan Poxi, will not be easy to provoke." Yan Poxi raised her eyebrows, but she didn't take Song Jiang to heart at all.

Yan Po was extremely troubled and asked again: "What is the origin of that fortune teller?"

"Then how do I know? He looks like a scholar, middle-aged, speaks softly, and is very persuasive. He is really powerful." Yan Poxi couldn't help but sigh, "She even made me lose my father. She can say everything.

It’s very accurate.”

"Then do you reward people with money?" Yan Po also exclaimed, "I'm afraid I might meet a god."

"I am never stingy with such immortals. I gave them thirty coins."

"You are very generous."

Yan Poxi smiled and said: "Mother, my daughter is never stingy in matters of life and death."

The old woman sighed in various ways, took her daughter's hand and said, "Good daughter, don't delay. We'll be involved here for a long time, and I'm afraid Song Yasi will leave."

"If you leave, you will leave, and I don't care."

"My son." The old woman looked like she was about to cry.

Yan Poxi said: "Then my mother will bring the wine upstairs, and I will eat and drink with him. However, I have to be busy for a while. I will see how I feel later, whether I want to accompany him or not."

The old woman breathed a sigh of relief and went downstairs to serve the food. She brought the wine and meat in and placed them on the table.

Yan Po invited Song Jiang upstairs again, and she acted as a mediator.

When looking at Song Jiang, he just lowered his head. When looking at his daughter, he also looked away.

Yan Po said: "My son, get up and get a glass of wine. Don't let Song Yasi pour the wine himself."

Po Xi didn't give any face and said: "You guys eat first, I have to wait for a while."

The mother-in-law said: "My daughter, my mother-in-law has accustomed you to your temper since childhood, and you must not do it in front of others. It is not easy for Song Yasi to come here today. Don't show your temper here."

Po Xi looked at Song Jiang and said deliberately: "What if I don't pour wine for this cruel man? Could it be that he took my head with a sword?"

Yan Po laughed and said: "It's my fault again. Asi is a romantic man. My daughter, Asi is not as knowledgeable as you. Just don't pour the wine, and turn around and have a cup of wine. Don't do it.

capricious."

Po Xi was thinking about today's fortune telling, and felt that her fate with Song Jiang had come to an end. Since this man was going to be unlucky, she despised him even more.

That Song Jiang was dark, short, and still old, and most of all, he was thoughtful and very shameless.

How can he compare with Zhang Wenyuan? He immediately sent someone to invite him so that he could have a warm and affectionate relationship with him.

That person was very caring, but he didn't miss me at all.

The woman brought some wine to persuade Song Jiang, but Song Jiang reluctantly ate one.

The old lady had no choice but to say: "Don't be offended, Asi. I've been chatting with each other for a long time. I'll tell you later tomorrow. When outsiders see Asi here, they will be so shy that they talk nonsense and fart. Asi smells terrible."

Don't even listen, just drink."

He sifted three cups on the table and said, "My son, don't act like a child and eat a cup of wine carelessly."

Po Xi said again: "Mom, don't just pester me! I'm full and can't eat. You drink first, and I will drink later. I'm afraid you can't drink me anymore."

Yan Po said: "My daughter, you should also accompany your Sanlang to have a drink. Don't be too rude."

Po Xi listened and thought in her mind: "I only care about Zhang San, and what the fortune teller said today makes sense. Let's get him drunk first and then we'll see what he has in mind."

Po Xi reluctantly picked up the wine and ate half of it, but in her heart, a vicious plot was brewing. She really had her own plans.

The woman just smiled and said: "My son is just agitated. Song Yasi, please have a few cups and go to bed early."

Song Jiang could not be persuaded by him and drank three to five cups in a row.

The mother-in-law also drank several cups in succession, and then went downstairs to boil the wine.

The mother-in-law was displeased when she saw that her daughter refused to drink. Now she saw that her daughter had changed her mind and started to drink again. She said happily: "If I can get him to stay tonight, the man will forget all his anger. Then we will have a lingering relationship and fight on the bedside."

Close at the end of the bed.”

The mother-in-law was thinking about it while she ate three hours of wine in front of the stove, and soon she was drunk.

After a while, Yan Po's face turned red after drinking, but she still thought about it, so she climbed upstairs.

Seeing that Song Jiang lowered his head and said nothing, his daughter should not turn around and touch her skirt.

The woman laughed heartily and said, "You two are not made of clay, so you can do anything without saying a word? Oji, you are not a man, so you have to pretend to be gentle and gossip."

Song Jiangzheng didn't do anything reasonable, he just kept silent in his mouth, but felt very confused in his heart.

After all, he is also a public servant. Today, this girl has refused to give him face time and time again. Song Jiang's heart has been full of evil fire. They all say that drunkenness makes people cowardly.

What's more, this Song Jiang is always kind and kind, but a woman rides on him again and again and doesn't give him any face at all.

Eat him, drink him, and boss him around. Song Jiang has always been respected by others, just once or twice. Today, when he was not given face, Song Jiang was already at the peak of his anger.

This woman looked indifferent. Song Jiang had seen the world and had an idea in his mind.

"The matter between this mother-in-law and Zhang Sanruo has been spread everywhere. I have always been dubious and didn't care much. Now that I'm here today, I don't want to stay here for a night. If I were to catch him, I would let that person catch him.

Zhang San is easy to fight!" Song Jiang also had thoughts, but his posture was ferocious.

If this girl is unwilling to sleep with him tonight, then the relationship is completely severed.

Some things are just some eyebrows.

Just as he was thinking about it, the old woman came downstairs and shouted in passing: "You two should go to bed early. You drank a lot of wine tonight. You are just a little gentle. You will not waste this good life."

Yan Poxi was annoyed, but she was thinking about how Song Jiang could not get drunk, so she couldn't help but said angrily: "It's none of your business, mother, go to bed quickly."

When she said this, she was a little angry.

The old lady, Yama, felt that her wish had been fulfilled, and she said cheerfully: "You guys will be more affectionate tonight, and you will sleep more tomorrow morning, so there is no need to get up too early."

The woman went downstairs to wash up, but returned to her room to sleep peacefully.

Only Song Jiang sat across from Yan Poxi on the second floor. This girl stared at Song Jiang and said, "If you drink, just drink by yourself. I won't accompany you. I'm sleepy and I'm going to bed."

As Yan Poxi spoke, she lay down with her clothes on and had no intention of calling Song Jiang to sleep with her.

Song Jiang just watched, sighing in his heart, and even more angry, he just felt that this woman was too much!

Seeing that the night was getting dark, Song Jiang couldn't move forward or retreat. In addition, he had drunk a lot, so he could only find a place to lie down.

Who would have thought that Yan Poxi sneered and said, "Don't even think about sleeping with me."

Song Jiang was already angry, and when he heard these words, evil fire erupted in his heart, and he wished he could go up and beat this damn woman up.

Bitch!

This bitch-like thing should have been sold to bury her father in the first place. It would be better to sell her to a brothel. This low-grade thing is really wanton.

He opened his mouth to speak, but he was drunk and felt uncomfortable. He really didn't want to argue, so he had to take off his coat and put his belongings to one side.

The night was getting colder, so he had to go to bed, but he slept across from the girl.

But I couldn't sleep well this time.

Drowsily, Yan Poxi raised her head, glanced at the table, and saw a cloth bag placed on the table.

Her eyes immediately shined.

Yan Poxi immediately thought of what Xiao Zhang San said, and Yan Poxi couldn't help but wonder: "Could it be something in that bag?"

Thinking of this, Yan Poxi squinted her eyes and stared at Song Jiang, just thinking that he would fall asleep early so that she could look through it.

Who knew that Song Jiang had something on his mind? He tossed and turned and couldn't sleep well.

Seventy-seven, eighty-eight, suddenly made Yan Poxi lose his temper, and just said: "You are tossing and turning, it must be the dirty thoughts, let me tell you, I don't want you to touch me!"

Song Jiang slapped his hand on the bed, stood up suddenly, his eyes were about to split, and he was furious: "You bitch! You are so rude! You are so arrogant, do you really treat me, Song Jiang, as a clay doll?"

Unexpectedly, Yan Poxi confronted her and scolded: "You are not a good person either! What is your name? Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
Chapter completed!