Chapter 180 This thing is so weird

The crowd talked and laughed, and walked in.

Lu Yuming and Song Jingyun were in the same place, without raising their feet.

"Don't you go in?" Wei Liangji raised his eyebrows, "It's a rare opportunity."

"I suddenly remembered that I had something else to do today, so I couldn't attend this poetry meeting. I'm really sorry." Song Jingyun bowed.

No matter how artful and elegant you are, how can you be clear and unrestrained, Wanchun Tower is always a brothel.

This is not where he should go.

The so-called romantic talent is a legend that has been passed down through the ages, and the romantic talent is also ahead of the talent.

What's more, no matter how beautiful the so-called sisters look, can they look better than his wife?

No matter how talented he is, can his wife be talented?

His wife, not to mention reciting poetry and writing correctly, she also knows how to do business. Her mind is full of strange ideas that he could not even imagine, and no one in the world can match!

Jiang Mixia blinked for a moment and looked at Song Jingyun, whose face was slightly red.

When Song Jingyun heard Jiang Mixia breathing evenly and seemed to be asleep, she got up gently and took out the booklet again under the candlelight at the bedside.

Seeing that Song Jingyun was eating sweetly, Jiang Mixia just saw an important plot, so she continued to lie down on Ruankan and read the storybook.

Song Jingyun's eyes were calm, and there was no one of these two. I think he was probably not the kind of fear that he had a lustful heart but no lustful courage, but the kind of fear that he loved his wife, so he was unwilling to be romantic and casual outside and flirted with flowers and plants.

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"It really won't work. I'll go to your house and be a lobbyist..."

"By the way, I'll give this thing to Song Langjun."

Gimmixia was awakened.

Itchy.

He married a wife earlier than Song Jingyun, and he married a childhood sweetheart and distant cousin who was a good match.

Song Jingyun and Lu Yuming walked back together, separated at the street entrance, and went home.

"I'm afraid there's no meal at this." After Jiang Mixia asked, he nodded when she saw Song Jingyun, and called Zhu Cui and Cheng Mao to make a bowl of egg noodles.

Song Jingyun, “…”

A large part of the reason why Lu Yuming studied hard is because of his cousin.

"It's really something that I have nothing to do with the wife at home." Song Jingyun's expression was serious.

With a "wow", Song Jingyun subconsciously closed the booklet.

If you are usually afraid of others, most people are afraid of their faces but not fearful, and even feel angry and dissatisfied because they are suppressed by their wife for a long time. They are determined to find the right time to turn over, or simply do something secretly to prove that they are still

Have some family status.

When she put away the booklet, Song Jingyun felt distracted and her face was so hot that she felt uncomfortable.

Jiang Mixia was surprised, but she also felt that Song Jingyun was a little tired of studying today. In addition, she had been talking to Zheng Yuanhe for a long time today and was a little tired, so she simply turned over by herself.

There are still no words, but there are patterns.

After putting away the booklet, Song Jingyun bowed and said goodbye and left.

When he went to bed at night, Jiang Mixia felt more and more that Song Jingyun was strange.

Everyone looked at each other and thought about it immediately.

The man and the woman were half-exposed in their clothes, and they were posing some cheese that could not be described, and they would definitely not pass the review when they were described.

"Okay." Song Jingyun nodded.

Song Jingyun opened the first page.

Although the lanterns and candles are brightly lit, this place is also very noisy and is not a place to read books.

Especially when I saw the wife beside me, my heart became more and more like a cat's claw.

After repeating this several times, Jiang Mixia, who was standing beside her, noticed Song Jingyun's strangeness and found her head out of the back of the verbal book, "What's wrong?"

The egg noodles were covered with fresh soup and some tender cabbage leaves were added. I was afraid that only the egg noodles would be boring. Zhucui cut a plate of braised elbow meat and mixed it with a cold sauce of bean curd celery.

but……

Song Jingyun was very hungry at this time and was eating with chopsticks.

My cousin was gentle and virtuous. Although she didn't read a few books and didn't know a few words, she obeyed him. When he was studying, she was also full of fragrance and served him. Whenever she saw him reading, she was full of things.

All are respectful eyes.

"No, nothing..." Song Jingyun stuffed the booklet into her sleeves with lightning speed, and her head hung low. She held the chopsticks and stuffed the noodles in the bowl into her mouth.

The little son-in-law is a little weird today.

This time I saw it late at night.

Seeing that Jiang Mixia was reading the verbal book seriously, Song Jingyun remembered the booklet given to him by Wei Liangji, and took it out to take a look while eating.

"Didn't you say you're going to the poetry meeting? Why are you back so soon?" Gimmisha was a little surprised.

After saying that, Wei Liangji stuffed a booklet from his arms into Song Jingyun's hands.

Lu Yuming also claimed that he was unwell and found a reason to go home.

Forehead……

Seeing Lu Yuming like this, others did not force him too much, and the remaining people surrounded him into Wanchun Tower.

So he doesn't want to go to such occasions.

Song Jingyun didn't think that there was any woman in this world who could be better than her own wife and worth seeing her.

"It's not interesting, so I came back soon." Song Jingyun smiled.

This thing is so weird, read it again?

Song Jingyun opened a page again and then closed it again.

Wei Liangji understood in his heart and nodded, "Since it's Song Langjun and there's still something to do, we won't try to keep it."

"This is……"

Watch carefully.

When he got home, Jiang Mixia was leaning against the soft-collar worker and reading the script when she saw Song Jingyun coming back in a cold mood and calling Zhucui to make hot tea. She burned the charcoal fire more vigorously.

"Yes, Song Langjun doesn't have to be so cautious."

"The opportunity is rare. The man is romantic. You are invited by us again. Your wife will definitely understand and will not say anything."

Song Jingyun reached out and wanted to flip, but Wei Liangji held her hand down, "This is a good thing. I finally found it. Don't be seen by others in public. It's better to watch it carefully after going back."

When they sleep on weekdays, they all sleep in their arms. However, today Song Jingyun turned over early and left only Jiang Mixia with one back.

The booklet is small, although it is also a thread-bound book, but it is only half the size of an ordinary book, and there is no word written on the cover.

Song Jingyun is gentle in daily life. Even if she has different opinions when discussing knowledge with others, she always speaks gently. It can be said that this is the first time that everyone has seen such a serious expression.

After struggling with thoughts for a long time, Song Jingyun finally extended a hand of sin...

Seeing Song Jingyun say this, Wei Liangji was stunned at first, then reached out and patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, your wife won't know about this. Besides, we are just here to hold a poetry meeting, but we won't do it.

What vulgar things are there.”

Because I can't breathe.

But when I opened my eyes, I felt Song Jingyun's passionate kiss and his unhonest hands.

Gimmixia, “…”

This is...

The train slowly passed by, making a dull "Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-" sound
Chapter completed!