MTL - Scumbags Follow the Good System-Chapter 128 The one-armed tailor of the Shura field

As a fully qualified prisoner, Xian Liang was content with "Bo" and after reaching Song Chen, he obediently went back upstairs and tied himself back to the bedpost.

Song Chen didn't finish his meal, tidied up the kitchen, opened the store door, stood at the entrance of the stairs and looked at the door on the second floor for a while, then walked up with pursed lips.

When he opened the door and saw that Congliang had tied himself back to the post again, and was sewing with the half-sewed shirt he had sewn last night, he couldn't help shaking his head.

Congliang turned his head to look at him, his face was full of rippling smiles after he succeeded. The room had no windows, and the warm yellow morning light reflected through the oil-paper window casement hit Congliang's side face, giving the illusion of incomparable gentleness.

"Husband," Cong Liangjian Song Chen came over and said first, "Why don't you teach me how to make clothes. When I learn it, we can do it together later, won't it be faster?"

Song Chen only felt that his heart was being hit one after another. These assumptions he once had about his wife, today this woman sees almost all of them.

In the end, he didn't say a word, and turned to clean up yesterday Congliang's bath water, took it down in buckets, washed the tub, and finally wiped the ground, and took away the clothes that Congliang soaked in the basin.

Cong Liang lowered his head and pretended to be very serious about sewing clothes. After Song Chen went down in the water basin where the clothes were soaked, the needle tip poked into his hand, blood beads came out, and she sucked it off, making his throat a little tight.

Yesterday's electric shock and incontinence can definitely be listed as the top of the black history from several lifetimes. Before that set of clothes was soaked in the sink, she washed it several times and smelled it carefully. There should be no fishy smell.

Song Chen washed the clothes and hung them in the backyard, and then went up to the second floor again. Old Cong Liang's face was a little hot, so he looked up at him in embarrassment, and only pretended to concentrate on sewing the shirt in his hand.

Song Chen stood and glanced at it, took a step forward, held down Cong Liang's hand, cleared his throat, and said, "The sewing is wrong..."

Cong Liang: "…"

"Hahahahaha..." In the system's ruthless ridicule and laughter, Cong Liang quickly cut off the connection, grabbed Song Chen's hand, and looked up at him with a pleasing smile.

Today..." Song Chen took a shot, looked at Cong Liang and said, "Today I went downstairs to make clothes, and stopped by the shop. "

Seeing that Congliang's smile collapsed, Song Chen paused and said, "Come along, too, I'm going to hand over clothes from home in the morning," Song Chen said, "You can go downstairs to see the shop... OK?"

"Alright, alright, alright!" Cong Liangxi took shape, and he naturally hooked Song Chen's waist, and hugged him, "How long have you been back, what should I do if I miss you at home alone?"

Song Chen broke away from Congliang, his face was a little red, he took out a small key from his arms, and squatted down to release the small lock on Congliang's feet.

Cong Liang panicked, and shrank his feet into the skirt, "Don't, don't bother," Cong Liang put his arms around Song Chen's head and embraced his arms: "You don't need to untie it, just lock it like this, it's pretty cool. Interesting…”

She fiddled with the quilt last night, folded the section with the small lock, and it was still pressed under the mattress. She reached out and squeezed the key in Song Chen's hand, and lowered her head to Song Chen's ear. After taking a bite, whispered flirtation accompanied by the steamy heat, and blew into his ears: "I really like being locked by you... You lock it once, and you haven't done anything yet. Unlock it a lot. such a pity…"

Congliang's purpose was to divert Song Chen's attention, and Song Chen really couldn't stand her teasing.

Seeing his appearance, it was easy to hold back the smirk, barely restraining the rippling face, and said seriously, "Don't make trouble."

Congliang picked up the ready-to-wear and the cloth thread on the table, and changed his face in an instant. He also imitated the appearance of a little rabbit, blinking his two big eyes and looking at him innocently and harmlessly, "Go. Come on, husband, go and untie the chain on the leg of the bed, let's go downstairs."

Song Chen took off the chain on the leg of the bed and followed Congliang from a distance, looking at the chain slamming on the ground, his thoughts drifted a little.

He could actually see it at a glance just now. She no longer had the small lock on her feet. Song Chen knew for a long time that she could unlock the chain by herself. This thin chain is estimated to break if it is pulled.

Besides, he just went downstairs to wash with his clothes. Song Chen found that the clothes had been washed. Moreover, he remembered that when he was washing dishes in the morning, he only added two scoops of water into the basin, and the water in the washing basin overflowed.

All this shows that when he was not at home yesterday, she not only untied the chains, went to the well to fetch water, washed the clothes by herself, and planned to wash the dishes. Later, she was probably afraid that he would find out, so she restored everything again. Cover up the traces.

It was easy to break free, but it was still laborious to cover it up so that he wouldn't notice it. What are you trying to do? Song Chen was puzzled in his heart, the image of her kissing him on the stairs just now flashed in his mind, and suddenly his thoughts changed, is it because of his yang energy?

But this idea was instantly denied by him, Song Chen couldn't help but raise his arm, a cuff on his wrist, revealing a thin wrist, compared to the masculinity of a man, his physique is really not good enough, and by virtue of his ability to The stool swung the strange force on the opposite floor. If he tried to use his yang energy, he would have no room to resist, and would have been sucked dry long ago.

His wife, was really killed? Or is the woman in front of him just hiding his wife and pretending to be his wife?

Song Chen watched Congliang walk down the stairs with joy, thinking that all this would be known before tonight, and he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

He wasn't so reluctant to his wife, if possible, Song Chen would never want to see her again, but no matter what, whether his wife was killed or hidden, he had to figure it out, even if she never told Song Chen It was a good thing, but Song Chen couldn't pretend that she didn't know when she knew that the person in front of her was not her.

The chaotic thoughts in his head were too disturbing, and Song Chen walked a little carelessly. Seeing that there were only two steps left, he suddenly kicked in the air and threw himself towards the ground.

Seeing that his knees were about to kneel on the ground, Song Chen only felt a figure flash in front of him, and then his whole body was firmly grabbed, steadily. Even if he is a little thin, but with the strength of an adult man volleying down, and a burly man reaching out to catch him, he will be rushed back two steps.

However, when he was caught, he was caught on the spot, and the person who caught him didn't even shake it.

Song Chen raised his head from Cong Liang's shoulder with a very complicated expression, and Cong Liang let go of his hand. After he stood still on the ground, he still didn't return to his senses.

"Hey!" Cong Liang saw Song Chen standing in a daze, stretched out his hand and pinched his earlobe, "Stupid, I can't concentrate on going down the stairs," Cong Liang snorted, "Thanks to my quick eyes, or you are two steps away. Steps, kneel directly on the ground without breaking the kneecap..."

Song Chen made her pinched ears go numb, and the little red bumps quickly ran from the roots of the ears to the neck. He tilted his head and rescued his earlobes from Cong Liang's fingers. He took a deep look at her, went to the square table, He picked up all the clothes that were made in a hurry, walked towards the door quickly, and said as he walked, "I'll send clothes from home..."

Cong Liang said "Hey!" and dragged him to the door with a chain, grabbing his waistband from behind, "Husband, you're in a hurry to leave now," Cong Liang turned him around with a smile, and stood at the door to intercept someone. , "Just say that and leave..."

Song Chen's blushing didn't fade away, he stood at the door with his clothes in his arms, inexplicably, "...Otherwise, how do we get there?"

Congliang gave a "tsk" and said sticky: "Why do you have to kiss me before leaving, and then make it clear when you will come back..."

The two were standing at the door, the shop was facing the street, and people were constantly coming and going. Song Chen glanced outside. Although Congliang's voice was not heard by the people on the street, even the girl from Lihuayuan knew about the After getting up and lingering with the benefactor, who would be ashamed to stand at the door and ask for a kiss.

Song Chen's face turned red and white, looking at Congliang like a mentally handicapped child, opened his mouth, really didn't know what to say, hugged his clothes and wanted to bypass Congliang and walk outside.

How could Cong Liang let him go like this, he moved his body and blocked Song Chen's way.

"What are you doing?" Song Chen said angrily, "Don't make a fool of yourself!"

"I'm not fooling around," Cong Liang said, "you can just kiss me on the cheek before you leave."

Someone from across the street was already looking over, and Song Chen almost jumped up in embarrassment. He was completely shocked by Cong Liang's shamelessness. Even a couple with the best relationship would not make out during the day, let alone in the street right now!

From Liangjian, Song Chen's eyes turned red as he wrapped his arms around his clothes, with a look of being frightened and foolish by her, with a "tsk", he turned around and closed the open store door.

"No one's seen." Congliang reached out and grabbed his sleeve and pulled him over, "Come on, or let you go."

Song Chen's lips moved a few times, shamelessly turned to his lips, and finally swallowed back, he clearly knew that the person in front of him was not his wife at all, and Song Chen couldn't swear the words shameless.

Loud voices came in from the cracks in the door, mixed with discussions, "Alas, why did the Song family's shop suddenly close..." Song Chen's whole body froze as he heard it.

"Is it so hard?" Cong Liang stood on tiptoe slightly, approached Song Chen and asked, "When are you coming back?"

"Middle... Next, noon." Song Chen said like a sleepwalker.

"Are you kissing me?" Cong Liang asked again.

Song Chen hugged the clothes in his arms tightly and shook his head quickly.

Cong Liang Le, smiled twice and got closer, "Then I kissed you?"

"How are you feeling this morning?"

Song Chen pursed his lips, his eyelashes trembled, and he shook his head quickly. According to Congliang's words, his mind was buzzing, and the kissing feeling was played back, soft, hot, and a little salty.

Congliang came close to his cheek, Song Chen was about to hide, when Congliang said "Huh?", he suddenly stopped, and let Congliang's breath patrol his profile, like a big bad wolf sniffing carefully , looking for where the hair is less good to talk about.

The poor little rabbit Ji was overturned, revealing a soft belly, but he didn't dare to run, and could only shiver with his feet upside down.

The author has something to say: Cong·Big Bad Wolf·Liang, took a mouthful of the little rabbit, spit it out, took a mouthful and spat it out again.

Song Xiaotu Ji: Stop playing... Jijijiji!