The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

When Shen Yijia knew about this, Song Tiegen came to the door to measure and say something.

Shen Yijia first felt that this little brother was not paid in vain, knowing that Tie Dan was carried and sent home after losing, and felt ashamed.

But what can I do, no matter how embarrassed this little brother is, he will accept it himself. She is the one who covers it.

What's more, people are still fighting for her. She must avenge this revenge.

After Song Tiegen left, Shen Yijia gave Song Jingchen a guilty look.

Song Jingchen closed the book in his hand: "I'll go with you."

Shen Yijia: Xianggong, you are really a roundworm in my stomach.

I also wondered what happened today. My husband, who usually doesn't like to go out, suddenly changed his normal behavior and wanted to accompany her several times.

Shen Yijia glanced at Song Jingchen strangely, and opened her mouth to say that she could go alone.

Before she could say anything, she heard Song Jingchen indifferently: "It's not appropriate for you to visit someone else's house by yourself."

Of course Song Jingchen wouldn't believe the rumors outside, but he didn't want to see Shen Yijia being criticized.

Song Jingchen said so, can Shen Yijia refute it? No.

As soon as the two of them went out, Mrs. Li picked up a basket and chased them out: "There is a piece of bacon and some sun-dried mushrooms in it. Bringing it over is also a little thank you from our family."

Shen Yijia took the basket and nodded obediently: "Thank you mother."

The Tiedan family is the exact opposite of the Song family, with one village at the head and the other at the end. It took nearly a quarter of an hour to arrive, and I don't know if there was too much trouble at noon. Anyone who saw the two of them on the road didn't see them, and they didn't point out like in the morning.

Shen Yijia raised her eyebrows, it seems that the fight with Tie Dan was not useless, so she also blamed her for being too kind before.

There were still several families living at the head of the village, but Shen Yijia guessed at a glance that it was the Tiedan family.

There is no other reason, and from far away, the wailing and howling of iron eggs can be heard from the most dilapidated house.

"Ouch... my mother, take it easy, it hurts..."

"You bastard, you know it hurts now? Why did you go earlier? You, a little brat with no hair, dare to rush into the crowd and fight with people, or a group of people beat you. I think you are living. I'm getting impatient, and want my old lady to give you the white-haired man and the black-haired man. If I knew this earlier, when your dead ghost father left, I should have put you in the coffin board together, and saved my mother a coffin. money."

"Who made them rude..."

"How dare you say it!"

"Ah! Tap tap..."

Standing embarrassedly in front of the dilapidated courtyard door, Shen Yijia, who is neither knocking nor not knocking: "..."

If Tie Dan was really beaten to death like this, she could actually pay for the coffin.

Song Jingchen looked back at Shen Yijia and thought she was guilty, so he gently shook her hand and quickly let go, comforting: "It's okay, I'm still here."

Shen Yijia blinked, although she didn't quite understand where this sentence came from, her heart felt inexplicably warm.

Just as he raised his hand to knock on the door, the courtyard door was opened.

The person who opened the door was a slightly fat middle-aged woman with a basin of clothes in her hand, and saw them. The woman paused and asked, "Who are you?"

As soon as I heard this voice, it was not the one who said that he was going to stuff the iron egg into the coffin just now. Shen Yijia touched her nose and didn't know how to answer for a while.

Song Jingchen said, "We belong to the Song family at the end of the village, and my wife and I came to the door to thank you."

Widow Wang actually guessed a little when she saw the wheelchair, and now it was confirmed that she immediately put on a smiling face: "Damn, there is nothing to be thankful for, I heard from my stinky boy, thanks to Miss Song for taking care of me these two days."

Thinking of the half of the chicken soup left in the pot and the hot fifty taels of silver in the box, Widow Wang warmly welcomed the two of them into the house. Where is the appearance of just teaching iron eggs.

Saw a cutie and asked why he didn't teach the villagers a lesson.

I want to explain, because Jiajia grew up in a psychiatric hospital, she always fights back when someone moves her, and she doesn't care about some quarrels because they don't touch her interests. She was not good at quarreling, and she felt that it was not enough to do it.

Of course, they will be cleaned up in the future.

Maybe today or tomorrow.

So the little cutie has to trust us, Jiajia.

The bottle won't make her feel wronged.

Then the little cuties can also post any questions/suggestions in the book friends circle or chapter reviews, and the bottles will look good.

Finally, I beg all the little cuties to move your little fingers to vote for the recommendation.

Next chapter at 12 noon