Chapter 200

Like song porcelain, Song Fei is also very fond of bacon and sausage. Almost all of the dishes on the table go into their sisters' stomachs.

Han Zhan and Yan Jiang stare at each other, but they dare not say anything. When the meal is over, they have to roll up their sleeves and go to wash the dishes.

In the living room, the two sisters get together. Song Ci mumbles and doesn't know what he is talking about. Song Fei plays with his mobile phone and occasionally responds to Song Ci.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Yan Jiang took the plate in his left hand and a rag in his right hand. He quickly washed the bowls. Hearing song porcelain's chattering voice in the living room, Yan Jiang sympathizes with Han Zhan, "that in your family, you haven't seen your mouth stop for a day, don't you feel noisy?"

Han Zhan: "I like the smoke and fire in the world. It's only warm when someone speaks at home." To tell you the truth, Han Zhan liked song porcelain's enthusiasm for everything.

Song porcelain can always be attracted by some small things, in Song porcelain, Han Zhan can feel the beauty of life.

Smell speech, Yan Jiang bit filter mouth, seem to smile. Then he picked up a bowl and brushed it twice. Suddenly, Yan Jiang looked at Han Zhan and asked him, "why am I doing it? Do you stand beside me as a human figure mold?"

Han Zhan raised his gloved right hand and shook it. His face was innocent, "I am disabled."

Yan Jiang was almost laughed at. "For the first time, I saw someone say that he was disabled, and he was so right." Okay, he's handicapped. He's right.

Han Zhan didn't think there was a problem. He thought of one thing. He asked Yan Jiang, "listen to Song Ci, do you and Song Fei plan to have children?"

Yan Jiang washes dishes.

He looked back at Song Fei secretly. Seeing that the two sisters didn't pay attention to the kitchen, Yan Jiang said to Han Zhan in a low voice: "she's a man who competes for everything. She hopes our child will be born earlier than yours. But I don't think it's going to work. "

"What's the matter?"

"Song Fei has been sleeping for too many years and is very weak. I went to ask the doctor. The doctor suggested that Song Fei should take good care of her body for at least three years, and then consider giving birth to a child. Now having a baby is more harmful to her body. " When the body breaks down, he loves to be sick when he is weak, which is what Yan Jiang can't accept in any case.

"Is that so?" Han Zhan comforted Yan Jiang: "you are still young. It doesn't matter if you wait a few years."

Yan Jiang pinched out the cigarette end with his hands stained with water and threw it into the garbage can. Then he said, "that's it. I'm only 27 years old next month. What's my hurry? Unlike Mr. Han, I'm 33."

Han Zhan's cool eyes flew straight to Yan Jiang's face.

Yan Jiang saw it doesn't matter. He said, "don't threaten me. It's useless. My cooperation with your flight company has expired. You are not my father now. I don't need to support you." Yan Jiang is crazy.

Han Zhan was so angry that he wanted to hit people, but he still resisted.

When they went to bed at night, they both stood by their wife's side in tacit agreement. They were afraid that it would be like the last time. The two sisters of song porcelain chatted together in a quilt, and the two picky men squeezed a quilt and kicked each other.

Song porcelain and Song Fei did not have the greasy and crooked strength when they were reunited for a long time, so they would not sleep together at night. Seeing that it was late, they both went back to their rooms and went to sleep.

Before he went to sleep, Han Zhan told Song Ci that Song Fei was not easy to get pregnant prematurely. When Song Ci heard about this, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good, that's good. Let her win everything when she was a child. Now when she grows up, it can be regarded as Feng Shui turns around."

Han Zhan can't understand why song porcelain and Song Fei like to fight each other so much.

Winter night in the countryside is very quiet, unlike the sound of insects in summer. Song porcelain will turn off the light, Han Zhan suddenly turned around and hooped her in his arms. Han Zhan's body is hot, like a big Thermos Pot. Song porcelain is also warm in his arms.

"Brother Han, are you afraid of ghosts?"

Han Zhan did not speak.

Han Zhanshi, he is not afraid of doing this joke on the back of his hand

"Rebirth can happen. Why is there no ghost?" The rebirth of song porcelain broke Han Zhan's world outlook.

Song porcelain has nothing to say. "Well, hold me and you won't be afraid."

"Well."

A good night's sleep till dawn.

The next morning, song porcelain woke up and found that Han Zhan didn't go to morning exercise this morning. Instead, he was hiding in the quilt playing with his mobile phone. In the cold winter, Han Zhan's breath sprayed on the mobile phone screen, directly a blur.

When song porcelain woke up, Han Zhan was cleaning the screen of his mobile phone with the back of his hand.

Song porcelain asked him, "how long have you been awake?"

"More than twenty minutes."

"Why didn't you go to morning exercise?"

Han Zhan said, "it's snowing."

"Big?" Song porcelain opened the quilt and went to the window. As soon as she pushed the window open, a cool air rushed into the room. Han Zhan shivered with cold. Song porcelain stares at the snow all over the ground. She screams at the next room in surprise. "Song Fei, get up and make a snowman!"

Next door, Song Fei hears the roar and wakes up immediately.

When she woke up, she didn't wear her coat and went to the window in her pajamas. Seeing that there were layers of snow on the ground, Song Fei was also excited. Their sisters like playing with snow best.So in the morning, the sisters didn't eat any food, so they took the shovel and went to the snow. Song porcelain gloves are not wearing, directly pinched a small round snowball, put it on the ground and kept rolling.

The snowball rolled bigger and bigger, and finally rolled into the head of a snowman.

Over there, Song Fei has already made the belly of the snowman with a shovel. Song Ci puts the head of the snowman on the stomach, and a simple and charming snowman is formed. They made eyes and nose for the snowman. Song porcelain also sliced carrots and made a carrot colored mouth for the snowman.

There were four snowmen in the pile. They were song porcelain Song Fei and their parents. Song porcelain's father always loved to wear glasses. Song Fei made a pair of glasses for his father with a wooden stick.

Han Zhan makes breakfast with Yan Jiang, and stands under the eaves with hot tea. Looking at the four snowmen, Han Zhan suddenly says, "there are still two missing."

Yan Jiang nodded, "well, it's still two."

They put down their tea, went to song porcelain, took their shovels, and piled a boy on the left and right sides of the two little girls. Han Zhan's heart is deep, but also let the boy's hand with the girl's lead, the name is a pair.

Song Fei stares at the two snowmen holding hands, sneers scornfully, and drops one or two words --

"so coquettish."

With that, Song Fei took song porcelain into the room for breakfast.

Han Zhan stares at his snowman and doesn't feel that he is coquettish, but he can't refute his sister's saying that he is coquettish.

After breakfast, the four carried a basket of offerings and went up the mountain to worship song's father and mother. Their tombs are joint tombs. There is no photo on the tombstone, but their names are written -

JIANG Mengmeng and song Tingyun.

Han Zhan stares at the names of Jiang Mengmeng and song Tingyun, and his eyes flash slightly.

Yan Jiang secretly told Han Zhan: "aunt Jiang looks beautiful. In our community before, whether married or unmarried uncle and brother, saw aunt Jiang, but did not dare to speak loudly."

"At that time, aunt Jiang was the public enemy of women in the whole community, but aunt Jiang was very good at being a person and was good to everyone. Knowing that she looks good-looking, aunt Jiang is generally dressed in a simple way, and those women are able to accommodate aunt Jiang

"When I was a child, my mother always said that Aunt Jiang next door was a fox spirit and a beauty was a disaster. In fact, I knew in my heart that my mother envied and envied her."

Han Zhan has never seen Jiang Mengmeng, but from the attitude of song porcelain and Song Fei, we can see that Jiang Mengmeng is also a charming beauty.

The tomb has not been repaired for a long time. The four people work together to clean up the tomb, burn paper money and Yuanbao, and then kneel down and kowtow. Song porcelain and Song Fei both knelt down, and Yan Jiang, a dog leg, knelt down. He would like to call his mother immediately.

Han Zhan stares at Jiang Mengmeng's three words and stands there without kneeling.

After kowtowing, song porcelain turns back to find Han Zhan still standing there, staring at her parents' tombstone, not kneeling. Song porcelain song porcelain in the heart a little unhappy, thinking that I have knelt down to your grandmother, but you do not kneel down to my parents, what is the truth.

Song porcelain suppressed his displeasure and calmly asked Han Zhan, "don't you kowtow to them? They are your parents, too. " After asking, there was a faint anger in her eyes, but it did not burst out in public.

Aware of the change of song porcelain's mood, Han zhannei struggled.

Kneeling Jiang Mengmeng...

Han Zhan looked at Song porcelain, and finally he stepped forward and knelt down. Han Zhan kowtowed a few heads to song Tingyun and then stood up. See song porcelain eyes are still burning, Han Zhan suddenly said: "my knee joint pain."

Song porcelain a Leng, "how to return joint ache?"

Han Zhan lied a little lie, "in the past, when I was in the army, I had to train on the ground in the wind and rain, and I had to train on the ground in snowy days. Now when it's cold, the joints hurt. "

Song porcelain felt a little sorry for Han Zhan and felt guilty for misunderstanding Han Zhan just now. "Go back quickly. There's a warm floor at home."

On the way home, when meeting the downhill road, song porcelain had to hold Han Zhan carefully and treat Han Zhan as a fragile vase.

Yan Jiang and sung Fei walked in front of them, and saw the two greasy and crooked people behind him. He told Song Fei Tucao: "do you make complaints about Han Zhan's affectation, or is it not a man?"

"In order to improve my physical fitness, Yan Lang's feet were too strong for me to perform.

"... fly!"

He walked like a flying horse, but he fell down.

The way he fell down was so funny that Song Fei couldn't resist it and burst out laughing. "Get up."

Yan Jiang thought about it, but...

he raised his head, his cheek was pale, and he said to Song Fei, "my butt hurts so much. I can't get up. Please wait for me to slow down."

Song Fei:...

Han Zhan and Song Ci catch up. Han Zhan stands high and looks at the funny man on the ground with Yu Guang in his eyes. He praises Yan Jiang: "Mr. Yan, your landing posture is very handsome."Yan Jiang takes Han Zhan as the air and ignores him at all.

When Yan Jiang eased up, the four went home. As soon as he got home, Yan Jiang's front foot had just stepped into the house when he heard Song Fei say, "go upstairs, take off your pants and show me."

A room person:!

Yan Jiang burst into a red face. He asked Song Fei in a low voice, "ah Fei, how can you do this?" He's not used to being so wild.

Song porcelain came back to her mind and despised Yan Jiang: "you have a normal mind. Song Fei asked you to go upstairs and take off your pants, and show her where you fell."

As soon as she explained, Yan Jiang was even more embarrassed.

Yanjiang follows Song Fei back to his room. He is stripped of his pants and lies on the bed. Song Fei looks at his buttocks and turns blue. Song Fei covers Yan Jiang with quilts. She says, "you have a rest first. I'll go to the neighbor's house to ask if there is safflower oil."

"Good."

More than ten minutes later, when Song Fei returns to the room with a bottle of safflower oil in her hand, Yanjiang has already gone to sleep. As soon as Song Fei uncovers the quilt on Yan Jiang, he wakes up again. "Why am I asleep?" Yan Jiang felt that it was a heresy.

Song Fei: "maybe my father disliked you, ghost pressure bed." She is worthy of being a sister. The style of speaking is the same.

But Yan Jiang is not afraid of ghosts. The most terrible ghost he has ever seen is his grandmother. Over the years, he often dreams that his grandmother becomes a fierce ghost. Yan Jiang is not afraid of other ghosts.

"The psychiatrist told me that there was no ghost in the world, and the grandmother I saw was just a horrible picture in my memory," he said

"Ah..."

Song Fei unscrewed the safflower oil and patted it on Yan Jiang's buttocks.

To massage can give full play to the role of drugs, song FeiJin son with big, Yan Jiang pain cry. Song porcelain and Han Zhan hear Yan Jiang's scream downstairs, and their scalp is numb.

At this time, the aunt next door came to knock on the door and asked Song Ci to help her grandson with his homework.

"My son's daughter-in-law is still working in the city and will not come back until the 30th of the twelfth lunar month. My grandson lives here alone. He did his math paper today and found that he couldn't solve two problems. My grandfather and I are both rough people. Where can we do math problems? I want to ask you to help him with his homework when he thinks you are back

The aunt next door is very enthusiastic. When song porcelain came back yesterday, she took the initiative to send sausage and bacon.

Song porcelain has agreed to defecate.

"Brother Han, are you going?"

Han Zhan does not like to go to a stranger's home, nor does he like to tutor a strange child. He said, "I'll take you there."

"That's good."

Han Zhan sent song porcelain to his next door home. When he saw his grandson, he said hello to the child and came back. He gave the child a new year's red envelope in advance and went home.

He walked home under the thick snow, his feet creaked. Walking under a pine tree, Han Zhan suddenly stopped and squinted at the girl in the middle of the road ahead.

Song Fei's short hair is pressed down by her knitted hat, revealing a pair of cool and compelling beautiful eyes. She looks at Han Zhan, and her expression is extremely cold. Han Zhan was surprised to see Song Fei here.

Song Fei is really the smartest and most terrifying woman Han Zhan has ever met. She is even more frightening than those female gangsters he has met before.

After a little meditation, Han Zhan stepped forward, stood in front of Song Fei, looked down at her, and called out, "sister Fei."

Song Fei looks up at Han Zhan.

He was handsome and steady, a reliable and excellent man. The combination of song porcelain and Han Zhan is also a natural arrangement. Song Fei, at least until this morning.

But...

"Han Zhan, do you know my mother?" Although he is asking, Song Fei's tone is full of affirmation.

www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!