Chapter 119 Song Ci: Can’t accept threesomes

Author: Index Han

Chapter 119 Song Ci: Can’t accept threesomes

After getting to know the neighbor next door, I discovered that the sister-in-law next door is a very virtuous woman. She keeps the house in order and is also a good cook.

Of course, apart from the unbelievable noise of the creaking every day, there are not many couples who work so hard to contribute to population growth.

Occasionally when throwing away garbage, it is still very embarrassing for everyone to meet. After all, whoever is carrying a bag of tissues or a bag of garbage is embarrassed.

The sister-in-law next door didn't find a job, so she set up a small stall selling cold noodles at the door. The weather has been hot recently, and the business has been good. Sometimes, she probably makes more than her husband.

Judging from the smile on his face, you can probably tell something. Song Ci has eaten it a few times, and his sister-in-law is so enthusiastic that she always gives him a bowl of cold noodles every time he sees her.

She is like the Tang poetry in the past, working very hard for life.

Of course, Tang Shi is also working very hard now. In the end, the two of them did not buy a car worth more than 800,000 yuan, but bought a car worth more than 300,000 yuan.

This was the result of Song Ci's insistence. Che was still a Tang poet, so she gave him half of the money and the remaining half. Tang Shi's intention was to give him part of it every month.

She was so stubborn that it was no use even if Song Ci was angry. She coaxed her, but she would not compromise, even if she fainted from the kiss.

Faced with a woman who wouldn't compromise even after being kissed, Song Ci had no choice but to compromise first. It was not a problem to remain frozen.

Lao Song said he was stupid. Since he understands his character, he should do things according to his character. If he doesn't really want to succeed in the long term, he shouldn't leave everything to himself.

He also told him not to show off with his money, but to use what he earned if he could, even if he bought it for eight million, he wouldn't say anything.

Overtly and covertly, the idea was to let him go home and inherit the family business. I was tired and it was my son's turn to take over.

Song Ci pretended not to understand, who wouldn’t pretend to be stupid anyway? His father, who is not yet fifty, is at the peak of his career, so why is he anxious to inherit the family business?

If possible, it would not be too late to consider these things after getting married. Anyway, he is willing to be an old prince.

Bang bang bang!

Han Nao, who was carrying a pot of dumplings, knocked on the door of Song Ci's house. Soon, Song Ci, wearing cartoon pajamas, with swollen lips and disheveled hair, opened the door.

[I’ll give you some dumplings made at home, stuffed with wine and vegetables.] Han Nao smiled and handed him the note.

Tang Shi helped find the job, and Tang Shi took his wife to set up the stall. Han Nao has always been grateful to them for helping solve the livelihood problem.

After getting familiar with it, I usually share some delicious food at home with Song Ci and Tang poems.

"Thank you, Brother Han. It's so early in the morning. I'll get you some snacks later. My partner bought it yesterday and we can't finish it." Song Ci took out a big bowl and filled some snacks for him.

After several shirks, Song Ci sent him out. Watching him leave, Song Ci felt good about it. Although Brother Han always wrote typos, he was sincere.

Even when they were quarreling, it was difficult to break up the fight. When they were in a hurry, they could make afterimages with their hands, which was very magical.

After looking at the time, Song Ci touched his lips, grimacing in pain. His wife had to teach her, and she had to be punished for disobedience.

Although it was a bit laborious, the effect was obvious. After being dizzy several times, Tang Shi became more obedient. Whenever she refused to listen, Song Ci would let her know what it meant to be dizzy.

"Baby, it's time to get up. I cooked the dumplings, and Brother Han brought the dumplings over." Song Ci patted Tang Shi, who was sleeping soundly.

We chatted late yesterday, and Tang Shi hadn't had enough sleep yet. It was rare that Song Ci got up first, and she was still resting.

Looking at her boyfriend with some resentment, Tang Shi looked at the red mark on her neck in the mirror, looking for something with a higher collar.

He insisted on stamping it, like a vampire, with several red marks on his neck and a swollen mouth, ugh~!

"Let me cook. Let's boil some hot water first. I'll do it later." Tang Shi looked at her and said, "Go out first!"

Song Ci covered his eyes: "I will never watch. I won't worry about you changing clothes alone."

Tang poetry: "..."

You can’t even see such a big finger gap? You’ve even seen it with your eyes, but you haven’t seen it yet?

After pushing Song Ci out of the room, Tang Shi tidied up his clothes and shook his head when he lowered his head, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Song Ci felt like a vacuum cleaner, and it was hard to describe. In addition to being dizzy from not sleeping well, she also had a slight headache, and both of her heads hurt.

Mu De, he also said that he was so dizzy that he almost chewed it up.

"Go away, I can't even make breakfast." Tang Shi took his hand away and glared at him.

What she found cumbersome was Song Ci's love that he couldn't let go of. Whenever he had time and opportunity, he would do it secretly.

This year, Tang Shi obviously didn't do anything bad, but he was caught many, many times.

What Liu Piaopiao said is right. Everything happens countless times from the beginning. Never underestimate your boyfriend's enthusiasm for you.

Falling in love is the same as surviving in the wilderness. It’s not just about using your hands, but also using your words, not to mention being a rich man. It’s very clear now in Tang poetry.

"This is to help you clear your meridians, massage your acupuncture points, and help your health." Song Ci spoke plausibly but shamelessly.

"You just touch it, and you use such a bad excuse." Tang Shi poured the dumplings into the pot: "You can't put down your face when doing something, and then pick it up again after you've done it."

They were afraid of accidentally stepping on Song Ci's face, after all, he often threw her to the ground.

Song Ci touched his nose and felt a little embarrassed. He had indeed used every method to get to the top of the mountain.

Recently, Song Ci has become obsessed with studying facial cleansers and brain pads. I have to say, they are indeed very interesting.

It’s hard to express the feeling of living in the mountains. The mountains are high and the roads are slippery. Exploration is a challenging task. I have only completed the exploration so far.

Recently, Song Ci has been looking at well-drilling tools and is planning to start a new business in the coming time.

There are two kinds of life: relying on mountains to eat mountains, and relying on water to dig wells. Song Ci only lived one of them, and he still had not completed it.

If you have an oral cavity at home, raise some tadpoles or something in it, you can wash your hair and face, then your life will be complete.

"Be careful when driving. It's okay to drive slowly. Don't rush." ​​Song Ci took the dumplings she handed and ate one with chopsticks: "This dumpling is so delicious."

He likes leeks. Well, Lao Song was the one who cut them. It’s a family tradition.

"My sister-in-law's cooking must be delicious." Tang Shi nodded: "She is one of the best people I know how to make dumplings. In fact, she can open a dumpling shop."

I didn’t expect to sell cold noodles. Who knew it was also very good down there.

The taste of my sister-in-law's dumplings was indeed undeniable. Song Ci felt very good about how Tang poetry changed her thinking. Subtly, it finally changed her a lot.

Tang poetry today is in a completely different state than a few months ago. How hard it was back then, the contrast is so obvious now.

"To use what you said, you are blowing porridge on others before your glutinous rice balls are cooled down." This is what Tang Shi himself said, which means to meddle in other people's business.

"The food we eat is still other people's dumplings." Tang Shi said.

Song Ci: "."

After eating, Tang Shi took the car key, opened the car door carefully, and then closed it carefully. When Song Ci closed the car door with a bang, Tang Shi glared at him.

The novelty period has not passed yet. The first car in her life has a different meaning to her. To Song Ci, it is just a means of transportation, nothing special.

"Ignition, start, adjust the rearview mirror, and turn the steering wheel when leaving the garage." Tang Shi muttered to herself and drove the car out of the basement parking space: "Parking is really expensive, I have to find a free one.

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Song Ci complained about the mechanical driving action several times, but to no avail.

She not only drove slowly, but also kept the coach's words in mind. When Song Ci said it, she asked, do you understand or does the coach understand? Then let her go.

However, I didn’t dare to go on the road from the very beginning, and now I still complain about other cars, so I can’t get into many places anymore.

This kind of hard-core pickup truck, which costs more than 300,000 yuan, has a high rate of turning heads when driving on the road. If the driver is a beautiful woman, the rate will be even higher.

"In this case, there is no car in front, so you can drive faster." Song Ci said.

Tang Shi shook his head: "Oil is expensive."

Song Ci: "."

Is it more expensive at 92? It’s more expensive if you add 98!

Seeing her controlling her speed within fifty yards per hour, keeping everything steady, and looking at the rearview mirror from time to time, Song Ci simply put down the armchair and drove as she pleased.

"I will ride to work by myself from now on," Song Ci said.

Even a bus can't run at this speed. It's simply unprecedented.

Shaking his head, Tang Shi disagreed: "I don't feel tired."

Song Ci: Hey~!

You don't feel tired, but I feel tired.

"Then I'll drive faster." Tang Shi improved a few yards and could run fifty kilometers an hour, improving to fifty-five kilometers.

Looking at the dashboard, Song Ci regretted buying the car.

When she should be fast, she is not fast, and when she should be slow, she is extremely slow. If it were a man, this would be extremely unqualified.

She was afraid of hitting cars, electric cars, and passing children. When people approached her, she would mutter to them to go away quickly.

Silly and foolish.

"Are you scared if you go so fast?" Tang Shi asked him as he looked at the speed of 60 per hour.

Song Ci didn't even answer.

That is to say, she is a novice and needs time to learn to drive. After all, in the beginning, no one can drive well, but later on, everyone will be an experienced driver.

"I still think it's better to go fast if you need to go fast, and go slow if you need to go slow." Song Ci replied.

Tang Shi didn't listen, her attention was focused on the car in front of her. It was a car with a logo that she couldn't touch.

"What do you think of people who drive cars worth tens of millions? Do they already have too much money to spend?" Tang Shi asked him.

Song Ci nodded.

Being able to spend money to buy this kind of car is both a matter of reputation and condition. When you reach this position, you should be worthy of such a car.

"Maybe it's because dozens of buildings have been demolished at home." Song Ci replied, "Try to give it a try, baby."
To be continued...