Shin's painter

In the backyard of Dajiao Xiaoshe, the two are planting trees.The young man pursed his lips in displeasure, and obediently supported the trunk, and the two of them worked together to plant a flower tree in the yard.

The Sun family was the most calm about the scandal of painter Shen's second marriage, followed by Xu Youmo. Only Fan Junwang wrote a book excitedly to find out the truth.There was little hope, but he hoped that she would marry well and not be led astray by the girl from the Sun family.

A few days later, he received the letter.

A few short words in the letter: rumors, not credible.

He rubbed it off angrily, and saw his younger sister passing by with Yin Liyuan's latest clothes.He angrily scolded: "Take off/off, you are not allowed to go to Yinli Garden in the future. How decent is it for a majestic princess to be infatuated with a woman?"

The princess has always been bold and uncontrollable, she put her hands on her hips, and retorted: "Master Xin is obviously a man, why do you say he is a woman? Is it because he is too handsome? Then why don't you call Wang Xianyou a mother?" us."

"Bullshit."

"I'm messing around, so what? Anyway, Mr. Xin must be the son-in-law of the Prince Fan's Mansion. Hmph!" After finishing speaking, ignoring her elder brother's livid face, she jumped and flew back to the inner courtyard.

Prince Fan let out a sigh of relief and shook his head lightly.

For someone, he couldn't tell the truth.

Why are these women one by one... Alas!

King Fan was speechless.

On the way, the rumors about the capital city were flying all over the sky, and Painter Shen lay down in the carriage.

Wine is good wine.

It's just that the hangover is the most difficult to get rid of. The sandalwood is not around, and the hangover soup is not served, and her stomach feels a little uncomfortable.Every time after a hangover, she would have a splitting headache, and she would secretly swear that she would never drink again, but in the end she was still drunk again and again...

Humans always fail to remember the lessons of history.

Getting up early in the morning and rushing on the road, her eyes were dazzled, and she adjusted her position, and after a while, she heard the sound of even breathing.

Sun Ling, who was dozing off at the side, suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the sleeping woman not far away.

The sharp voice in my mind sounded again: Painter Shen is probably in love with you and cannot extricate himself.

She asked inexplicably: I don't know how you learned about it?

The man laughed and said: She can't keep her eyes from you.Haha... Marriage is good!

For a banquet in Dexing, painters from Xinghua Town gathered.

During the dinner, Dexing saw Sun Ling buried his head in the meal, and didn't say much.Afraid of neglecting Painter Shen's husband-in-law, he went up to say hello.Dexing said what he said just now, in the eyes of others, is Shen painter in love with himself?Can't she take her eyes off her?

Sun Ling couldn't believe it.

Be rejected many times, sad countless.

She couldn't believe it.

In the narrow carriage, the painter had already fallen asleep, and his black silk was scattered on the mat.

Sun Ling picked up a wisp and sniffed it, it was the fragrance of Ling Lingxiang.She couldn't help asking: "You, you...do you love me as much as I love you?"

Hair naturally wouldn't answer her.

Neither will the sleeping painter.

There was only Can Yang lightly stirring in the air, and her faint sigh.

Painter Shen woke up and saw a bowl of kudzu root soup on the table, firmly embedded in the table to prevent spills.She glanced at Sun Ling who was pretending to be reading, and asked, "Did you fry it?"

Sun Ling replied, "I bought it from outside. Hurry up and drink it while it's still hot!"

Painter Shen raised the corners of his mouth lightly, without saying a word, and directly drank with his back.Stomach tumbling, finally stopped làng patting làng.

As soon as the bowl was set aside, she said, "Thank you!"

As a matter of course, Master Shen thanked her.

Sun Ling was slightly startled.

He secretly raised his eyes to look at her, and found that she was also looking at him, his eyes suddenly met, the two were speechless for a while, and blushed for no reason.Painter Shen quickly turned his eyes away, raised the curtain of the car, and looked at the scenery outside the window, while Sun Ling's heart was beating wildly.

Perhaps, what Dexing said was true: she would indeed secretly look at herself.

The author has something to say: haha... summer is too hot.I still want to write that hilarious revenge story.Chanming in August, disturbing my sleep day and night!

Chapter 59

Nothing happened all the way, another day.

This day's itinerary, all the way in the wild. Spring is over, and early summer arrives, the green is a little more emerald, mountain flowers appear occasionally, fruitful, and there are several fields and villages by chance.

Near noon, there was no smoke all the way.

Ali is not in a hurry, there is a tea shed in front for the passengers to eat and rest.

The afternoon sun is strong, and the tea shed was opened by the father and son. It is located on the side of the road. A century-old sycamore tree looks like an umbrella, pointing the way for passers-by from a distance.

Ali is used to being outside, with a plate of meat and a jug of wine, enjoying a short leisurely time.

Painter Shen's appetite has slowed down a bit recently, but it is still three times that of others.Seeing that the store kept serving delicious dishes, Sun Ling felt a little relieved.In the wild, food is the most unpredictable, and you can eat whatever you have.Along the way, apart from worrying about the safety of the three of them, Sun Ling was also worried about food.

Ali can always find delicious and unobtrusive small restaurants.

After a few days of travel, the painter Shen was not hungry, and the three of them seemed to be on a gourmet journey.

After serving the chicken to the table, the shop owner bowed and smiled, "Hehe... I don't know what the customers think of our dishes? Welcome to give me your advice."

At noon, the inside and outside of the tea shed were crowded with passing passengers.

Most of them want a plate of meat, a jar of wine, two dishes and steamed buns.A plate of steamed buns and a pot of tea are the majority. Like this young couple who ordered a table full of dishes, at first they thought they were distinguished guests who did not understand the sufferings of the world.The shopkeeper's son is a chef, and he criticizes while cooking, and doesn't like others to waste food.

While the store is busy, I occasionally look around and find that the young lady is especially good at eating. A table of dishes has bottomed out in two or three times.