Shin's painter

While the two were clinking glasses, Shen Xiaozhi turned his face sideways, grabbed the chicken wings with his hands, lowered his head and gnawed, and ate a pair of chicken wings and chicken legs with a glass of wine.

Satisfied, she wiped off the oil from the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief, looking elegant and dignified, but Gou Pingrun didn't know that in the blink of an eye, Painter Shen had dealt with half of the chicken.

With a "bang", the small porcelain spoon shattered to the ground, interrupting the conversation of the three people on the table.The eyes of the three looked at Shen Sanxiu at the same time.

Sandalwood went out to refill tea for a while, Shen Sanxiu wanted to take a small spoon, but she threw it on the ground with improper force.

Sun Qizi hurriedly hugged him.

Shen Xiaozhi asked urgently: "Is there any injury?" While speaking, he took his son in his arms and comforted him.

Shen Sanxiu huddled in her mother's arms and continued to play with her fingers, ignoring and not caring about everything she caused.

Seeing this, Gou Pingrun couldn't help suggesting, "It's time for Painter Shen to find someone to take care of both of you mother and child." If he could marry Painter Shen, he didn't care whether he raised a son or two sons for her.

"Mr. Shen doesn't want to talk about marriage anymore. What's more, my son's situation is special. No one is willing to treat him sincerely. It's better to raise him alone."

"No. Pingrun doesn't care about his situation, and is willing to treat him sincerely." Gou Pingrun blurted out: "I wonder if Master Shen is willing to make a century-old friendship with Pingrun?"

The one who was surprised was not Painter Shen, but Qizi Sun.

She hasn't expressed her intentions yet, yet she was taken a step ahead!

This……

God, are you trying to trick me?

In front of her face, she had to propose marriage to Master Shen.

Sun Qizi's handsome face gradually turned pale, his heart beat faster, and his palms were sweating.

Painter Shen heard someone asking him for a marriage, his expression was calm, and he replied with a smile on his small face: "Although he is separated from Yuan's family, and he is separated from each other, he naturally seeks pleasure and remarries, but Shen is afraid. I don't want to mention it again. Deputy Courtyard Gou has a kind heart, I have pity on me leading the child alone, this kindness is appreciated by someone."

After speaking, she held her son tenderly, and the child fell asleep in her arms.

The words are tactful, and the meaning of rejection is clear.

Hearing this, Sun Qizi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Gou Pingrun's face was slightly hot, annoyed that he acted too hastily.Men are different from women. When a man's wife dies, he can continue to live immediately, but women are always hurt by love, and most of them die alone.

Painter Shen has only been separated for half a year, and his fear of men may not be erased for a while.

"Haha..." He hid his embarrassment with a laugh, "It seems that Pingrun is careless. Master Shen, don't take it to heart."

"Naturally. Naturally."

During the hypocritical conversation between the two, the food was already cold, and there was only a pot of hot tea with green smoke curling up.In the misty smoke, Sandalwood glanced at the cold sweat on Seventh Sun's forehead with strange eyes.

She thought: Well, that's impossible.How can there be such a thing, it should be because I think too much!

Many years later, Tan Xiang suddenly recalled this incident and suddenly realized: women's intuition has always been both reliable and terrifying.

The author has something to say: Ah! ! ! ! !Crazy!

Chapter 4

The cold wind is howling outside the window, heavy snow is flying, and the fire in the house is booming.

Shen Xiaozhi was half lying on the couch, the black silk spread out like a curtain and draped over the quilt.Today she was nervous, and riding a horse made her feel tired physically and mentally.

Sandalwood, holding the brocade, was pushed into the door and approached the couch. "Girl, the three beds under the quilt are too overwhelming, are you sure you want to add another bed?"

Shen Xiaozhi didn't bother to open her eyes, she opened her mouth and replied, "I want... I'm cold! I'm cold!"

"Si Chuáng Jin is afraid that he will not be able to breathe."

"It's better to be crushed to death than to freeze to death! Huh, it's cold... Sandalwood, you don't want to sleep with me." Shen Xiaozhi complained, buried her face in the quilt, and curled herself up like a prawn.

As soon as the son fell asleep, he would transform into a thug, kicking people around him indiscriminately, leaving him with bruises after a sleepless night.

When she was in Yuan Mansion, she changed no less than twenty wet nurses.

The longest lasted only three months.

Hearing this, Sandalwood's cold face began to crack.

She is loyal and loyal to the girl, but the girl's sleep is really... It's really hard to say, hard to describe with words.

Although only one night, enough to teach you a lifetime unforgettable.

Sandalwood didn't even want to mention a word.

The instigator still has face, let me mention it again? !

She squinted her almond eyes, lifted the quilt in her arms, threw it forward, and covered Master Shen from head to toe with a "snap".

Four layers of thick mattresses, blue, white, and red huangjiao piled up to form a small hill, like a corpse buried in a tomb, Shen painter, without face or voice.

Sandalwood didn't bother to look at the struggling worm, turned around and saw the dressing table for the first time, a messy table, gold hairpins, gold bracelets and various accessories piled up like a hill, only the ruby ​​and pomegranate tin were stored in the wooden box, lit by candlelight. Still dazzling underneath.

This branch of tin is not owned by the girl.

Where did such a precious thing come from?

She turned around, lifted the upper quilt, and asked, "Miss, where did the pomegranate tin come from?"

Suddenly encountering the light, Shen Xiaozhi squinted her eyes and asked, "What pomegranate tin?"

"It's the one you wear to go to the Yuan Mansion today. You don't like red, and there is basically no red in your headdress. This branch is too gorgeous, and there are as many as fifty gems inlaid with it, which is enough to buy a city. You The dowry is all left in the Yuan Mansion, so how can silver be able to afford such an expensive tin. Tell me, where did it come from? Could it be that it was snatched from Master Xin of Yinli Garden again?"