Since Leng Bingbing is so reasonable and considerate, looks so good-looking, has an invincible figure, and has a strong force, and his safety is completely guaranteed, why not just agree to it? It would be very good to have three wives in the future. In the future, it is also a good choice to fight as a landlord to satisfy your hatred of the rich. Washing, cooking, and warming the bed, a reasonable division of labor, fairness and justice, and a harmonious family. Such a life is worth yearning for. Moreover, looking at Leng Bingbing's figure and round butt, it seems that he is a person who is easy to have children. According to the tradition of the older generation staying to raise children to prepare for old age, there is hope for the rest of his life.
"Okay, I agree."
Hearing Wang Bushit's agreement, Leng Bingbing felt a sense of relief. It's not that there are more men than women in the Ming Empire now, and no woman, no matter how ugly or bad, has to worry about marrying, why does she feel that she is one of the few women who can't get married? I feel like I am a pit of fire. If I jump in, there will be almost no bones left. Is there any scientific basis for raising a daughter to lose money?
"Don't be too happy first."
"Why don't I feel anything when I'm already smiling?" Leng Bingbing was full of doubts.
Of course, Leng Bingbing was overthinking it. She was the one who jumped into the fire pit, and Wang Busheng was the one who was smiling. He married such a beautiful wife when he was less than 20 years old. In his previous life, he was over 30 years old and still hadn't found a wife. Not to mention, the Wang family's ancestral tomb should be buried in a good location to hide the wind and gather energy.
"I still have a few conditions."
"You said", Leng Bingbing felt very unhappy. It turned out that she was worried about getting married.
"First, listen to me."
He nodded coldly, "This is natural. When you marry, you obey your husband. This is the ethical code, a rule handed down from our ancestors."
Wang Bushit was very satisfied, huh, strict wife control is impossible. "Second, don't hit me."
"How is this possible? A wife who beats her husband will be punished by God. I won't do it."
"Third, oops, okay, let's think about it later." Wang Bushu couldn't think of the third. He has already sacrificed so much, and it would be too bullying to make excessive demands. These two points are enough. , A wife who obeys her husband is a good wife, but she is considered a forced marriage or a forced marriage.
"By the way, you already know my name, but I don't know yours yet." The name is confirmed. Although it is verbal, the credibility of the ancients is still very high, so naturally they will not violate it. Wang Bushit simply let go, sat next to Leng Bingbing, and put a hand on her shoulder.
Leng Bingbing's body is shaking. As she grows up, Leng Bingbing has less chance to interact with men. Because she has been good-looking since she was a child, Leng's mother has taught her that there are too many bad men, so she should stay away. Moreover, Leng Bingbing has also met several bad men. For example, his godfather, so Leng Bingbing also deliberately avoided contact with men. Today's battle with Wang Busheng was also the first time that he had such a close distance with a man, and now it was also a real contact. Leng Bingbing was still a little resistant, but When she thought that she was already the wife of the Wang family, Leng Bingbing thought about it and snuggled into Wang Busheng's arms. A woman's decision lasts a lifetime.
Time stands still at this moment. The hot sun is still shining, the warm wind is still blowing, and the birds are still chirping and the cicadas are still noisy. Only the bottom of the pit was quiet, and even the other party's breathing could be heard.
After a while, a very discordant sound came from the bottom of the pit.
Wang Bu was a little embarrassed, "I'm a little hungry."
It was a change of identity, but also a change of attitude. Leng Bingbing smiled slightly and said, "I'm quite hungry too."
Both young women and old women have a childlike side. They cry when they are in pain, laugh when they are happy, and want a shoulder to lean on.
Warm fragrant nephrite, I feel very good now, but Wang Busheng has to face a problem, that is, how to leave the bottom of the pit. Watching the sunrise with your lover at the bottom of the pit is also a very romantic thing, but romance cannot be taken for granted. Food to eat. In order not to starve to death and the romance to continue, as a man, Wang Busheng had to stand up and be a responsible man.
Wang Busheng stood up and began to observe at the bottom of the pit. It must be said that the people of the Ming Empire were still very kind and simple. They worked seriously and did not cut corners or do anything perfunctory. Even the big pit for attacking the beast was dug five or six meters deep. Maybe The people of the Ming Empire are planning to capture giraffes, but the King of Qinggong will not die. This is a time-travel drama, not a martial arts fantasy. Even the Wudang Zongyun Ladder must follow the laws of nature. Being able to jump two meters high is already pretty good.
Wang Bushi looked back at Leng Bingbing, and then asked, "Sister Killer,,,"
"You can call me by my name, my name is Leng Bingbing." Leng Bingbing hurriedly explained that she was already a member of the Wang family, and she did not plan to continue working as a killer. After all, a woman was not good at killing.
Leng Bingbing, this name is very appropriate.
"Oh, then I'll call you Sister Bingbing."
Leng Bingbing nodded.
"Sister Bingbing, do you know Qinggong?" As for the profession of killer, Wang Busui only stopped at the introduction of the content of "My Wife is a Killer". He is as beautiful as a flower and has strong martial arts skills. The killer is very skilled in killing people, and he should also have the skills to escape. of.
"Uh, sir, you haven't taught me, I don't know how." Killers are offensive, bodyguards like to be defensive, so Leng Bingbing learned many killing skills in the headhunting school, how to hide, how to track prey, how to kill with one hit, and how to escape. , Escape is impossible, failure is inevitable, there is no word failure in the dictionary of killers, of course it can also be said that Leng Bingbing did not kill Wang Busheng to complete the task, so he is unemployed in the killer industry, and there is competition for any position. , how can a killer who has failed in his mission be worthy of customers' trust? This is very similar to the professional nature of a doctor who saves people.
It seemed that there was no hope of flying out. He didn't have the skills to fly over walls and fly over walls. The two of them didn't have wings, so Wang Budie could only think of other ways.
The pit has flat walls and straight walls. Mosquitoes fall on it and ants split on it. The person who dug the pit may have worked in the army. The standard of digging this pit is really high. Wang Bushi couldn't help but give him a thumbs up. Picking up a branch on the ground, Wang Busui tried to dig a few holes on the wall of the pit, and then climbed up against the wall like a gecko. As a result, the soil on the wall of the pit loosened when he stepped on it with his first foot. He fell to the ground on his back.
Leng Bingbing wanted to step forward and help Wang Busheng up, but his arm was injured. "Ms. sir, this soil is soft and not suitable for climbing. Don't let us be buried alive before you can climb out."
Wang Bu Shou stood up, fixed his hair, and said with a smile: "That's not a bad idea. The husband and wife can be buried together, which also saves funeral expenses."
"You just like to talk nonsense." Wang Bushi gave Wang Bushi a cold look. He still said that killers are very superstitious, and living people should not mention death.
"Haha, I'm kidding, but it's hard to go out. There's nothing to eat or drink. We'll die of thirst within three days, and we'll probably be fucked in the sun in half a month." Wang Bushi smiled bitterly.
"There is always a way, and there will be a way." Leng Bingbing walked to Wang Busui's side, held Wang Busui's hand, and comforted him.
Women always give people confidence, warmth, and the belief to live, making many impossible things possible. There is a basis for men and women to work together without getting tired.
"Help, help, is there anyone outside? We have fallen into a pit." Calling for help is the only way Wang Busheng can think of now. Although it is a bit embarrassing, if he is to be fucked by a human being, Wang Busheng would rather be shameless. The face won’t kill anyone.
Seeing Wang Busui's cry for help, Leng Bingbing took two steps back in disgust, as if he was unfamiliar with me. The cry was really unpleasant, and Leng Bingbing couldn't help but pour a basin of cold water on it. The throat is useless too,"
"Hmm, why do these words sound so familiar?" Wang Busi looked at Leng Bingbing with a puzzled look.
Leng Bingbing then explained, "Before I met you, I had to take a look. There are no homes within five miles, and this is a remote trail, and no one will pass by."
"Then we're not doomed," Wang Bushu said a little frustrated, "Oh my God, please help me, I'm not yet a minor and I don't want to be a human being."
"You're not yet underage," Leng Bingbing said in surprise.
"Uh, Xiaosheng is eighteen this year." Wang Bushi blushed. It shouldn't matter to the tabloids that one is one year old. When I was young, I always thought that I would be eighteen years old, but when I got older, I thought that I would always be eighteen. Men, like women, also care about age.
"It doesn't look like that." Leng Bingbing looked at Wang Busheng's face carefully.
"Haha, a lot of people say that. They think I'm only fifteen or sixteen years old," Wang Bushit replied proudly. After all, everyone will like being young.
"Um, I thought you were twenty-four or five years old," he answered coldly and honestly, maybe he was a little anxious about growing up.
Wang Busheng's face turned bad. Isn't this a slap in the face? Even if he looks old, as a wife, you can't speak more gently. You can also use another word, such as mature.
"You have bad eyesight and you saw it wrong."
Looking at Wang Busheng's face, his eyebrows are like swords, his eyes are bright, black balls dominate his appearance, his nose is high and his lips are thin. At first glance, he looks like he has sharp teeth and a sharp tongue. Well, no, he is a person with a sharp tongue. Generally speaking, Wang Busheng is not that bad-looking. Women are like that. The change of identity from girlfriend to wife will increase the recognition of her man.
Leng Bingbing was secretly sad, "I'm much older than you."
Because of Leng Bingbing's interruption just now, his disappointed mood improved a lot. Wang Bushit returned to his previous bohemian and cynical image, grinning, "It's okay, the female junior is holding the gold brick."
Leng Bingbing stretched out two fingers.
"Two years older".
"No, it's twice three." This is six years older. I am not an old cow eating young grass. Leng Bingbing felt a little shy.
"Well," being six years older is quite big, but beauty and personality can make up for the age gap, and love does not distinguish between international races, ages. "That's okay, as a sixth-year female, she eats beef every time at home. This is true." The precession of blessings, from now on our family’s ability to get rid of poverty and become prosperous depends on you.”
Leng Bingbing was amused by Wang Bushu and said, "You are just talking nonsense. Eating beef is illegal."
"Well, a killer actually popularized the law for himself. Wang Busui was surprised." Speaking of beef, Wang Bushit's hunger increased even more.
There was no way to leave for a while, so the two simply sat on the ground again, "Sister Leng, can I ask you a few questions?"
"There are no secrets between husband and wife. They need to be honest with each other. If you have any questions, just ask them." He looked coldly and answered every question. He was a good wife and loving mother. Wang Busheng had found a treasure.
"Okay, I'll ask." Wang Busheng straightened his clothes. This was an in-depth understanding of his wife, so he had to be more formal. "Sister Leng, is there any pressure to be a killer? Do you feel like you're too high up to be cold?"
"No, I just graduated from school half a year ago, and I haven't been a killer for a long time." He replied coldly. Killers only kill individuals. What's the difference between killing people and killing pigs?
"Well, she just graduated at the age of twenty-three. My wife doesn't seem to be doing well in studies. Could it be that she is a scumbag? Of course it doesn't matter. If I am not used to saying a few Japanese words in bed."
"I'm going to ask you, sister, how many people have you killed?" Wang Busheng hurriedly explained, "Of course, if it involves your privacy, you don't have to tell me. I'm just curious." After all, his wife's mood also needs to be considered. Women Losing his temper makes a man miserable.
"It's not a big deal, it's not a secret to begin with." Leng Bingbing smiled slightly, "I have only killed one person."
