What's going on in the mountains?
Songhua makes wine and village water makes tea.
People must learn to enjoy themselves. Living is inherently a very hard thing. If you don't take care of yourself, wouldn't it mean that people are not as good as dogs?
Wang Bu did not go home in a hurry. It was a rare day for him to take a day off. He first went shopping in the downtown area, but soon he found that he had no talent for shopping. He just bought some unsatisfactory things for Leng Bingbing and the little girls. The valuable jewelry had nowhere to go until Wang died, so he had no choice but to return home.
It was still the same at home, everyone was busy with their own affairs, and the jelly beans and other snacks were still being prepared in an orderly manner. Zhu Wuyu also gave up the opportunity to take a lunch break and was still working overtime to draw the poster arranged by Wang Busheng. He was meticulous and strict with himself. It was rare for him to be useful, and Xiao Zhu Zhu didn't want to let Wang Bu die down. People, no one is born with waste, even the stones in the toilet can be a stepping stone. With Bole, everyone is a thousand-mile horse and has his own unique value.
Life was like this again, Wang Busheng was lying on the recliner in the small courtyard. A shake, a pot of black tea, a few snacks and seasonal fruits are standard.
If there are a few more maids waiting around, this is the standard treatment for feudal landlords and officials. There will still be maids and maids, such as Xiao Lu and Xiao Hong. As maids, their task is not only to serve the heroine. Including warming the male protagonist's bed should also be among their services. It's just a pity that Wang Busheng doesn't have that kind of treatment. Even if he just orders a few words, it still depends on the person's face. Little Red and Little Green are better, Jinghao. That's even more outrageous. As the family doctor of the Wang family, Wang Busui eats with Wang Busui's food and sleeps with the dishes and chopsticks used in the house. But sometimes when Wang Busui has a minor problem such as a headache or brain fever, you Even if you ask Wang Busui to make an appointment three days in advance, you still don’t give a discount. Isn’t this a bit too much? Wang Busui has always believed that the little girl he met in his previous life was difficult to take care of. Until now, he has not made any distinction for women. Wang Busui now has a clear understanding that women of his age group are difficult to serve. Wang Busui said that it is difficult to win over their hearts.
A few small pieces of jewelry were delivered to Leng Bingbing. His third daughter-in-law was better off and said a few words of thanks. Xiaolu didn't say anything, just nodded and glanced at himself. Wang Busheng always felt that this last Xiaolu, who joined his big family, was very interesting to me. He looked at me differently every time, and felt like he wanted to eat me.
After Leng Bingbing's careful care, Xiaohong's body has already recovered, and she can be regarded as a little blonde beauty. However, this little beauty has a bad temper. Except for Leng Bingbing and her brother Wang, everyone else Without any good looks, he brought a few small things to others, but he didn't say thank you. He even said something that made Wang Bushit dumbfounded, "Why aren't there any beads on it?"
Nonsense, beads also cost money, and the price is not low. Girl Jinghao is also adding to the chaos, shouting that these things are made of wood, and you can buy a lot of them for one penny.
Wang Bushu was very aggrieved. This was obviously ironclad.
A responsible man will always feel guilty for his wife and children at home when he is outside. Wang Busheng is such a person. In just a few days, he suddenly gained two confidantes. This is how he is. He was very popular, and Wang Busheng was also very troubled. I just feel a little ashamed of the third daughter-in-law in my family. Therefore, although I was short of money, I also bought some small things for Leng Bingbing, including a few white-eyed wolves around Leng Bingbing.
It's just that the effect is, well, not very noticeable.
A figure walked up behind Wang BuSi, put his hands gently on Wang BuSi's shoulders, and kneaded them gently with moderate strength. Wang Bushit didn't open his eyes. Don't think about it, he must be cold.
Leng Bingbing doesn't talk much and always uses practical actions to express his feelings for Wang Busheng. Maybe I was unwilling to follow Wang Budie at that time, but slowly my feelings matured in my heart. Maybe I just sowed the seeds of who didn't know what they would grow into, but in just a few months, Wang Budie unintentionally Care, watering and fertilizing allowed this seed to sprout and grow, and finally grew into a beautiful fruit. Now Leng Bingbing found that she could no longer live without her husband-in-law. When she saw him hugging other women that day, she felt a knife-piercing heartache. , women are the most emotional. If you fall in love, it is no accident that it will be the love of a lifetime.
"It's still comfortable for Sister Leng to press her shoulders. When Liu Mei and the others press her shoulders, it always feels like they are preparing to kill the chicken," Wang Bushi joked with a smile. ,
Leng Bingbing smiled slightly, "The man may be a little stronger."
We were speechless again. It was like the two of us had a tacit understanding. One didn't ask, the other didn't answer. You pressed my shoulders and I enjoyed your massage.
After a long time, when the afterglow of the setting sun shone into the yard, Wang Busheng also opened his eyes. Leng Bingbing was still doing his work with all his heart, without any complaints or expressions of dissatisfaction.
Leng Bingbing is a traditional woman, and she also has the traditional thoughts of feudal society in her heart. When she marries a chicken, she will marry a dog, and she will always choose to give selflessly to her men, and work hard without complaining, including grievances.
He had never stayed with Leng Bingbing for so long. Except for the first time they met, Wang Busheng also felt something strange about Leng Bingbing. Although men do not have a sixth sense, they are not careless either.
Pulling Leng Bingbing to sit next to him, Wang Bushi asked, "Sister Leng, if you have anything to say, just say it. I respect your choice."
There are some things that Wang Bushi doesn't want to face, especially emotional matters. Wang Bushi just wants to love simply, well, fall in love without so many difficulties, and then the relationship will be in place, get married, go to bed, have children, and live a life according to the rules. Follow the rules step by step, and don't like the involvement of a third party, such as a woman's parents asking for sky-high betrothal gifts and so on. Love itself is a simple thing, but it is too complicated for Wang Budie to bear.
Therefore, Wang Busheng has been avoiding this problem these days, but there are some things that cannot be avoided, and things that should be faced cannot be avoided.
Picking up the kettle, just as he was about to pour himself a cup of black tea, Leng Bingbing said, "Mr., the water is already cold and it makes you uncomfortable to drink. I'll get you a different pot."
Standing up, walking to the kitchen, looking at the cold back, such a woman would have no worries about marrying in any era, and her conditions are excellent in all aspects, both in terms of appearance and ability to be independent. Ordered. It’s just that, well, Wang is greedy.
He came back soon and poured a cup of tea for Wang BuSie. Wang BuSie took a sip and looked at Leng Bingbing in disbelief. If he remembered correctly, this was the first time Leng Bingbing made tea for him, but the taste was the same as his own. The brewed tea tastes the same.
Leng Bingbing seemed to see Wang Busheng's doubts, so he explained, "I met my husband a few times, so I remembered it."
Making tea is the same as cooking. It cannot be mastered by seeing it a few times. It also requires hard practice. Although it does not require dripping water to penetrate stone, it still requires hard work.
Looking at Leng Bingbing gratefully, Wang Bushi said, "Sister Leng, you have your heart."
Leng Bingbing sat down and said, "As long as my husband is satisfied, this is what a wife should do."
After drinking a cup of tea, Wang Bushi asked, "Sister Leng, just tell me if you have anything to say."
I feel uneasy, always afraid of losing something.
After pondering for a long time, Leng Bingbing finally said, "Will you not want me?"
Phew, okay, Wang Busheng was in a more embarrassed state this time, and tea came out of his nose. Looking at Leng Bingbing in disbelief, "Sister Leng, why do you have such thoughts?"
"I saw you and that sister that day. You two have a good relationship."
If you touch and kiss each other, then the relationship is naturally good and there is nothing to say.
"Ah, you've seen it all." Wang Busui was still very embarrassed when his original wife caught him. Of course, blushing was impossible. If he wanted to keep the red flag at home and colorful flags fluttering outside, being thick-skinned was the first ingredient. .
"Will you abandon me for her?" A little tear slipped from the corner of his cold eyes.
His childhood experiences made Leng Bingbing afraid of being abandoned, afraid of loneliness, afraid of keeping warm alone late at night, afraid of cold meals, and afraid of a hopeless tomorrow.
It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality. If you get used to loneliness, you will not be afraid of the dark night. But if you have the feeling of laughing and being cared about, you will still like living alone.
It can be said that these few months have been the happiest days that Leng Bingbing has ever lived. Although Wang Busheng is usually carefree, he also cares a lot about himself. He doesn't have to do anything. He only needs to be his little woman, protected by their wings. She wants to live a happy life, Leng Bingbing is afraid that Wang will not want her if he dies, and she is afraid that she will live the same life again. Women who play with knives and guns are also emotional, and they are also afraid of losing.
Wang Bushi was a little dumbfounded. It turned out that all his worries were unnecessary. He took Leng Bingbing's hand and said, "Sister Leng, how can I start talking about this? I have never had that kind of thought."
"But you already have that sister. She is prettier than me and has a better family than me." Everyone has low self-esteem and lacks confidence in front of the people they really care about. Even if you are very good. Needless to say, Zhang Jinghui looks good, and she has a car, so her family background goes without saying.
Some people always like to magnify their opponent's shortcomings, and infinitely magnify their own advantages. They use all the weight they can to show that they are better than him. Such people are actually pitiful.
"So what, she is her, you are you, she has her good points, and you have your good points," Wang Bu Shou patted the back of his cold hand as comfort.
"But,,,"
"No buts," Wang Bushit interrupted Leng Bingbing's words, and gently held Leng Bingbing in his arms, "Everyone is different, and everyone has their own shining points. She is good-looking and has a good family background, but you are also Not bad, go and ask, who dares to say that you are not a beauty? If the Ming Empire holds a beauty contest, you will definitely be ranked in the top three."
"Returning to the top three is pure nonsense."
"Sister Leng, you must have confidence. Your beauty is different from others, and I also like your beauty." People don’t have just one hobby, so how can people have just a little beauty?
Everyone is beautiful, and all beauties are different.
"But you are still just a merchant. According to Ming law, you can only marry one wife." Leng Bingbing continued, "I don't want to live without status, and I think that sister doesn't want that either."
It's not easy to be born once, and which girl is willing to be the mistress behind the scenes. If you have no status, you are not qualified to be buried in the ancestral grave when you die.
"Why not? Where there is a will, there is a way." So Wang Busheng told everything about Zhang Jinghui, including her biological sister, the big star Zhang Jingjun. and their families. Leng Bingbing is the person closest to her, and naturally the most trustworthy person. Wang Busheng did not hide anything from her.
After listening to Leng Bingbing's story, Leng Bingbing was petrified. This is a plot that no unscrupulous director would dare to play in a bloody TV series. There are two granddaughters of a British family, and there are two of them at once. Isn't this a bit too dreamy?
"Mr. sir, are you sure what you are telling the truth and not just some whims or daydreams?" Stories like this make Leng Bingbing find it hard to believe.
Although my husband-in-law is very outstanding, he can be said to be a dragon or a phoenix among people, but he is not outstanding enough to be favored by his British daughter-in-law. Zhang Jinghui saw it that night, and the big star Zhang Jingjun herself saw it on TV, so They were all beauties whom I had seen for a thousand years. To be honest, as a woman, I was attracted by them. When I saw them being intimate with my husband, I didn't even think about being jealous.
"My husband never tells lies. I am still very good. Haven't you noticed?" Wang Busheng did an action that he thought was very cool, um, scissor hands.
"In my heart, my husband is always the best." He clung to Wang Busheng coldly, because Wang Busheng's hands were no longer honest, and he gradually became dissatisfied with the feeling of touching his hands, and instead stretched his hands into his clothes. in.
"Daughter-in-law, don't worry, I will never give up on any of you. If the sky stands in the way, it will destroy the sky, and if the people stand in the way, the person will kill." This is very domineering, similar to I can let the world down, but the world can't let me down.
"Well, I believe you,"
Wang Busui's hands had successfully reached into the cold clothes, and he would soon be able to climb to the heights he had dreamed of.
Leng Bingbing hurriedly pressed Wang Busheng's hand, his face was already red, "Ms. sir, no, there is someone else."
"It's okay, they can't see it, just a moment." Wang Busui was like an evil big bad wolf, carrying out a terrifying plan.
"Master, it's not good, it's not good, something happened." Zhu Wuyu's voice came from a distance.
