"Mr. Tang, can you try it for me?" Su Jinyan looked at him expectantly.
Tang Rong looked disgusted: "No."
"You look so handsome. If you use my facial clay again, your skin will definitely be better, and you will be even more handsome." Su Jinyan grabbed his sleeve and shook it gently a few times. "How about giving it a try?"
Tang Rongzhi felt like there were insects crawling on his body, which made him feel particularly uncomfortable.
He pulled back his sleeves and closed his eyes without looking at her.
"Stingy." Su Jinyan muttered, turned around and continued tinkering with her own things. "Who am I doing this for? It's not just to support you. I eat so many good things every day and I don't have any money left."
Boom! A hard object rolled over.
Su Jinyan turned around when she heard the voice, and when she saw the small lump on the table, she picked it up in surprise.
"Is this for me?"
"It's the last piece." Tang Rongzhi's voice came from the bed. "It's gone when it's all spent."
However, it’s time to leave after a few more days.
When he goes back and takes care of his own affairs, if he is not dead, he will give this silly woman some money as a reward, as a way of thanking her for taking care of him with all her heart these days.
"Actually... the one tael of silver you gave me before is enough for you to live for a month. However, I spent three hundred cents to buy these clothes. When Qingyang's colleagues came that day, they also bought a lot of food and wine. They spent three hundred cents that day. Wen, I bought some materials for the rest to make rouge and gouache. I will take them to the rouge shop tomorrow and sell the money to make some money back. I was joking just now, don't take it seriously." Su Jinyan explained.
"It doesn't matter, I'm not short of this little money. Just take it and use it! The fish I cooked yesterday was good, let's try another one today." Tang Rongzhi said calmly.
"Okay, thank you Mr. Tang. Mr. Tang, I suddenly felt that God sent you to save me. If it weren't for you, I don't know how I would have lived these days. I have thought a lot these days. You are right, Qing Yang is so young and so outstanding. If I have been a little village girl, I will never be worthy of him in this life. I want to change myself, I want to become better. I went shopping for clothes that day, and those clothes were so beautiful. , and there are a lot of jewelry, I don’t even dare to think about it. However, in the future I will have a lot of money and buy a lot of beautiful clothes and jewelry, and I want to become even more beautiful."
"Come here..." Tang Rongzhi slowly sat up and waved to her.
"Wait a minute while I wash the mud off my face."
Su Jinyan washed off the facial mud and then wiped away the water stains on her face.
She moved a stool, sat in front of Tang Rongzhi, and looked at him seriously: "Mr. Tang, what do you want to say?"
Tang Rongzhi looked at the delicate little face and was shaken for a moment.
She has been messing around these past few days, as if...
Really useful.
He had only been here a few days, and he could clearly feel the changes in her.
If the things she mixed were sold, it was really possible to make a huge profit.
"Mr. Tang...Mr. Tang, what are you thinking about?"
Tang Rongzhi came to his senses.
"If Song Qingyang is determined to divorce you, what should you do?"
Su Jinyan pursed her lips and lowered her head.
"Look up and look at me." Tang Rongzhi frowned and sounded unhappy. "You are quite bold in front of me. Do you dare to be a coward when you meet Song Qingyang?"
"What can I do?" Su Jinyan raised her head and looked at him stubbornly. "If he really doesn't want me anymore, I won't want him anymore. I have skills and can support myself."
Tang Rongzhi raised his eyebrows.
He didn't expect her answer to be like this.
He thought she would cry, make trouble, and seek life and death like those women.
"Master Tang, are you surprised?" Su Jinyan looked at him. "I entered Songjia Village when I was fleeing famine and became Qingyang's child bride. But do you know? I sold myself. My parents died on the way to flee famine. If I and other refugees continue to move forward, , Either die on the road, or be bullied by those refugees. I see that Qingyang’s mother-in-law is kind-hearted, and sold herself, just to survive. Mr. Tang, just rest assured, compared with your own life, everything else is external. No matter No matter what happens, I will live and live with my parents' share."
Tang Rongzhi was silent for a long time.
His fingers moved, but in the end he did not reach out to wipe away her tears.
Su Jinyan sniffed, wiped away her tears and put on a smile: "But, Qingyang didn't say divorce me, I'm still his wife. Wait until he really doesn't want me to say anything else!"
"Well, it's still possible."
"Of course. I'm not stupid!" Su Jinyan raised her face slightly.
Tang Rongzhi found that Su Jinyan took him less and less seriously.
She became more and more bold in front of him, and sometimes she even dared to make small moves in front of him.
"Song Qingyang is back." Hearing the sounds outside, Tang Ronzhi purred outside.
"I'll go take a look." Su Jinyan said.
"Wait a minute..." Tang Rongzhi called her.
Su Jinyan turned around.
"With the money I just gave you, you can buy some more clothes. Now you only have this one, right?" Tang Rongzhi said calmly.
"Mr. Tang, you can tell me whatever you want to eat in the future, and I will try my best to satisfy your taste." When Su Jinyan smiled, she was bright and open, not like the timid one at first.
I have to say, she looks very pleasing to the eye.
Song Qingyang sat at the table and watched Su Jinyan finish her meal quickly and get off the table. Unlike usual, she wanted to stay with him for a longer time and always looked at him secretly, just to get his attention.
"Sister Jinyan." Song Qingyang called her.
Su Jinyan wanted to go to the woodshed to see her 'parents', but when she heard Song Qingyang's voice, she turned around with confusion on her face: "What's wrong? Qingyang."
"Are you very busy recently?" Song Qingyang asked, "You haven't made me any midnight snacks these past few days."
Su Jinyan patted her forehead and said sheepishly: "Sorry, Qingyang, I was busy making a batch of rouge to sell recently, so I forgot to make a midnight snack."
"Is there no money at home? I was negligent." Song Qingyang took out his wallet from his arms. "Someone bought my calligraphy today, you can use it first."
"Okay." Su Jinyan took it. "Thank you for your hard work. Then I will continue to work."
Seeing that she was about to leave, Song Qingyang stopped her again: "Are you still busy making rouge?"
Su Jinyan said softly: "Yes, I also want to make more money. Qingyang, don't worry, I will make you a supper in the evening. I'll be busy first. You can put it there after you finish it. I'll wait for you later Come and clean up."
Song Qingyang watched Su Jinyan's back disappear.
She has changed.
Ever since she changed her clothes, she seemed to be different.
Maybe the change wasn't obvious, but day by day, he still felt it.
She paid less and less attention to him, and even sat opposite him without even looking at him, as if she was thinking about something.
This is the direction of development that he most wants to see, but if it really develops as he hopes, why does he feel uncomfortable?
