Chapter 38 [Bad guy! 】

In the nearly three months that Xie Qiao had been with Song Jin, he had never seen Song Jin be so persistent.

The girl can be cute when she loses her temper, like a small glutinous rice ball that has been boiled and puffed up.

He frowned slightly and said in a low voice: "Ajin."

"I don't want it." The girl insisted.

She lay down all of a sudden and moved a little further inward, creating a dividing line between the bed, which was not very big to begin with.

Song Jin's pajamas belt, which had been accidentally pressed under Xie Qiao's hand, was also pulled away.

[Well, overbearing husbands are so annoying! Why does he decide on his own? It’s not fair! 】

[What’s the difference between him and that bad county magistrate!] 】

[Bad guy!] 】

[They are all bad guys!] ! ! 】

Xie Qiao's face turned cold as he listened to the girl's accusations in her heart.

He knew that Song Jin liked his stall, but they were not short of money, and the income from the stall was actually dispensable.

Her safety is more important now.

But……

Xie Qiao lowered his eyes and looked at the small ball of Song Jin which was far away from him.

His name is: "Ajin."

The girl obviously didn't want to listen, so she covered her head with the quilt.

Finally, he threw out a sentence: "Ajin fell asleep!"

Xie Qiao hit a snag.

He had never encountered such a thing in Kyoto. He always kept his word and no one would refute him. No one would tell him directly in front of him that they didn't want to hear it.

Now, he should reach out and lift up Song Jin's quilt, dig the person out from inside, and tell her seriously how dangerous today is.

But his hand stopped in mid-air.

If he did that, the girl would be even more unhappy.

never mind.

It's just a stall for a few days. Let Fu Cang assign more people to watch over Song Jin, and there shouldn't be any problem.

Thinking of this, Xie Qiao withdrew his hand and said no more.

There was a strong warmth in the bed curtains, and Song Jin was frightened. As soon as he touched his bed, he fell asleep soon after.

She huddled up in her own corner and didn't touch Xie Qiao at all.

Obviously still angry.

Still angry when sleeping.

cute.

Xie Qiao leaned over and watched quietly for a long time. Knowing that Song Jin was sleeping very soundly, Xie Qiao got up and left.

He put on his coat and walked to the yard: "Fu Cang."

Fu Cang had been waiting in the dark. When he heard the call, he appeared instantly: "Young Master."

Xie Qiao whispered, "The nobleman that Ah Jin met today should be familiar with Xie's pastries. Send someone to check who is living in Xiu Cui Tower now, and the relationship between the county magistrate of Chongzhou and the Zheng family."

"Also," Xie Qiao thought for a moment, "Send out secret guards to protect Ah Jin. They only need to protect him in the dark and not show up unless his life is in danger."

If Song Jin knew that he had sent someone to follow her in secret, she would definitely be unhappy.

The words "all bad guys" appeared in Xie Qiao's eyes.

It’s better not to let her know.

Fu Cang: "Sir, Miss Song was frightened today. Do you need to call a doctor?"

I was a little frightened.

But Song Jin can still be angry with him now, so it should be okay.

only……

"No need to call a doctor." Xie Qiao said calmly: "Also, there is no need to call her Miss Song anymore."

Fu Cang was stunned.

If he remembered correctly, didn't the young master ask him to call her Miss Song?

The young master in the past was not so fickle.

Fu Cang guessed: "Is that called the Little Madam?"

Xie Qiao corrected: "Madam."

Fu Cang cupped his hands: "Yes, call me Madam."

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Song Jin had already expressed his thoughts before going to bed last night. The next morning, Song Jin got up as usual and set up his stall.

She was ready to have a small quarrel with her husband.

The worst that can happen is that if you make your husband angry, you won’t kiss, hug or have sex with him anymore!

Anyway...

Anyway, anyway!

My husband is so trustworthy.

It will happen naturally when the time comes.

I can also make a cold face.

When he woke up in the morning, Song Jin had a stern face and stared at Xie Qiao beside him with his round almond-shaped eyes.

Xie Qiao didn't move, let alone come over to stop her.

Song Jin sat on the pile of quilts and waited.

Staring and waiting.

Like a little tiger ready to bite.

[I might have a quarrel with my husband soon!] 】

[My husband is so annoying!] 】

[Why isn’t my husband awake yet?] 】

[My husband won’t die, right?] 】

Song Jin stretched out his fingertips and probed the tip of Xie Qiao's nose.

[Huh——Luckily, my husband is still breathing.] 】

[Hmm, my husband's mouth looks so kissable, I really want to kiss it. 】

【no! no! Song Jin, wake up! 】

But Song Jin waited for a long time but Xie Qiao didn't wake up. She thought, she couldn't wake him up and make a scene, right?

never mind.

Anyway, her husband didn't stop her.

He can't stop it anyway!

Song Jin thought about it, and she got up and set up her stall as usual.

As soon as she stepped out of the bed curtain, Xie Qiao, who was lying flat on the bed, curled up the corners of his mouth slightly.

Without Que'er's help, the stall was deserted when Song Jin arrived. As usual, Song Jin kneaded the dough and put it in the steamer. He was also busy making some fruit cakes using the mold he had made earlier.

Although this fruit cake is not sold as much as before the New Year, it is still the New Year period and some families still need to prepare it.

This busy work took the whole morning.

Yesterday her husband told her not to go out to set up a stall. Although she was reluctant, she knew in her heart that her husband was afraid that something might happen to her.

She herself was actually afraid too.

She is now thinking about going to Kyoto as soon as possible. There are so many beauties in Kyoto, and she can’t even look at them all!

These days, she closed her stall early.

But just as I finished packing the steamer, a little girl appeared in front of the stall.

Song Jin quickly greeted: "Girl, do you want to buy fruit cakes or steamed buns? My steamed buns are fragrant and soft, and they are delicious."

The girl glanced at Song Jin with disdain in her eyes: "Are you Song Jin?"

Song Jin looked carefully and felt that the girl in front of him was unfamiliar.

The way she was dressed, she looked like a maid from some family.

Song Jin said: "Yes, I am Song Jin. May I ask who your sister is?"

The maid said, "My daughter wants to see you. Come with me now."

Song Jin: "Who is your daughter?"

"My girl's surname is Huang. Come with me quickly. Don't keep her waiting for too long! My girl is not someone you can easily mess with. If she gets angry, you'll be in big trouble!"

Song Jin's brows furrowed slightly.

What Miss Huang? She doesn’t know her, how did she find her?

Song Jin shook his head and refused: "No, no, Miss Huang, if you have anything to do, just come to the stall to find me. I still have a lot of work to do here, and I have a sick husband at home who needs to be taken care of. I really can't leave."

"What nonsense!" The maid was a little angry. She waved her hand and the servants following her came up and lifted up Song Jin.

The maids' hands were very strong, and Song Jin couldn't break free: "What are you doing!"

"I told you not to refuse a toast!" The maid waved her hand and said, "Let's go!"

Song Jin was smart and she knew she couldn't escape.

She is not a criminal, why should she be taken away like this?

She said, "Wait a minute! I'll go with you! Let me go first."

The maid waved her hand, and the two servants let go of Song Jin, but they were still following her half a step behind. As long as Song Jin ran, they could catch her back with just a stretch of their hands.

Song Jin was first taken to a sedan chair. After walking a short distance, the sedan chair stopped and Song Jin was taken to a small embroidery building.

Song Jin felt that this place was unfamiliar.

It shouldn't be on the street, more like a private residence somewhere.

The maid stepped forward and said, "Let's go, follow closely."

Song Jin clutched her small bag and followed the maid forward until they reached a greenhouse. The maid stopped and knocked on the door: "Miss, someone has arrived."

The door of the conservatory was not opened, but a voice came: "Come in!"

The maid received the order, opened the door and took Song Jin in.

As soon as I entered the room, a warm feeling hit me. The furnishings in the room were expensive and exquisite, and there was even a faint fragrance.

As soon as you come in, it's warmer than spring.

In this room, there is no need to wear a jacket, just a thin skirt.

A greenhouse like this is better than her room.

Those who can afford such a greenhouse must be wealthy people.

Who wants to see her?

The greenhouse is not very big, with two floors inside and outside.

Song Jin stood outside waiting, and soon saw a nimble figure coming out from the inner room.

The figure just happened to sit in front of Song Jin. She raised her head and glanced at Song Jin: "Are you Song Jin?"

Song Jin nodded: "Yes, I don't know if the young lady asked me to come here to talk about something. I still have work to do at my stall, so I have to go back quickly."

"It's not a big deal." The young lady propped her head up with her hands and said casually, "I just want to tell you that after you hurry back to close the stall, go home and divorce your husband."