Chapter 857: Get out of here! I didn’t lick you!
Fu Hansheng couldn't stand it, and was about to tease him. He turned his head and was about to speak, but found that Shen Xingjiang's face was not right. Thinking of what he had just said, he nodded: "That's right, this is called a man."
"Um...you can take her picture. Do you have any pictures of the two of you together?"
He kept an eye on the road ahead at all times, and used his peripheral vision to watch Shen Xingjiang's expression.
There is something wrong with Old Shen.
He couldn't tell what was wrong.
Shen Xingjiang shook his head: “No.”
He had a photo of Wanwan. It was from the last time the chicken coop was in the newspaper. He cut out her photo from the newspaper and put it in his notebook for memorizing and studying.
"If you don't have one, go get one. I tell you, that thing won't take your soul away. Compared to cats and dogs, our life span is indeed longer. Compared to turtles, we can't even send one away in several generations."
"It's hard to predict how long someone can live. So, take some photos of your wife when you have nothing to do, and keep a record of how she will look this year and next year. It's so beautiful to look through the photo album when you have nothing to do."
Shen Xingjiang: "Anything else?"
"Yes, women like to wear and accessorize. They usually buy clothes, lipstick, and face cream. The high-end ones include almond honey. Recently, fashionable thick-soled shoes and bell-bottom pants have become popular in places with money. Do you know what bell-bottom pants are?
The waist is low and the crotch is short, which wraps the buttocks tightly. The thighs are very tight and the bottom is wide, so you can sweep the floor while walking. That guy, if your wife wears such pants, with the amount of exercise she does every day from the military area to the farm, canteen and hospital, all the people sweeping the floor in the military area will be laid off.
Shen Xingjiang was displeased: “Speak seriously, you.”
In terms of fighting power, who can beat the wolf king who grew up on the grassland? Fu Hansheng didn't dare to joke: "There are also three-wheeled, one-ring, Forever or Fei Ge bicycles, Longines, Diamond, Baohua watches, radios, and sewing machines. You can buy any of them. She will definitely like them. The premise is that you have money in your pocket."
Shen Xingjiang repeated what he said: "As for the rest, the sewing machine is for work, I don't know how to step on it."
“Tsk!”
Fu Hansheng was speechless: "That thing is for women to use, when did you step on it?"
Shen Xingjiang: "It says in the instructions that it must be used by women?"
Fu Hansheng rolled his eyes.
Absolutely!
I’ve seen men spoiling their wives, but I’ve never seen men spoiling their wives like they were their ancestors.
It hurts to use a sewing machine.
"You dislike her operating the sewing machine, but why don't you dislike her making sweaters and sewing pants for you?"
Without even thinking, Shen Xingjiang said, "You don't understand, that's love."
She works slowly and is not good at it, so it is fine for her to just make one or two pieces. If she buys a sewing machine, what if she makes five or six pieces at a time? What to do if you are exhausted?
Fu Hansheng endured it again and again, his forehead twitching again and again, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "I think you look like a pervert."
The car fell silent.
The wheels drove on the road, rolling over the stones, making a very faint crackling sound.
Fu Hansheng felt that there was something wrong with Shen Xingjiang's silence. After making sure that the road ahead was safe, he slowed down the car and turned his head to peek at him. He wondered what Shen Xingjiang was doing and why he was still angry.
It didn't matter that I saw it, I was almost scared: "Dad, why the hell are you staring at me?"
Who do you want to scare to death?
Shen Xingjiang leaned lazily on the car seat, his hand supporting his chin, and looked at him with his dark eyes.
What do you say about this look?
It is a definite guess.
He discovered something and he believed it deeply.
Fu Hansheng: "..."
"What are you thinking about when you look at me?"
Shen Xingjiang loosened his chin and pointed at him: “I’ve known you for almost a year.”
Fu Hansheng: "Ah."
He took a moment to look at the road ahead: "What's going on? Are you going to hold a recognition memorial for me?"
"That's not good. Your wife will be jealous."
After saying that, he smiled frivolously.
Shen Xingjiang rarely did not get angry, he said firmly: "I have never seen a woman around you, but you know everything about women's use. It must not be bought by you. Are you pursuing someone? In a big city, it's still..."
"laugh--!"
The tires quickly scraped across the road, and the military vehicle swayed to a stop on the side of the road, making a sharp sound when it braked.
Fu Hansheng: "No more guessing."
Shen Xingjiang: "She also likes to dress up. She has never agreed to be with you, but she has kept you on suspense, making you think you can get her right away. Maybe there will be a chance in the future, so you have been studying how to give her a gift."
Fu Hansheng was petrified in his seat.
In just two steps, the wind will shatter it into pieces.
Shen Xingjiang shook his head and clicked his tongue: “I once heard a fable told by a master of modern literature, which said that there was a little black dog in the production team.”
Fu Hansheng's mouth twitched slightly.
Shen Xingjiang: "The little black dog fell in love with the little flower dog from the production team next door. He gave all the dog bones he earned from guarding the house to the little flower dog. He didn't know that the little flower dog fell in love with the little white dog in the city. He ate the little black dog's dog bones and gave birth to three puppies for the little white dog. Do you know what name the master gave the little black dog?"
Fu Hansheng knew that this guy was up to no good, but he couldn't resist his curiosity.
"What's your name?"
Shen Xingjiang: “A dog licker.”
Shen Xingjiang learned this term from Jiang Wanwan.
Fu Hansheng: "Get lost!"
"You are the one who licks the dog, you are! I won't lick you like you!"
Shen Xingjiang put his arm around her shoulders: "We are different. The cub my wife gave birth to is definitely mine. Let alone dog bones, it is worth it for me to sell blood to make money to buy her food. After all, it is my own cub!"
Although he didn't want to admit it, Fu Hansheng's current situation was indeed a bit awkward. The other party was spending his money to keep him hanging, and he knew what women liked because the other party had told him.
But she was not as hateful as described in the story. At most, she didn't like him and kept hanging on to him, and she would never give birth to a child for someone else.
"What kind of fable is this? Who made it up? It's not credible at all."
He felt for the cigarette in his pocket, fumbling in his trouser pocket for a long time before taking out half a pack of cigarettes, taking out a cigarette and putting it in his mouth.
Shen Xingjiang: "The Puppy Fable written by Jiang Wanwan."
There was an indescribable pride on his face.
Fu Hansheng only then realized that he had been fooled so thoroughly: "Get the hell out of here!"
"If you don't get out of here, I'll call the police to arrest you!"
In a small alley in the county town, dense camphor trees blocked the sunlight from the narrow alley. Jiang Wanwan walked under the tree and suddenly her nose itched. She sneezed while holding onto the wall.
She wiped her nose with a handkerchief: "I don't have a cold, why do I keep sneezing lately?"
In front of her was the stall she wanted to see. Due to its age, the roof had collapsed a little. After the rain, grass seeds in the old tiles took root and sprouted, creating a light green.
There is a bookstall in front of the house, with a stone base and a few broken wooden boards supporting it. A few old books are placed underneath to dry. An old man in a white vest is sitting on the stone watching over the stall, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan to keep away the heat.
In front of him stood a man wearing a light peacock green suit and very textured pants. The man was wearing exquisite handmade leather shoes, his shirt was half rolled up to his forearms, and he was flipping through a book in his hands.
Jiang Wanwan narrowed her eyes when she saw the man.
Even if she looked at the almanac, she couldn't have predicted the time she would go out. Today was such a busy day. Not only would she run into Cheng Shiguan, she would also 'accidentally' run into someone from the Dong family in the capital.
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