Who would believe what Lin Xuanjiao said in this situation? Anyway, Liao Qingsheng didn't believe it now.
So Liao Qingsheng looked at Song Ying'an with suspicion, seeking an answer. He trusted Song Ying'an's character very much. After all, he and Song Ying'an had known each other for so many years and this guy had never lied to him.
Song Ying'an noticed Liao Qingsheng's inquiring look. Although he didn't want to admit it, he nodded to indicate that what Lin Xuanjiao said was true.
Liao Qingsheng took a breath. He knew how strong Song Ying'an was. After all, they had been together for so long that he already knew this.
At least Liao Qingsheng had never defeated Song Yingan in an arm wrestle. And one day, Song Yingan was unable to match his seemingly extremely delicate marriage partner in strength.
Is he crazy or is this world crazy? Is such an unreasonable thing reasonable?
After accepting this reality, Liao Qingsheng looked at Song Ying'an with sympathy: "You better not have any tricks in the future, or I'm afraid I'll have to collect your corpse."
Song Ying'an twitched his lips speechlessly: "Don't bother with that. We have a very good relationship. I will never betray Jiaojiao."
Liao Qingsheng nodded without saying anything. He looked at the two of them and said, "Have you two finished putting away your things? If you have, we should hurry back. It will take us several hours to drive the ox cart all the way."
This time, Song Ying'an answered faster than Lin Xuanjiao: "There are some larger items. Can they fit on the ox cart?"
Liao Qingsheng looked at the relatively empty ox cart and asked, "How much stuff do you have left?"
Song Yingan quickly replied: "There are also sewing machines, bicycles, and radios."
Liao Qingsheng teased: "You are really generous in marrying a wife!"
Song Ying'an smiled and didn't answer Liao Qingsheng's question, but asked, "Can you let it go?"
Liao Qingsheng assured: "Absolutely. If you can't let go, I'll take your surname."
Song Ying'an no longer paid attention to Liao Qingsheng. He took Lin Xuanjiao's hand and went to the second floor, where he took the money and bills he had prepared and got the things.
This time, Lin Xuanjiao once again demonstrated her immense strength. Song Ying'an followed beside her, watching with a dull look as she walked briskly, a bicycle in her left hand and a sewing machine in her right. She looked so relaxed, as if she were holding two popsicles instead of a bicycle and a sewing machine.
If Song Ying'an were to come, he would also be able to kill one with one hand, but he wouldn't be able to do it to the level of Lin Xuanjiao. This kind of talent is a bit scary.
Without exception, everyone who passed by looked at Lin Xuanjiao with surprise.
Lin Xuanjiao ignored him and walked quickly, one in each hand. Song Yingan wanted to catch up with Lin Xuanjiao with the radio in his hand, but he had to give up his wild thoughts.
Originally, Liao Qingsheng had not reacted much to Lin Xuanjiao's strength until he saw the delicate girl in his eyes carrying a bicycle in one hand and a sewing machine in the other.
Anyway, the scene before him left a deep impression on Liao Qingsheng. He even felt that he might not forget this scene until his death. It was so fresh in his memory.
Liao Qingsheng stared blankly at Lin Xuanjiao placing the two large animals on the oxcart. He then looked at Song Yingan, who was holding the radio, and suddenly gave a thumbs-up: "Keep going, you're the best."
Before Song Ying'an could figure out what Liao Qingsheng's purpose was, he saw Liao Qingsheng turned around and stroked his old ox.
It was obvious that Liao Qingsheng did this because he didn't want to talk to him anymore.
No matter how curious Song Ying'an was, it was impossible for him to hear the answer from Liao Qingsheng.
Lin Xuanjiao didn't care about the interaction between the two. She just sat down on it. Sitting on the hard wooden board was still a little uncomfortable, and her butt twisted restlessly.
Song Ying'an quickly realized what Lin Xuanjiao was doing and immediately took off his coat, folded it into a ball and handed it to Lin Xuanjiao: "Jiaojiao, it will feel better if you put this coat under your butt."
Lin Xuanjiao didn't take the clothes and asked, "What about you?"
This time, Liao Qingsheng responded faster than Song Yingan: "Don't worry about him. He's a tough kid and nothing will happen to him. He's ridden in my ox cart several times before and never used clothes as a cushion."
After hearing what Liao Qingsheng said, Lin Xuanjiao took the clothes handed to her by Song Yingan and put them under her butt. It turned out to be much better. At least her butt was not as uncomfortable as before.
After settling Lin Xuanjiao down, Song Yingan got into the car and sat next to Lin Xuanjiao.
Liao Qingsheng, who was standing in front, asked, "Have you finished shopping? I have to catch the bus and leave."
This time it was Song Ying'an who answered: "We've finished shopping. Let's go! Otherwise, it will be dark before we get home."
Liao Qingsheng chuckled, "I suspect you're questioning my driving skills."
Song Ying'an added calmly, "It's not a suspicion, it's certainty. When I took your car before, I never arrived during the day."
Liao Qingsheng was still unconvinced: "That's because we set out late, so we arrived so late. We left so early this time, so we won't be late."
"Oh!" Song Ying'an responded calmly, "Then do your best!"
Why does Song Yingan's words make me feel more uncomfortable than cursing? Liao Qingsheng thought silently.
Lin Xuanjiao nudged Song Ying'an's arm and said, "You'd better hold back. He's still your brother, even if he's not your biological brother."
Liao Qingsheng, who had been silent, immediately perked up when he heard Lin Xuanjiao's words: "Comrade Lin Xuanjiao is right! Ying'an! You must learn well."
Song Ying'an chuckled twice, not wanting to answer Liao Qingsheng's question. Then, she looked at Lin Xuanjiao and explained to her, "Don't judge his personality by what he shows. His true character is extremely bad."
Lin Xuanjiao was a little curious: "Does he have two faces?"
After hearing Lin Xuanjiao's words, Song Ying'an thought about it seriously and then said affirmatively, "You can think so."
Lin Xuanjiao opened her mouth wide: "But I think he's a nice person!"
Song Ying'an sneered, "This guy is the most despicable. I made a meal specifically for him and me, packed it in a wooden box, and took it with us on the road. But he ate up all my portion, leaving me with only dry steamed buns."
"And that time before, he provoked a group of people and was chased and beaten. I was passing by an alley in town at the time, and he pushed me directly into those people's arms to help him block the fire. At that time, I didn't even have time to react before he blocked me and punched me."
As Song Ying'an revealed more and more events, Lin Xuanjiao's impression of Liao Qingsheng became more and more complicated. This man was really different from others.
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