Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 70
Su Mengchen just smiled and said nothing.

But at this time, the boat swayed slightly, and then stopped against it, Su Mengchen said: "Xue Da, sit down before leaving?"

Song Wanzhi took a look, but saw the small boat parked behind a house with an ivy trembling against the thick snow on the stone steps, so he nodded, "Okay."

Su Mengchen held an umbrella for her, and then sent her to the shore. Then he turned around, took out a copper coin from his pocket, and dropped it into the old man's hand: "Thank you."

The old man took the copper coin, and hummed: "It's snowing, you two are talking about the snow. Young man, treat this girl well, let's see what you do when it's freezing."

Song Wanzhi didn't know how to explain it, and wanted to speak helplessly, but Su Mengchen responded in an ordinary way: "Okay."

It's completely an open-minded appearance.

All Song Wanzhi's words fell silent in an instant.

Su Mengchen turned around and said, "Let's go."

Seeing his indifferent appearance, Song Wanzhi put it down and followed him to the front.

Behind is the back door of a family.

Su Mengchen raised his hand and knocked, and a voice came from inside: "Here we come!"

Song Wanzhi was slightly taken aback, only to feel that the voice was somewhat familiar, but when the door was opened, Song Wanzhi was taken aback again.

Isn't this the old woman who cooks noodles? !

Then, she looked at Su Mengchen with a little surprise, and asked, "Could it be that Mr. Meng is the tea maker here?"

Su Mengchen glanced at her, and the old woman had already shouted: "Oh, girl, it's you! Hey, why did Mr. Meng and this young lady come together? Oh, did we meet outside drinking tea?"

Song Wanzhi always thought that the person who could brew the tea of ​​the Three Thousand Floating Life must be at least a hundred years old, otherwise how could he have such a state of mind, so that the joys and sorrows of the world could not linger in his heart.But why is it this man in his early 20s?But if you think about getting along with this person twice, besides him, who else would have such a broad mind to cook that kind of taste?
The most complicated and the simplest.

For a moment, Song Wanzhi didn't know what it was like in his heart, there was joy and admiration, but there seemed to be a delusion of going around and around, and the flowers were bright.

Who else could it be but him?
The old woman hurriedly said: "Hurry up! Come in! Look at how frozen it is. Hey, it's so heartbreaking."

Song Wanzhi didn't think it would be a problem, but the old man was so kind, she couldn't refuse, but she turned her head slightly, and saw that Su Mengchen's shoulder was wet a lot, thinking that he held an umbrella for her just now, he must have given her all the respect side.

When the two entered the house, the old woman was raising chickens and ducks, and they were huddled together. Su Mengchen invited Song Wanzhi into the attic, and Song Wanzhi followed her, stepping on the half-worn wooden ladder. After turning around, I arrived at the house, the inside was still extremely simple, no different from what I saw in the mountains that day.

There was a stove burning in the room, but it was still warm. As soon as Song Wanzhi entered, the temperature rose, and the snow on his whole body began to melt quickly, and immediately wet the ground. Song Wanzhi retreated, a little embarrassed, this person Definitely loves Jie, it's just that he is like this, it's really not very polite.

But Su Mengchen said: "Miss Wan Zhi, come here first and wait, and come when you go down."

Song Wanzhi thought he was going to pick up something mopping the floor, so she nodded and stood there without moving.

After waiting for a while, I heard footsteps back and forth again, and then the footsteps belonging to Su Mengchen sounded again. He held the woman's commoner clothes with both hands, and said to her, "There is hot water prepared next to it. Why don't you take a bath in the evening? Don't catch a cold."

(End of this chapter)