dumb wife farming

Chapter 555 Jiang Yexing, Even If You Love Her A Little
"Song Yao???" Jiang Yexing murmured these words.

All the previous events seemed to have passed away, and Jiang Yexing deliberately didn't think about those memories, but they were still brought back from time to time.

"Who is the employer?" Jiang Yexing asked with his red eyes moving.

"The Wu family in the capital city made their fortune in the cloth business. He did a business with us before, and this time he asked for the shopkeeper Song of Fulai Restaurant. We went to check and it was Song Yao. She is staying in Xuzhou now. "Ghost Huang explained clearly one by one.

It has to be said that he likes Song Yao very much, and he also has a premonition in his heart that this business will most likely fail.

"How could the Wu family in the capital get involved with Song Yao?" Jiang Yexing frowned. How could Song Yao offend people in the capital.

"I don't know the reason yet, this subordinate will send someone to investigate." Guihuang said with his head down.

"Well, let's quit the business, and go to Xuzhou tomorrow." Jiang Yexing stood there, rubbing his brow with his fingers.

……

He has a violent and vicious temper. Many times, this hostility also affects his appearance, and his brows are often wrinkled, and there are creases in the middle.

Standing in the night, Jiang Yexing couldn't suppress the previous events at all, even just thinking of Song Yao, that person's face was drawn out.

He has walked an extremely dangerous road since he was a child, and he has never felt the warmth of home... Only, only when he is with her, all his clothes are made by her, and she will make very warm clothes Tang, will ask him if it hurts, and will rub the wrinkles between his brows for him.

He used to be very careless, but why, when he thinks about it now, he is full of desolation.

……

That night, after finishing all the work, Song Yao sat on the tavern to read the letter from the county seat.

At this time, a gust of wind blew in along the door, and when Song Yao noticed something was wrong and raised her eyes, the man had already walked in quietly.

Seeing that person's appearance, Song Yao's hands hidden in her sleeves were clenched tightly.

"Lord Jiang is here?" Song Yao put away the letter, raised her eyes, and looked at the black figure who came in with a cool look in her eyes.

"You're living a better life than I thought." Jiang Yexing snorted lightly, lifted his robe domineeringly, and sat down on the chair opposite Song Yao.

"Thanks to you, I'm divorced now." Song Yao lowered her eyes, her silver teeth were about to be crushed.

"Heh. That wasn't your son in the first place." Jiang Yexing looked at Song Yao with red eyes, with a sneer on his lips.

"Zhuang Zhuang has not been with me for a long time. Although he is not related by blood, I will always treat him as my child." Song Yao looked at the man in black clothes opposite him with cold eyes: "I am no better than you, My heart is made of flesh."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you today?" Jiang Yexing couldn't see a trace of fear from Song Yao.

"It's useless to be afraid." Song Yao sneered, not annoyed, she reached out and pulled the unfinished little clothes, and continued to thread the needle.

"Song Yao, you are so strange, you don't want to know what happened on the mountain that day? Don't you care about Shen An's whereabouts?" Jiang Yexing continued to ask.

"The thing has already happened, and the result has already been caused. I don't know if my man is alive or dead. As for Manman... Jiang Yexing, even if you feel sorry for her a little... Oh, that's all, this matter is I was wrong."

(End of this chapter)