Nongmen Spring: Hot lady flirting with foolish husband

Chapter 382

"Wen'er, you owe this debt first, and I'll talk about it later when I think about it."

Even if he wanted to get engaged again, Zheng Zeyuan suppressed the longing in his heart.

He didn't want the relationship between them to be clearly based on this, and he didn't want Wen'er to feel that he was someone who took advantage of the fire.

Seeing what he said, Jiang Wen breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Zheng Zeyuan's fiery eyes, Jiang Wen was really afraid that he would put forward opinions that he could not do.

"Come to my house for lunch?" Jiang Wen invited very consciously, her house would be stewing pheasant soup at noon.

The pheasants were caught by Zheng Zeyuan in the mountains and forests, and he gave the biggest and fattest ones to the Jiang family, and kept the smaller ones for himself.

Of course Zheng Zeyuan would not refuse, if he didn't feel that he was not fit to go to Jiang's house every day for dinner, Zheng Zeyuan wished that he would grow up in Jiang's house every day.

It was a kind of enjoyment to be able to eat Wen Er's meals every meal.

"Auntie, your food is still delicious, unlike my family, Si Yuan is a big man, and the food he cooks can only fill his stomach."

Si Yuan, who was having lunch, suddenly sneezed and rubbed his nose vigorously.

Mrs. Zhao saw Zheng Zeyuan's big appetite, believed it, and said worriedly, "If I can't eat well every day, how can I do it?
Why don't you use a servant girl to cook, Si Yuan is a kid, how can it be done! "

Zheng Zeyuan immediately said that he didn't like to use maids, and felt that it was very bad, and most of the maids were too thoughtful, and it was annoying to see them.

Successfully created the image of an excellent young man in Zhao's heart, Zheng Zeyuan added a bowl of soup to Zhao with satisfaction.

Jiang Wen had eaten the dim sum that Si Yuan learned to make, and it wasn't particularly difficult to swallow, so he knew that Zheng Zeyuan was exaggerating on purpose.

But thinking of Zheng Zeyuan's purpose for doing this, Jiang Wen was extremely tolerant and did not expose him.

The 23rd of the twelfth lunar month is a small year.

Zheng Zeyuan still lives in Fujiazhuang, and has no intention of going back to Qiyuan County at all.

In the evening, a carriage more luxurious than Zheng Zeyuan's usual one drove straight to the door of Zheng's house.

"Zheng Zeyuan, open the door for me!"

The gentle male voice was mixed with anxiety and traces of anger.

"Master, why are you here?"

Si Yan opened the door a little, poked his head out to look at Zheng Zeyang.

Zheng Zeyang's warm and handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, giving off a cold light.

"Why can't I come?"

Zheng Zeyang pushed open the courtyard door, and walked straight to the second courtyard.

There was almost no surprise, and sure enough, I saw Jiang Wen in the yard.

Jiang Wen was teaching Si Yuan how to make stewed vegetables. He was taken aback when he saw Zheng Zeyang, and then said, "Why are you here?"

"Why can't I come over?" Zheng Zeyang looked at her and asked fiercely.

"My surname is Zheng, why can't I come here?

But you, a girl, don't you know how to avoid it?

I can tell from your appearance that you are running here every day, otherwise you dare to regard yourself as the master of this place! "

Jiang Wen was a little embarrassed when he spoke with a gun and a stick, but he was not afraid of him.

This man must have eaten gunpowder, Jiang Wen thought to himself as he watched him go into the room to find Zheng Zeyuan.

Zheng Zeyuan had heard the voices in the yard, and was coming out of the house, Zheng Zeyang went up and slapped him twice.

(End of this chapter)