How did finding a wife for the villain become giving away a husband?

Wen Yian looked at his chest, his eyes red with grievance. Why was this man's chest so hard? His forehead must have been red.

Seriously, why did you stop so suddenly?

Song Wenjing heard his words and explained helplessly: "I saw you lowering your head to think about something and not looking at the road, so I stopped. I wanted to see if your forehead was red."

He pulled Wen Yian's hand away and glanced at his forehead. "Your forehead is a little red. Just apply some medicine and it will be fine. See! This is the consequence of not looking at the road."

It turns red when it's hit. How delicate!

"I'm sorry, I should have paid more attention to the road. It's nothing, just a minor injury, no need to apply medicine." He had endured the bleeding from the wound before, and now that there was no bleeding, why bother applying medicine?

Treat him like a treasure.

Wen Yian was in a good mood.

Seeing him apologize, Song Wenjing comforted him, "What's there to apologize for? Let's go! I'll take you to apply the medicine. I won't accept any rebuttal." Humph! He was so domineering.

Song Wenjing took his hand and hurried home, saying earnestly, "Watch the road carefully this time, okay? Otherwise, if you fall, your pretty face will be ruined. Sometimes you might even break your legs or arms, so be careful! Wen Zhiqing."

"Okay." Wen Yian responded and raised his foot to follow his pace.

What is a pretty little face? How can a man describe it as pretty?

Song Wenjing seemed to like his face very much. Could it be that he invited him to his house for dinner just because he was handsome?

Wen Yian looked at Song Wenjing's back, feeling a little angry. This guy is so vulgar, he just likes other people's pretty faces.

If his face was ruined, this person wouldn't invite him to dinner. He would definitely eat more and bankrupt Song Wenjing, and then he would have the nerve to invite other people to dinner.

snort!

When they got home, Song Wenjing asked Wen Yian to sit down while he went to get the medicine. He searched the house until he found the ointment.

After getting the medicine, Song Wenjing helped him apply it carefully and said jokingly, "Wen Zhiqing, your skin is so tender. It looked fine just now, but now the wound is all black and blue."

Wen Yian bumped into his chest. How could his chest be so hard? Perhaps it was because Wen Yian's skin was relatively tender!

Wen Yian snorted coldly without answering. He also had a temper. Which man would be happy to be praised for his tender skin? Anyway, he didn't like it.

This guy is so annoying.

Song Wenjing smiled awkwardly. Wen Yian seemed angry. It was all his fault.

"Wen Zhiqing, I was wrong." Ahem... He was brave enough to admit his mistakes; there was nothing shameful about it. But these words truly came from his heart.

"It's okay." In fact, he was just a little unhappy. He asked, "What are we going to eat now?" Forget it, there's nothing to be angry about.

He changed the subject, and Song Wenjing continued, "Let's eat the bacon! There's also cabbage and potatoes. Wen Zhiqing, go to the yard and get a cabbage!"

"Okay, I'll go right away." After receiving the task, Wen Yian happily ran out of the house. He was also capable of working and was not completely useless.

Song Wenjing looked at his back with amusement, turned around, put the medicine away, walked into the kitchen and started preparing to cook. This kind of life is a bit addictive.

As soon as Wen Yian went out, he saw the juicy cabbages in the yard. He took a small hoe from the corner and picked out a cabbage.

"This cabbage is growing so well." He murmured to himself. This cabbage is more beautiful and tender than the one his stepmother bought.

At home, he cooked all the meals by himself. His stepmother would put the food for the day in the kitchen and lock up everything else.

It goes without saying who to guard against.

He was like a stranger at home. He picked up the cabbage and walked towards the kitchen.

Hearing the voice, Song Wenjing turned around and asked, "Are you back?"

"Well, I'll go wash the cabbage."

"Okay, just use the basin next to the stool to wash it." Song Wenjing answered while cooking.

The original owner's father was a hunter, and he would secretly sell his prey from time to time, so the family had some savings, but the original owner's father did not buy anything like a bicycle or a radio.

According to the original owner's father, the money was for the original owner to marry a wife. It couldn't be used carelessly, partly because he didn't want others to know that his family was rich.

As long as he didn't have to work, the original owner would go hunting in the mountains with his father.

Wen Yian responded, filled a basin with water from the water tank, and sat on a small stool to wash the cabbage.

Song Wenjing would turn around and chat with Wen Yian from time to time, and Wen Yian would respond obediently. Wen Yian didn't know that at this moment the corners of his mouth were raised, and he was obviously in a good mood.

"Wen Zhiqing, do you want to go to the market tomorrow? There will be oxcarts at the village entrance taking people to the market around six in the morning. If you go, it would be nice to come with me and keep me company."

"Yes, I want to buy something." Wen Yian said.

He wanted to go to the market and buy something for Song Wenjing, so that they could keep doing business. He also didn't want to take advantage of him, as that would be bad behavior.

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the village entrance. Don't oversleep." Song Wenjing took off the lid and the smell of meat hit him. He really couldn't live without meat.

He looked at the chili peppers beside him and asked, "Wen Zhiqing, can you eat spicy food?" Yesterday, because he was worried that Wen Yian couldn't eat chili peppers, he didn't add any chili peppers.

He prefers spicy food. When he was sick before, he saw others eating spicy food and he was really envious. So when he came here, he specially made a meal full of spicy food.

It tasted really good, spicy and numbing, and he liked it very much.

"I can eat spicy food." Wen Yian said seriously.

Song Wenjing asked again to confirm: "Can you really eat chili peppers? If you lie to me, I will be angry." He was worried that Wen Yian was lying.

Upon hearing this, Wen Yian said angrily, "Of course, I won't lie." He can indeed eat spicy food.

Humph! This person actually doesn't believe him!

"Well, Wen Zhiqing is very well behaved and never lies."

When Wen Yian heard this, he felt a little shy for some reason. He lowered his head and washed the cabbage in silence. After washing the cabbage, he said to Song Wenjing happily, "Brother Song, I'm done."

He looked at Song Wenjing eagerly, as if asking for praise.

Song Wenjing lived up to everyone's expectations and praised Wen Yian without repeating a single word. He praised him so much that his face turned red and he made an excuse to go out and get some fresh air.

Wen Yian walked into the yard, looked back at the kitchen, and muttered: "Really, why are you praising me like that?" The most outrageous thing was that his face was red, but this person didn't stop.

You have to force him to run out, right?

Too much...

Seeing Wen Yian leave, Song Wenjing smiled. Seeing that the dishes were almost ready, he put them aside and started cooking other dishes.

The smoke in the kitchen is bad for his health after all. It would be good to let him play in the yard for a while.

After a while, Song Wenjing brought the dishes to the table, and Wen Yian picked up the bowl to get the rice.

"Eat more and try how it tastes." Song Wenjing picked up a piece of meat and gave it to Wen Yian, asking with a smile.

"It's delicious." Wen Yian nodded and praised.

During the meal, Song Wenjing asked questions and Wen Yian answered them. The atmosphere was peaceful and tranquil, and the two of them finished the meal in a good mood.