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

Hearing the sound, Wen Yian looked up and saw a masked man running past him, followed by a group of people with red scarves tied on their arms.

It's so ferocious and scary.

He quickly stepped back. These people were like flies, impossible to shake off. Most people also quickly stepped back to make way for them.

At this time, it is better to be cautious.

"Don't run away, you..."

"There's no point in running. Stop and hand over your things. People like you shouldn't be alive."

The man seemed to be holding a book, his face full of fear. As if he was holding a hot potato, his face was pale and his steps were unsteady. Wen Yian took a look and left. It was none of his business anyway.

I wonder if my biological father and stepmother received his gifts. I am really looking forward to it. Where will they go?

They must hate him, right? But so what? They deserved it. He wasn't a living Buddha. If he hadn't been unable to leave his home, how could he have ended up like this, enduring beatings and scoldings?

He must stay alive so that he can see the fear in their eyes and see the poverty they have lived their whole lives, only then can he feel at ease.

Going to the countryside was good. He met someone who treated him very well.

When passing by the alley, Wen Yian saw a book with a food pattern on the cover. He was delighted and bent down to pick it up and opened it casually.

Two...two people hugged each other.

Wen Yian quickly hid it in his chest and immediately ran forward. As soon as Wen Yian's back disappeared around the corner, a man with a red scarf tied around his arm appeared where Wen Yian picked up the book.

"Strange, didn't the man throw it here just now? How come it's gone? What a cunning guy, it's really a trick." When they were chasing someone just now, who would have thought that the man would actually throw the book here.

The wall was too high, so he could only find a way to run over here.

At this moment, a voice came from behind the wall: "How is it, have you found him? Are we still waiting to arrest him?"

He said angrily, "I don't see it here." How strange! Could it have been picked up? Absolutely impossible. The person must have hidden it.

"What? How could there be none? We're only separated from you by a wall. He can't possibly throw it that far, right?"

"How would I know? If you don't believe me, come and see for yourself."

"Hey, why are you so loud? What are you angry about?"

……

Wen Yian walked to the oxcart with a helpless look on his face. What kind of luck did he have? Could this book be the one the man was holding just now?

No, I have to burn the book when I get home. He was so careless that he thought it was a book about gourmet food, so he picked it up. Fortunately, he ran fast.

It's obviously not a serious book, but it uses delicious food as patterns and deceived him. It's really hateful.

The pattern in the book just now, well... doesn’t seem to be a man and a woman, but... if it’s not a man and a woman, then what could it be?

For some reason, Wen Yian thought of Song Wenjing.

After Song Wenjing finished shopping and saw that there was nothing else to buy, he returned to where the ox cart was. He thought Wen Yian should have gone back.

When he arrived, as expected, Wen Yian was already sitting on the ox cart, chatting with others.

"Wen Zhiqing, you're back so early!" Song Wenjing put the backpack on the ox cart. It turned out that bringing the backpack was the right choice, otherwise how could he have brought back so many things.

"I didn't need to buy a lot of things, so time went by a little faster." Wen Yian said with a smile, but he looked a little embarrassed.

I should have known not to pick up that book. The things in it are not serious things. No wonder the man looked panicked. If it were him, he would be scared too and would want to burn it immediately.

Ouch, I feel so sorry for him.

Seeing him carrying things, Song Wenjing said kindly, "Put them in my backpack! You have so little stuff and it won't take up much space." After saying that, he looked at Wen Yian sincerely.

"No, I can get it myself." Wen Yian refused.

"It's so heavy, and you have thin arms and legs. What if it breaks?" He originally wanted to go shopping with Wen Yian, but Wen Yian insisted on refusing him. He had no choice but to let it go.

He couldn't possibly follow someone, that would be immoral. He wouldn't do that. "Okay, it's the same if you leave it here. I'll give it to you when the time comes."

Song Wenjing successfully placed Wen Yian's things with him in a tough manner. Less than a minute later, he said attentively, "Wen Zhiqing, would you like some water?"

"I'm not thirsty."

"Wen Zhiqing, are you hungry? I have some pastries here, they are delicious, you can try them." After Song Wenjing finished speaking, he was about to turn over something when Wen Yian glared at him coldly.

Song Wenjing swallowed his saliva, stopped taking anything else, and secretly moved a little, so that he was a fist away from Wen Yian. He looked away cautiously. What a murderer! He has a real personality, and his glare is really beautiful.

Seeing Song Wenjing's understanding, Wen Yian breathed a sigh of relief. Was this guy blind? Didn't he notice the auntie next to him looking at them with strange eyes, making him fidget.

Can't you just control it?

Aunt Wang laughed heartily and said jokingly, "Song boy, you're so attentive to Wen Zhiqing. If you didn't know better, you'd think you were chasing a wife. If you were me, you're already twenty years old, it's time for you to find a wife."

"What kind of girl do you like? Auntie can give you some advice. I know everyone in this area. There are so many beautiful girls. It depends on whether you have the ability to please them."

Song Wenjing said readily, "Auntie, I just showed some concern for Wen Zhiqing because he was alone here with no relatives. Besides, Wen Zhiqing even gave me food."

"Forget about this daughter-in-law. I want to relax for a while. I won't bother Auntie anymore." Oh! Isn't he trying to please his wife by saying this? It's a pity that she despises him.

Wen Yian blushed and his heart beat fast when he heard the words, "Song boy, you are so attentive to Wen Zhiqing, people who don't know would think you are chasing after his wife." His mind was spinning rapidly.

The pattern in the book suddenly appeared clearly in his mind: two naked men hugging each other...

Can he...they, too?

He secretly glanced at Song Wenjing, who felt his gaze and turned back to ask, "What's wrong?"

Wen Yian shook his head and said, "It's okay." If it were him, he... would be willing.

It turns out they weren't greedy for his money, but... they were greedy for the person he was. This person was truly wicked. As he said, those who show kindness to others without any reason are either treacherous or thieves.

snort!

Seeing Wen Yian's shy face, Song Wenjing asked doubtfully, "Are you really okay? Wen Zhiqing, if you feel unwell, you should tell me sooner." His face was so red, was he sick? Why was he avoiding his gaze?

Is he so scary?

"I'm really fine, I was just thinking about something." Their situation was shameful, and he had to adapt to his situation.

After all... this was just his guess. What if Song Wenjing didn't have this intention and was just being nice to him? Besides, Song Wenjing hadn't told him directly.

If you guess wrong, it will be embarrassing.

Would he like him? He seemed to be unable to do anything well. He couldn't work, couldn't please others, and had a bad temper.

When Old Wang saw that everyone was there, he drove the ox cart back to the village. Along the way, Song Wenjing saw that Wen Yian had a serious look on his face, which made him try hard to think about what earth-shattering thing he had done.

It should... probably be none of his business...