Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

"I know this is sudden, Miss Song, but I also want to give it a try. Just in case, his mother will agree."

Zhu Zhaoyue thought so. In fact, they were quite good. Their family backgrounds were very different.

Han Congxing has a certain status in Guanxiang City, and a high-end restaurant is beyond the reach of many people.

Although Zhu Zhaoyue is the biological sister of the county magistrate of Pingan Town, she is still a sister after all, and she is not the county magistrate.

If she were the county magistrate, maybe a Korean girl would also like her.

Being the magistrate of Ping'an Town, he sounds very impressive, and he can also control the magistrate's backyard.

Just like the current husband of the county magistrate, Zhu Zhaoyue said so much, but he didn't mention this husband at all. He was also very important in it. Zhu Xuanzhou suffered hardships, and he often hindered him.

It is unknown whether there will be any specific punishment, and this is not something outsiders can know.

"Master Zhu, I have no experience in this, and I don't know how to propose marriage. I'm afraid I can't be of much help." Song Tingran declined politely.

Zhu Zhaoyue quickly explained, "No, Miss Song, you misunderstood me. What I mean is that you write me a letter and say good things to me. Just tell me the truth. I will definitely not embarrass you. Then I will I will go to Guan Xiangcheng myself.”

Song Tingran just looked at Zhu Zhaoyue like this. He was spending so much time just for Han Congxing, and it was love at first sight.

If Zhu Zhaoyue were to look for it in Ping'an Town, she would be able to find anything.

"Miss Song, please help me." Zhu Zhaoyue begged.

"Master, I wish you the best. In fact, if the news that you want to renew your relationship is released, people will be so excited that they line up from the beginning of the town to the end of the town. Why does it have to be Han Congxing?"

Zhu Zhaoyue picked up the tea cup and took a sip with a smile on her face.

"I have been casual since I was a child. My sister is the county magistrate. I am carefree every day, playing the piano and going shopping. I am the one who enjoys the most. I don't fight or fight. I am in harmony with everyone at home. Then you say, I don’t have much time to do, I like Han Congxing, and I have plenty of time to fight for it.”

When Zhu Zhaoyue said this, Song Tingran felt that it was logical. She had nothing else to do every day. In other words, she was Song Changyue's master, so she had one more important thing to do.

"Okay, then I will write a letter, but I must write it based on the truth. I have no way to participate in the specific considerations of the Han family and the outcome."

Zhu Zhaoyue grabbed Song Tingran's hand immediately and was very excited.

"Thank you, Miss Song. Really, with your letter, I feel confident. Don't worry, I will definitely be good to Han Congxing. When he comes in, he will be a married man. When the time comes, I will take him out to play. If he wants to Go home, and I agree with him.”

Song Tingran agreed to this, and Zhu Zhaoyue talked more, which made her very happy.

Zhu Zhaoyue said that when she goes out to play, she always takes her husband with her. She rarely takes her husband with her at home, unless it is a festival, and they will have fun together.

Moreover, the younger husbands in the family are all under the control of the older husband and can be disciplined at will.

The important thing is that she is sincere, her gifts are generous, and her sister will also help.

This morning actually passed like this.

Zhu Zhaoyue's throat was dry as she spoke and she drank a lot of tea. Seeing that it was time to eat at noon, she stood up and left.

"Congratulations, master, stay for dinner. I'm ready. I'm going to my restaurant to try the new dishes."

"No, I'm not being polite. I have to go home now. I'll make arrangements for the next time. Let's have a nice get-together and stay. No need to send you off. You just listen to what I say this morning."

"Okay, let's get together next time. Come and play if you have nothing to do."

Zhu Zhaoyue left happily, and Song Tingran didn't stay with her much. It was easy to tell from her appearance that she was anxious to go home and prepare.

Since Song Tingran agreed, he also started writing a letter at the counter.

Sang Cheng came over and said, "My wife, you have been talking for so long."

"Well, Master Zhu asked me to write a letter. I still want Han Congxing to renew our relationship."

Sang Cheng looked shocked. He had a good impression of Zhu Zhaoyue and hoped that Han Congxing would have a good life.

"Master Wife, what are you going to have for lunch? Qian Hui has cooked. Let's eat together or go back to the restaurant."

"What did they do?"

"It's just home-cooked food. The taste is definitely not as good as the ones at home, but it's okay to watch."

Song Tingran refused. Given this condition, it would be better to go eat delicious food, so he told Sang Cheng that he would write the letter in a while and take him out to eat, just in time to deliver the letter to Qi Gui.

Sang Cheng stood obediently next to Song Tingran, waiting.

The letter was a bit long, but Song Tingran wrote it in detail, including Zhu Zhaoyue's identity, how she met her, and her family situation.

This can also give Korean girls a reference.

During this period, Sang Cheng just looked at Song Tingran's side face quietly, stunned.

"There are flowers on my face, they keep staring at me."

Song Tingran re-read the written letter to make sure there were no problems. This was a big deal.

"Better looking than flowers." Sang Cheng said softly and placed his hand on hers.

Song Tingran put the letter away and held Sang Cheng's hand. The two of them went to eat first and then delivered the letter.

Sang Cheng became more and more confused as he walked. He thought he was going to a restaurant for dinner, but it turned out that he was going in the right direction at first, but the further he walked, the worse he felt.

"Master Wife, shouldn't we go back to the restaurant for dinner?"

"No, I eat the food at home every day. I came out today and brought you something else to eat."

"Okay, then what shall we eat, Wife?" He jumped happily for a few steps, and then returned to normal. After all, we were on the street.

Song Tingran actually didn't know which store to go to, but she knew that there were a lot of delicious food here, either restaurants or food stalls, which were crowded and delicious.

Mainly because of the atmosphere here, everyone who comes here has to eat two more bowls of rice.

"You can eat whatever you want. Let's go check it out, buy a bunch of it, and eat it as hard as you can."

"it is good!"

The two held hands, but before they reached it, they heard shouting.

A wide range of snacks are available.

"My wife, I want to eat this. It looks delicious."

Sang Cheng pointed at the soft jujube cake and rubbed his little hands. Song Tingran turned around and the vendor immediately started packing.

"My wife, that one looks good too. Is it Qingshui?"

"It seems like, have a bowl."

Song Tingran thought the noodles were pretty average, but there were so many people here and the atmosphere was good, which made people want to eat it.

"Wow, Wife, and over there and over there."

Sang Cheng was like a little rabbit, running around with food in his hand and food in his mouth, and Song Tingran just followed behind.

The two bought a lot and couldn't take any more, so they found a place to sit down.