LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 814 Even if he is not here, do you still have to stay in his room?
Li Fengmei: "It's okay. My Zhuangzhuang is in good health. There will definitely be time when he comes back. Then I will let him go to the embroidery workshop to work."
"Go quickly, don't waste time, be careful on the road." Song Tingran was concerned.
Li Fengmei agreed and pulled Li Zhuangzhuang away quickly. He looked back and finally had to leave.
As soon as I entered the embroidery workshop, I felt very lively. There were originally some flowers and plants planted in the front yard, but it was not in season now. Some are bare.
Cloths of various colors and patterns are placed in this courtyard, but they are much brighter. Guests will be attracted by these cloths as soon as they enter.
Moreover, the door of the embroidery workshop is always open during the day, so anyone passing by can see it if they look inside.
Because there were many family members, Song Tingran didn't go in and went home directly, while Chang Yuqiao stayed in Xiufang.
Song Tingran saw that the sheepskin was almost drying before. It had been washed and processed before drying, and it didn't smell much.
She went directly to Chang Yuqiao's house, because his house was complete with everything. As long as there was fabric, a set of clothes could be cut here.
But now that Changyu Bridge is in Xiufang, Song Tingran has temporarily requisitioned it.
Sang Cheng watched Song Tingran enter the Changyuqiao house, and he also walked over.
Knock on the door.
Song Tingran, who was just about to start construction, was shocked. Could it be that Changyuqiao came back so soon?
This is not his character. There are so many customers in the embroidery workshop, and there is a 99% chance that he will not come back.
This 0.01 chance made Song Tingran feel uncomfortable. When he opened the door, it was not Changyuqiao but Sang Cheng.
This might as well be a long fish bridge.
"Sang Cheng? Why...are you here?" Song Tingran finally understood what a guilty conscience meant. It was so strange for her to ask this question, and it was not fluent and unnatural.
Sang Cheng looked inside and was immediately blocked by Song Tingran. He smiled and said, "My wife, the third brother should not be at home. I saw him going to the embroidery workshop this morning, so I came to tell you."
"Oh, I know. I went to Liu Qiaojiang's house with Qiao just now and came back together. I know he is in the embroidery workshop."
"Well..." Sang Cheng stood at the door.
"If you have nothing to do, go and do your work. I'll be here for a while." Song Tingran wanted to start construction quickly, so that Sang Chenghui could see the surprise in advance.
Sang Cheng felt a little lonely, "My wife, third brother is not here either. You will be bored here alone. Why don't you go to my room and I will accompany you."
I really wanted to agree, but Song Tingran was worried about the surprise and refused.
After the door closed, Song Tingran immediately started to pretend to cut. Carpets are usually square, but this sheepskin is not just right. It is difficult.
Sang Cheng stood at the door for a while and left silently, feeling mixed emotions and thinking a lot.
He swept the stairs with a broom, and tears flowed down unknowingly.
Sweeping and crying at the same time.
There was the smell of food in Bai's kitchen. It was Wen Ci and Wen Li who were making lunch. They said lunch was simple, so they didn't ask Sang Cheng to help and asked him to have a rest.
But Sang Cheng just had a restless temper and was looking for something to do.
Even though the third brother is not here, the wife is willing to stay in his house. Everyone has a skill, but I don’t have it. Even if I was given a stone gambling shop to take care of it, it would actually have no effect. I don’t have any children yet. Body... Sang Cheng thought too much, and he, who was already sensitive, couldn't stop crying.
After sweeping the stairs halfway, he started crying so hard that he had a headache. He had no choice but to go back to the house alone.
Lying on the bed, Sang Cheng felt a little better and took out a handkerchief to wipe his face.
He looked at everything in the room and suddenly felt a little dull. He ignored his headache and immediately got up to clean up.
He has to work hard to make his wife come and stay with him, even if he is not here, just like just now.
Song Tingran didn't know anything about these things, so he took the scissors and fiddled with them, but he couldn't cut them flat.
Throwing away the things in his hands, Song Tingran fell on the bed in Changyuqiao and rolled a few times.
Compromised.
Who said that boxy carpets only look good, while irregular ones are even more innovative!
"Come on!" Song Tingran encouraged himself and sat on the stool again, preparing to change his mind.
Unexpectedly, Wen Ci was sick in the yard and called her name, "My wife, where are you? It's time to have lunch."
It's lunch time so soon. Song Tingran has been busy for so long, but there is zero progress in co-writing.
Things are quite messy, so I just put them here for now and work on them in the afternoon.
She walked out of the house in Changyuqiao. Wen Ci was stunned and said, "Well, it's time to eat, Wife."
Song Tingran was also stunned. Shi Yan, Qiao Jinshu, and Zaizai were all back, including Chang Yuqiao.
Sure enough, time passes the fastest when you are doing things seriously.
And he didn't even realize that time had passed.
"Okay, I'm going to wash my hands."
Qiao Jinshu was so thief that he followed Song Tingran to the bathroom to wash his hands together.
Song Tingran was washing, and he was washing too, moving his hands around in the basin.
"Jinshu, please slow down, the water is jumping on me."
"I'll wipe it for you, my wife."
"No, no, no, no, your hands are wet too. You're using my clothes as a handkerchief."
Qiao Jinshu chuckled. Song Tingran looked at him and asked, "Tell me, what's the matter?"
"Well...it's nothing. It's just about helping the dog get a new name. Brother has already done it. Have you gone and told Tong Gui?"
Oops.
Fortunately, Qiao Jinshu reminded her, otherwise Song Tingran would have forgotten about being busy with the sheepskin rug, so she directly took out the ball of paper.
"Just in time, I also want to ask you something, how to say this."
Qiao Jinshu's eyes averted as he took the paper ball and said, "My wife, do you want to play a paper ball game?"
"Open." Song Tingran didn't answer.
"Oh, just open it. Don't be so fierce. Wife, I'll just open it. You have to be nice to me and be gentle to me..." He muttered.
Song Tingran was so amused by his appearance that she wanted to laugh, but she had to hold it back, "You changed the name that Shi Yan wrote. Can you not make it so obvious? I can see it right away."
"What are you talking about, wife? How could I, how dare I exchange my eldest brother's things? Isn't this my eldest brother's handwriting? Look, look."
Song Tingran closed the bathroom door, pressed Qiao Jinshu here, took the paper, and held it in front of him.
"This is Shi Yan's calligraphy, are you sure?"
"Hmm... Wife, do you think, if it's not the eldest brother's name, then whose name is it?" Guilty +1.
Song Tingran threw the paper ball on the ground, held Qiao Jinshu's face and kissed it, making a "chirp" sound.
"Whose font do you think it is?"
I was so confused by Qiao Jinshu, can I still get a reward? He posted it again and again.
"Master Wife, I wrote it. I think what I wrote is also very good. I just wanted Tong Gui to pick it out together. I didn't want to use Big Brother's, so let's pick it out together~ Who knew you would see it, Master Wife? You still understand me."