A bitch?

Tang Huan was a little doubtful that she had heard it wrong. Song Mo would curse people?

Not to mention Uncle Song Er, who was obedient to Jinzhi, was just a troublesome guardian with her. At most, he only slapped her a few times and never scolded her...

It seems that the butcher’s disgust towards the daffodils is not a little bit!

Putting down the fan in his hand, Tang Huan looked at the man with contempt and slowly walked towards him. Finally, he stopped in front of the chopping board, and his tone was sad: "Song Mo, you know I like you, it's fine if you don't like me, why hurt people like this? What I do on weekdays is a bit out of order, but I am a widow, how can I support myself without showing up? I don't think I did anything bad, why are you a bitch? Because those men I took home? Song Mo, they are all used to anger you, just to see if you will taste good. In fact, I just drank two glasses of wine with them and did nothing next to me. Don't take it seriously! Oh, I understand, you saw that I was too close to other men and got angry, so I scolded me, right? You said it earlier, I would have said it earlier..."

"Get out, let's talk nonsense here again, don't blame me for being polite."

Song Mozhen didn't expect that the widow's face was so thick. Hearing that she was chattering endlessly regardless of his expression, he interrupted her with a loud shout and looked at her angrily.

"What are you doing with such a loud voice?"

Tang Huan took a step back in fear, angrily glanced at him, then changed the round fan to the left hand to block the left side, raised his right hand and touched the collar, pulled it to the side in front of Song Mo, looking at him charmingly: "Why are you so rude? Song Mo, you are so masculinity, really makes me like you more and more. It's a pity that now it's in broad daylight, there are many ears and ears on the street, so it's inconvenient for us to do things. Otherwise, you come over the wall to find me at night, or I go to find you and ask you to take me out with anger? Don't worry, my body is still innocent. If you inspect the goods yourself, you will know that the Narcissus has always guarded you like jade!"

With a pull of his hand, a piece of snow-white skin was exposed. Because of the cover of a round fan, and her coincidence of standing, no one except the man opposite could see the scenery on her neck.

Song Mo turned around as soon as she pulled her collar, narrowed her eyes, and his voice became colder: "Do you still have..."

Tang Huan smiled and stepped forward, tilted his head to look at him, "Are you ashamed? Of course not, you are so cold, if I am not a little thick-skinned, how can I chase you? But Song Mo, don't worry, I'll just use this kind of badness to you. How about it, I'll go find you tonight?" As he said that, he stretched out a round fan and wanted to touch his arm.

"roll!"

Song Mo snatched the fan and threw it out hard. His eyes looked like a knife, as if she dared to continue talking nonsense, he would use the knife to chop her.

When he yelled, the whole street seemed to be quiet.

As early as when Tang Huan came to find Song Mo, many people around him paid attention to this place. Now seeing Song Tu quarreling with the little widow with a cold face, they were all shocked. They stopped walking, the sellers forgot to weigh them, and the buyers did not rush to urge them. They all stared at the two excitedly. One was the most sexy pretty woman in the town, and the other was the butcher with a cold face. I don’t know why the two quarreled?

If this were other women, they would have been so embarrassed that they would have cried out in public, but Tang Huan didn't blush. She walked to the street to pick up a round fan, blew the soil, then pinched her waist with one hand and swayed the fan, and stood on the street and cursed, "Song Mo, you are too unreasonable! We are neighbors after all. I was bullied that night. Thanks to your roar across the wall, he scared him away. The Narcissus is really grateful to you! It's just that he was in a coma a few days ago.

If I don’t wake up, I can’t come to thank you. Today, I finally came back from the gate of hell and did nothing else. I came here to thank you first. Look, I still have a white veil on my head. With this intention, you can’t treat me like this! Now, in front of everyone, I clearly tell you that it is impossible for you to let me sleep with you for a night. I have to be a widow for my husband, but I don’t mind kissing you, how about it?”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was uproaring, muttering and pointing.

Tang Huan shook the fan proudly and looked at Song Mo provocatively.

Song Mo frowned and looked at the arrogant woman, and doubts appeared in his eyes. The widow had stopped him before, but he could not stand it when he glared at him. Later, he provoked him, that is, he threw stones through the wall to make trouble. He didn't want to make a fuss with a widow, so he didn't teach her a lesson. But why did she suddenly become so... shameless today?

"Whatever you say."

Faced with the suspicion and contempt of everyone, Song Mo was unwilling to explain and confronted a shrew. He disdained to do it, turned around and continued to do his own thing.

Tang Huan paused for a moment.

The cursing person is not afraid of his opponent's scolding. If the other party scolds him, she will scold him in a louder voice and completely defeat his opponent. But she is most afraid of encountering Song Mo. If he blushed and he couldn't speak, it means he was guilty, but he remained unchanged in his face and didn't explain it. He completely treated her like a mad dog biting people, which made people suspect that she was talking nonsense.

She walked towards the shop door again and said complainingly: "Okay, okay, every time I can't tell you, you will do this. Forget it, let's not talk about that, Song Mo, cut me two kilograms of ribs. I have a headache, so I have to stew some soup to replenish it."

Song Mo turned his back to her, put down his work, picked up a sharp kitchen knife that had just been sharpened in the morning, turned around, and walked slowly towards her.

"Hey, you look at Song Tu's eyes. Could it be that you want to kill the little widow?"

"No, even if the young widow talks nonsense, it will not kill people? Should we come forward and persuade? Isn't it good to cause a life?"

"Shut up, the couple is flirting with each other. What does it have to do with you old man? Go, wipe the table inside again when you are idle!" The latter's wife rushed out angrily, pushing and shoving her man back to the shop. Before entering the door, the proprietress glared at Tang Huan's figure, thinking that it would be better if the vixen was hacked to death, so as to save the man's soul from being sent out to seduce the soul.

Tang Huan didn't believe that Song Mo would be so impulsive that he would chop her. As if he didn't see his fierce eyes, she lowered her head, pinched her fingers and flipped over the ribs on the chopping board, and finally pointed to one place and said, "Just want this, cut it smaller for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the knife fell directly towards her hand.

Tang Huan's eyes narrowed slightly, but his hands were shaking, and he still stopped there steadily, with a low and ambiguous voice: "Song Mo, if you really cut off my hand, we will have less fun in the future."

When she finished speaking, the knife had been stuck above the back of her hand for a long time, and the sharp blade was less than a finger from the delicate skin.

Tang Huanmei smiled, "Look, I know you can't bear to leave, Song Mo, tonight..."

"Take your hand away." Song Mo didn't raise his head and said coldly.

This time, Tang Huan stopped when he saw it, happily withdrew his hand, turned his head, and threw a smug look at the onlookers, very proud.

Song Mo didn't look at her, and he raised his knife and cut the ribs neatly, just two pounds were not much or less. After wrapping, he put the oil paper on the chopping board, "two cents of silver."

"Two cents?" Tang Huan widened his eyes, "Song Mo, don't think I don't know how much pork ribs you sell here, how can I give others thirty cents, and it will turn into a pound of one pound when I come to me?"

Song Mo wiped his hands with a cloth, "If you buy it, take it away, if you don't buy it, get out." Qingjun's face had no expression at all.

Tang Huan covered her stomach and laughed, "Haha, Song Mo, you, you are a pig slaughter, meat seller, sure enough, you can do business! Okay, I buy it, two cents, two cents, as long as you are happy, don't say two cents, I'm willing to give up two cents." Why is the butcher who doesn't beat her when he is angry but will take advantage of her with ribs, so why is this person funny!

Amid everyone's strange eyes, Tang Huan took out a piece of broken silver and threw it on the chopping board. While Song Mo was going to get it, she quickly touched his hand, "Song Mo, you are like you more and more, I like you more and more. I like you so much, and I don't dislike the smell of pork in your hand!" After that, before he cut off people, he picked up the ribs and left quickly.

Song Mo did not react at all, wiped his hands, raised his eyes and glanced at everyone: "What do you want to buy?"

Everyone was stunned, and then they pushed each other and scattered.

Who is here to buy meat? They are here to watch the fun!

When the crowd dispersed, Song Mo couldn't help but look at the restaurant there, frowned slightly.

If such a woman who ignores her face and is not afraid of death comes to bother her again, what should he do? He really holds her down and beats her up?

Tang Huan returned to the restaurant with a smile on his face. Tang Yuan was still scared: "Madam, why are you so bold? If Song Tu is really cruel..."

"It's okay, I'm fine. Okay, let the kitchen deliver food. If I don't eat, I'll starve to death." Tang Huan was still sitting at the table near the door, waved his hand and urged. She kept the dumplings to let her do her business, not by her discipline.

After Tangyuan left, Tang Huan ordered a friend, "In the future, this location will be reserved for me so that the guests can sit somewhere else."

The guy was embarrassed: "Boss, then, what if the tables next to him are full?" I have heard of the restaurant in the Zhanjia room, where can the small restaurant occupy the table? Or will the boss own it? Do you still want to do business?

Tang Huan glared at him: "I said I would keep it for me, and even if it affects business, I will make less money. Why are you worried about it?"

The guy was very aggrieved: "I'm not a substitute for my boss..."

Tang Huan waved his hand to coax people: "Go, hurry up and go, don't wander in front of my eyes." After saying that, he looked at Song Mo and happened to see Song Mo looking over here. Tang Huan immediately replied with a warm and bright smile, waved his hand to him, signaling him to come and have dinner together. Unfortunately, she just raised her hand and Song Mo had already walked in.

Tang Huan changed to holding her cheek with one hand, with a smile on the corner of her lips still turning, and her eyes slowly turned back, but it fell on a man in a blue robe at the door and stopped.

Lin Peizhi looked at her quietly, his face full of sadness: "It turns out that Narcissus likes that butcher, and would rather not do business than look at each other from afar."

As he said that, before Tang Huan could speak, he walked straight in, sat down on Tang Huan's right side, looked at the white veil on Tang Huan's forehead, feeling distressed and sad: "I was drunk and confused that night, and I hurt you. I have been guilty for the past few days. I want to see you, but I am afraid of making you angry. Today I really can't help it. Come and try my luck to see if I can meet you. Who would think my Narcissus fell in love with others so soon?"

The man has a fair and handsome face, a pair of peach blossom eyes, and a romantic and affectionate love words come out of him. Even if it is fake, as long as he looks at his eyes, he will most likely be sucked in and will not pull it away.

It's a good guy!

Tang Huan really admired the Narcissus. He saw such a good man in front of him, but he was so devoted to Song Mo's ice cube!

Feelings are indeed something that cannot be understood...

With a chuckling, Tang Huan raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Look, Young Master Lin said this very nicely, but, if I died in a poor life that night, what would happen to Young Master Lin?"

Lin Peizhi stared at her affectionately: "If the Narcissus really dies because of me, then I will follow you and be a pair of mandarin ducks in the underworld with you."

Tang Huan smiled and raised his hand, gently stroked his face, and slid his fingers to the corner of his eyes, saying regretfully: "Your eyes are so beautiful, but unfortunately, I won't believe you no matter how beautiful it is. Master Lin, you should save money. I only like Song Mo now and I am not interested in you."

Lin Peizhi held her hand and kneaded it ambiguously, "But I like you more, what should I do?"

The author has something to say: Aoaoao, I can finally update it, publish it first and then catch insects!!!

Thank you for your thunder, Momo~

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