MTL - Scumbags Follow the Good System-Chapter 120 The one-armed tailor of the Shura field

"Where did it come from?" Seeing Congliang's silence, Song Chen threw the empty bottle on the floor and smashed it, "Is it Doctor Qiu?!"

Song Chen pointed his finger at Congliang's nose, "You, you, you are getting more and more... shameless!"

Song Chen had never scolded anyone, and the phrase "shameless" that he could come up with after searching his stomach repeated over and over again, pointing at Cong Liang's thin and white fingertips, Cong Liang restrained his desire to lick his lips, and licked his lips dryly. explained: "It's not..."

"It's not Dr. Qiu..." Song Chen circled around Cong Liang on the floor, and after a while, his small body quivered, and exclaimed, "Could it be Dr. Liu from the west of the city?!"

There were still tears in Song Chen's eyes, and he pointed at Congliang in disbelief, "you you you" for a long time, this time, even "shameless" couldn't express his grief.

"Then Dr. Liu has been practicing medicine all his life, and now he's over fifty years old. He still has regular free clinics. You, you... How can you do it!"

From Liangzheng turned around to light the candle on the table, she couldn't hold back the "poof" music, she held the candlestick and turned her head to look at Song Chen, and saw his face flushed red and misty eyes. It was full of reproaches, and his face was bulging under the flickering candlelight, and he didn't know how many times more attractive than the steamed buns just now.

Congliang didn't even know which onion Dr. Liu Shizi, Dr. Qiu, was, but she didn't know how to explain the nutrient solution, so she shook her head dumbfoundedly, "No."

"Then who gave you this thing?" Song Chen looked at Cong Liang with doubts, "You are not from the outer city..."

"Do I have to steal it from someone?" Congliang couldn't listen anymore, "Can't I ask someone to bring beauty and beauty from somewhere else?"

"Are you rich?" Song Chen looked at the broken bottle on the ground, "This kind of glass bottle is very expensive, if you don't... Who will buy it for you?"

Cong Liang put the candlestick on the wall, sat weakly at the table, propped his dizzy forehead on his arm, and finally understood the situation where he was speechless.

Apparently, glass has not appeared in this dynasty. Song Chen thought it was Liuli, and there was nothing wrong with it. Besides, she remembered that the original body not only climbed the wall, but also a bad gambler. She once gambled away all her clothes and asked the eldest baby to redeem her record. In addition to sleeping with people, it is impossible to have money to let others bring such "precious" things.

"Damn it..." Congliang couldn't help but scolded in a low voice, saying it was wrong.

"No, no, no!" Congliang was also a little excited: "I keep you **** in the house every day, where am I going to steal a man?!"

Song Chen didn't say a word, just looked at Congliang, his eyes were not aggressive, soft, even sad, very easy to understand, if you say no, then you explain clearly.

Cong Liang felt uncomfortable looking at her, her face turned red when she held back, her forehead was smoking, Song Chen looked at her reluctantly, she really didn't do anything, grabbed Song Chen's arm, The man pulled over and hugged his waist.

Congliang was sitting at the table, with her hands around Song Chen's waist and her head on Song Chen's chest. Even if she was hungry and dizzy, she still had the strength to play hooligan to the big baby. After Song Chen was trapped, the whole person After shaking a bit, it froze into a human stick.

I wanted to hug Song Chen for a long time, but when I hugged Song Chen, I felt even more distressed. This physique was not much stronger than the one who had stomach problems in the previous life, and he was not as tall as she remembered. , According to the plot, the little tailor will be crowned in one year, and what he will look like at the age of nineteen should be basically finalized.

This is definitely because the nutrition did not keep up with the growth of the body...

With a sigh, Congliang wrapped Song Chen's waist, and pulled him into his arms again. He looked up at Song Chen and said, "You just have to believe me, if I say no, it means no," Congliang said roguely: "" The old ones don't count..."

Song Chen's stomach was covered with a soft piece, and his body was instantly stiff, which reminded Song Chen instantly of how this piece of body that was close to him was tactfully under other bodies, and how that piece of softness changed shape in the hands of others, and suddenly felt in his stomach. A tumbling.

The witness that time left a deep impression on him, and he lost all expectations for his wife, the role that would accompany him for the rest of his life.

"Don't touch me!" Song Chen vigorously pushed Congliang away, "You really make people..."

The word disgusting, along with the chair that Congliang was sitting on, fell to the ground and was scattered. Congliang was originally weak, and he was completely unprepared for the big baby, so he fell and called a strong one.

Although she didn't feel any pain, and she didn't feel anything because of the fall, the original dizziness and the fact that the back of her head just hit the floor, she felt that her brain was scattered, the world was spinning, and she didn't crawl on the ground for a long time. stand up.

Song Chen stood in the same position with his hands still pushing people, staring blankly at Cong Liang, and after recovering, he went to help people in a panic, but unexpectedly rushed forward and knocked the table down again.

Song Chen said, "Ah!" With a sound, the foot that came forward happened to trip on the leg of the table that fell to the ground, and he fell towards Cong Liang without being biased.

Poor Cong Liangcai got up, dodged the broken pieces of porcelain blown by the teapot that fell from the table, and was crushed down by Song Chen.

The back of the head was cold and hot at first, don't look at it, it must have been stabbed firmly, Cong Liang opened his eyes, and wanted to ask Song Chen if he wanted to kill someone. However, Song Chen looked at his hand in horror.

From Liangshun's line of sight, Song Chen's hand was stained with blood on the floor. It was blood from the back of her head, mixed with tea sprinkled from a broken teapot. It looked scary, but there was actually not much blood.

Song Chen trembled with his hands in his arms, wanting to help Congliang's head, he gestured twice but didn't dare to move, thinking that he had killed someone, his eyelashes trembled quickly, and a bunch of tears fell.

As soon as Cong Liang saw Song Chen's tears, he didn't care about what happened to him, he hugged Song Chen's back and pulled him to comfort him.

"Don't be afraid, I'm just hungry," Cong Liang said, "get me something to eat, and I'll be fine."

She was really hungry, and she all blamed the system for being a jerk. If she didn't synchronize her senses, how could she fall with just a push.

Congliang stretched out his hand and dragged a small piece of porcelain from the back of his head, and held it up to Song Chen to see, "Don't be afraid, baby, this little thing won't kill anyone, I'm dizzy because of hunger, so I didn't get up for a while."

She said and smiled, and took the opportunity to pat Song Chen's ass, "You get me something to eat, I promise to be alive."

Song Chen was originally frightened, but for a while, he asked Congliang to hug his back and pat his **** again, and his whole person was as red as a persimmon.

Seeing that Congliang really didn't look like he was going to die, he hurriedly got up, jumped up from the ground, and wanted to help Congliang, but when he saw Congliang's face full of hooligans, he retracted his outstretched hand as if it was scalded, and opened the door." Deng Deng Deng" ran away.

Cong Liang smiled and sighed, feeling that Song Chen in this life was like a little rabbit. She was paralyzed on the ground for a while, took out a bottle of nutrient solution in the space and drank it again, and after a while, she got up.

"Humans are iron rice or steel..." Congliang sighed and touched his back with his hand. He was soaking wet, and his hair was stained with blood, strands of sticky strands.

She had to take a bath, and then let Song Chen change the bed for her. From good to know, Song Chen is a soft-hearted person. She was very clean when she came over. It can be seen that Song Chen was imprisoning her original body, and she even washed clothes.

Tsk tsk in my heart, my eyes are so good, in order to let her eat something, I personally went into battle as an adulterer and threw buns.

Congliang dragged the unbearable chains, sat on the bed, rubbed his fingers, thinking about the two that he took advantage of just now, he couldn't hold back and laughed again, this is not a prison, Congliang muttered: "This is obviously fun? …”

Song Chen really thought the same as she thought. It didn't take long for her to come in with the food and the bandaged medicine. The smile on Cong Liang's face couldn't be suppressed. As soon as she saw Song Chen's appearance, she always wanted to make fun of it maliciously. tease.

The house was a mess, Song Chen went around the table, brought over the white rice porridge, and put it on the small table beside the bed. Holding the medicine, he glanced at Congliang, pursed his lips, and put it down.

"I'm dizzy," Congliang leaned against the bedpost and snorted twice, "feed me..."

Looking at Song Chen with good eyes, he tiptoed his feet and put it down again. He wanted to jump, but he suppressed it. He took a deep breath and suppressed the desire to grab people and rub them a couple of times. ~”

Song Chen turned around to clean up the mess in the house, planning to wait for Congliang to finish eating before dressing her up. Hearing Congliang's words, his whole body froze, and his eyes turned red with anger.

He said viciously: "Don't use you... that set on me!" Song Chen said, "I'm not those, those..." Song Chen's mouth trembled with anger, and tears fell again, "I, I won't eat your that. set!"

When Congliang saw his popularity, he wanted to reach out and grab it. Song Chen quickly jumped back and avoided it. Congliang's eyebrows twitched, his face slowly turned red, and he felt sorry for Song Chen's appearance, but he didn't know why, he just wanted to laugh .

Song Chen thought she was teasing him. If she laughed, she would definitely drive Song Chen away. Once she ran away, she didn't know when she would come back, so she couldn't laugh.

Cong Liang pursed his lips, his face sullen, he took the bowl and drank the porridge aggressively.

Song Chen wiped away his tears and cleaned up the house. After cleaning up, Cong Liang also drank two bowls. The rice porridge should be made from leftover rice.

But it is very fragrant, and there are small pickles. The most intimate thing is that the two bowls are not satisfied. The amount is exactly the amount that she has been hungry for a long time and should not eat more.

Can this really be called captivity? Cong Liang remembered a phrase he heard somewhere, arsenic and frost for him, honey for me, **** for him, heaven for me!

Seeing that Congliang had finished eating, Song Chen was holding a medicine bottle and a cloth strip to wrap her up, but Congliang gently grabbed her sleeve. Although she had enough to eat and drink, she really wanted to be a hooligan, especially in front of Song Chen, who was jumping at every turn.

But she was afraid that Song Chen would think that she was teasing him as a wild man, and she would cry again, so she had no choice but to hug him instead of going up, but pulled her sleeves.

"I want to take a shower first." Cong Liang said, licking his lips.

Song Chen was holding the medicine bottle, staring down at his sleeves, not looking at Congliang, he nodded casually when he heard the words.

"I want to change the quilt," Cong Liang said. "By the way, get me a new set of clothes, not the old ones."

Song Chen looked at Cong Liang suspiciously, and Cong Liang waited for him to look at him, and instantly burst into a smile that he thought was very energetic. "I want to wear your clothes."

The author has something to say: Song Chen: I don't eat your set! (rabbit face)

Congliang: You lied, you have eaten for several lifetimes, and you cannot escape! Ahahaha (grey wolf face)