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

Chapter 283 The Wooden Statue Has Spirit 22

Why not slap yourself and see if you are dreaming?

"Snapped!"

Xie Anan slapped himself, covering his face and muttering, "Hiss! It hurts a little, this shouldn't be a dream..."

"Thank you! Ann! Ann!"

“Who told me I was afraid of pain???”

A familiar and stern voice was heard. Xie Anan froze and slowly turned her head to see Song Wenjing holding food at the door.

Good news: This is not a dream, Brother Song has really become a human!

Bad news: I’m going to get scolded again!

It's all his own fault!

It’s over, it’s over. He slapped himself. Brother Song must be angry again.

e=e=(っ*′□`)っ

Song Wenjing prepared the meal and happily brought it to Xie Anan, hoping that Xie Anan would not have any psychological burden.

He is no longer angry.

but……

Song Wenjing never expected that as soon as he opened the door, he saw Xie Anan bravely giving him a loud slap in the face.

Is his wife a masochist?

He committed suicide by cutting his wrists in the morning and slapped himself in the afternoon!

It's so awesome.

Song Wenjing calmly placed the food on the table, walked up to Xie Anan, and clearly saw the red marks of a slap on his fair face.

You can clearly see how hard Xie Anan is trying. She is simply abusing her own body.

Tears glistened in Xie Anan's eyes and his lips trembled slightly, as if any ferocious expression from Song Wenjing would immediately make him cry.

Seeing him like this, Song Wenjing stopped what he was about to say. He forced a smile and said with a look of pity, "An An, next time a mosquito bites your face, don't bite it so hard."

"Look at how deep the slap mark is on your face. Even if you don't feel bad, I do. Be gentler next time. Is that big mosquito dead?"

What can he do when he sees his wife about to cry?

He could only give him a way out, and he swore that he would give him a good talk next time.

Ouch! Look at this delicate little face, how pitiful it is!

Xie Anan followed Song Wenjing's words and said, "Brother Song, that mosquito was so annoying. It kept me awake, so I couldn't help but use a little strength."

"Hehehe, I've killed that mosquito and thrown the body outside. Brother Song~, my face hurts so much (?д?; )."

Sitting on the bed, with her head tilted and her hands covering the face that had just been hit, she looked at Song Wenjing with grievance, tears about to fall.

It’s as if he’s saying, he feels so wronged, Brother Song, I want a hug~

Song Wenjing thought to himself: Oh! You still know you're in pain? You know it hurts, yet you slap yourself, and it's so loud?

It should teach you a lesson.

"Let me see. Be more careful next time." Song Wenjing took his hand away and took a look. An An was quite energetic. "I'll go get some medicine and apply it on you. Stay here and don't move."

"Otherwise, the wound on your wrist will open again, and you'll scream in pain at me again..."

Xie Anan nodded timidly: "Okay."

After Xie Anan applied the medicine, she sat at the table to eat. After taking a bite, she turned her head to look at Song Wenjing who was sitting on the chair, "Brother Song, have you eaten yet?"

"I've already eaten, you can eat." He was still angry, how could he eat? He had just eaten some bread and was not hungry now.

If he can’t scold his wife, can’t he just sulk by himself?

Song Wenjing drank a glass of water to calm himself down. He wanted to find someone to talk to, but the system had problems again.

"Oh!" Xie Anan had done two big things today and was already dizzy with hunger. He swept away the food on the table like a reincarnated ghost.

After a burp, I felt energetic again.

When Song Wenjing saw that he had finished eating, he said, "I've already given Grandpa the medicine. He's almost waking up now. Go talk to him."

"Okay, Brother Song, come over later."

Song Wenjing was stunned for a moment, then his tone softened a little, "Okay, I'll be there in a minute."

When Song Wenjing was about to go over, Xie Anan had already walked out, crouching down and gently closing the door.

Turning around and seeing Song Wenjing, he walked up to Song Wenjing and whispered, "I chatted with grandpa for a while, and he fell asleep again."

In fact, he was just chatting alone and grandpa was listening.

When he mentioned that there was one more person in the house, his grandfather's fingers seemed to move, but when he wanted to confirm, his grandfather's fingers were no longer moving.

"Well, let's wait until next time. Grandpa's mental state is not good. Tomorrow I will go to the county to find a way to handle the household registration, as well as the house."

Song Wenjing planned to go to the county tomorrow to inquire and see if there was any way to solve the problem with money.

Xie Anan nodded, "Okay, how about we go talk to the village chief?"

He also wanted to go with Brother Song, but he couldn't leave because his grandfather was at home and he had to keep an eye on his grandfather's condition at all times.

If the village chief helps, it should be handled faster, but it is a bit difficult to get in touch with the village chief.

The relationship between the two families can't be said to be good, so there is no reason for them to help you.

Forget about Lin Wenyao, he can't help at all.

"No, let's go to the county first and see if we can buy it with silver. As long as it can be bought with silver, it's not a problem. After I leave tomorrow, I don't want to see any wounds on your body again."

Song Wenjing still couldn't help but preach to Xie Anan. He had to get Xie Anan's affirmation, otherwise he would always feel anxious.

"I'll definitely be back before tomorrow night. I won't stay long. Don't let your mind wander. If you do, find something to do."

"Don't let your little head have so many weird ideas, okay?"

Xie Anan's face was unnatural. "I know, Brother Song, I promise I won't hurt myself. You have to come back soon. I'll wait for you at home."

Well, he really didn’t mean it (?′w`?).

"That's fine. Now I still have a little trust in you." Song Wenjing stretched out his finger and gestured.

Xie Anan's eyes widened. "Brother Song, how could you do this? Your trust in me is as small as a peanut. This is not fair."