Chapter 883 (1/2)

Tang Bing naturally dared not say anything to Xiao Chen's master and mother, who was sleeping in the next room opposite, and let Xiao Chen take advantage of her.

Anyway, Xiao Chen regards Tang Bing as his own woman, which is nothing.

As for Mo Xiaowan, no matter what Xiao Chen does to her, she doesn't seem to resist, but will like and shy.

”Xiao Chen, I'm cold.” Mo Xiaowan said.

When Xiao Chen let go of Tang Bing, he turned and hugged Mo Xiaowan.

Mo Xiaowan's body is soft and smooth, and there is a faint body fragrance on her. Xiao Chen also likes it very much. Now Mo Xiaowan is like a little cat, shrinking comfortably in Xiao Chen's arms.

Tang Bing just hated Xiao Chen taking advantage of her. After Xiao Chen let go, he didn't hold each other anymore. I don't know why, Tang Bing felt very uncomfortable again.

This bastard.

Tang Bing scolded again.

She doesn't know whether she hates Xiao Chen or likes to hold her like that?

Anyway, after Xiao Chen let go, he really felt much colder.

Xiao Chen felt that Tang Bing seemed a little cold, so he looked at her and said, ”it's not cold when you sleep close to my back.”

…

The next morning, when Xiao Chen woke up, the two women had not got up. However, when the sun rises, the temperature in the morning is much higher than that in the evening.

Xiao Chen got up to wash, put on his clothes, went downstairs and saw that Shifu and Shiniang had got up.

As usual, one is doing his own locking, the other is reading or drying herbs.

It's been like this all these years anyway.

Master Xiao Chen can't come to see a doctor unless a patient comes to see a doctor.

”Breakfast is ready. Call them up.”

When the two women came down, they found that they didn't rest so early in the big city.

Of course, I usually get up so early, so both women sleep very energetic.

Sitting there for breakfast, Xiao Chen unexpectedly saw widow Wang wearing a pink skirt and a coat coming with a basket.

Now Xiao Chen understands why the villagers like to gossip about widow Wang behind her back, and why the villagers say widow Wang is coquettish.

Obviously, although the widow Wang's dress is still a little rustic, it seems a little out of place compared with those village women in the village.

However, if it is in a big city or even a small county, the other party's dress is normal and shows nothing.

If these villagers go to Binhai city and see many young white-collar women exposed directly, they feel that it is detrimental to the social atmosphere.

”Sister Wang, are you here?”

”I just got some pickles. I know you like breakfast, so I sent some.”

Widow Wang knows that only people in big cities can eat breakfast, while those in rural areas basically eat breakfast, that is, at eight or nine o'clock, at noon, at dinner, or not at noon.

But in big cities, breakfast, lunch, dinner and even supper are clearly divided.

This pickle was learned by widow Wang from the mother of the dead husband in the past. It is similar to kimchi. It is a little salty and spicy. It is better to be used as a side dish of white porridge.

”Sister Wang, I'm so sorry.” Xiao Chen said.

It really doesn't make sense to ask a widow to deliver food to herself, but the other party still has nothing to rely on.

”What are you sorry about? You won't look down on my widow when you come back from a trip to the city! ”

”I dare not.”

Xiao Chen can only pick it up in a hurry.