Li Banfeng looked at Zhao Xiaowan, holding the record player in his arms.

Zhao Xiaowan looked at Li Banfeng, pursed her lips and asked, "I'm here, sir. Don't you want me to hug you?"

Li Banfeng hugged the record player and said, "Isn't this a hug?"

Zhao Xiaowan looked at the record player and then at Li Banfeng: "My husband, do you like to hold this?"

Li Banfeng hugged the record player tightly and said, "Don't we always hug like this?"

Zhao Xiaowan rubbed her forehead and felt dizzy.

Hong Ying sighed softly: "Xiao Wan, the man you chose has to accept his fate even if you grit your teeth."

Zhao Xiaowan was furious and wanted to hit Hong Ying with a board. When she was annoyed, her soul couldn't possess the puppet and suddenly returned to the record player.

"You crazy man, am I not handsome? Am I not good-looking? They are all looking straight at me, why don't you take another look!" The record player started to fight with Li Banfeng while waving the needle.

Li Banfeng held the record player and put his cheek against the loudspeaker: "I've been looking at you. Come on, madam, let's go to the night market!"

After returning to the record player's body, the lady didn't really want to go out: "You can go by yourself, I'll just stay at home. You won't like it if I go back to my original appearance. I'll just be a record player for the rest of my life."

You will be satisfied!"

"No matter what you look like, you are still my precious wife!" Li Banfeng carried the record player to the door.

"Hahaha!" The old man laughed loudly and opened the door.

When the two of them walked out of the door, Honglian felt a pair of eyes watching her and the puppet.

"Hong Ying," the old man ordered, "take Honglian and the things she made back to the ninth room. Since Ah Qi doesn't like it, don't let it be an eyesore."

Hong Ying looked at the puppet and really couldn't figure out the reason: "How could Qi Lang not like such a handsome woman? Doesn't it mean that she doesn't like this weak beauty and prefers brave women?

Thinking of this, Hong Ying suddenly realized: "Honglian, let's discuss it. You can be a puppet for me another day and act like me."

Before Honglian could reply, the old man snorted: "Girl, you are really ignorant. Ah Qi doesn't like this thing, so what's the use of letting her do it?"

Hong Ying argued: "He doesn't like Xiao Wan's appearance, but he didn't say he doesn't like me."

The old man smiled and said: "Yes, I like your good figure. You are an expert at moving bricks and picking up dirt.

Did you forget about the cantaloupe so quickly?"

Hong Ying angrily moved Hong Lian to the ninth room. More than half an hour later, Hong Lian vaguely heard the old man's snoring and he fell asleep.

The girl from Jiufang who was attached to the puppet spoke up: "What on earth did the madman think? If you don't want such a big beauty, you have to go out with a record player. There is no one like him in the whole state of Puluo!"

"Yes, it's just his share of Prozhou," Honglian sighed, "This time my work was in vain."

"No! I have to find another way. I have to let him take me out no matter what!'

"You can figure it out on your own and don't involve me anymore." Honglian recalled the feeling of being stared at in the main room before. The gaze with mocking and murderous intent made her heart feel cold.

Li Banfeng took his wife to stroll in the night market and saw two pieces of jewelry. She liked them very much.

But I thought it was too expensive, so I struggled for a long time.

I went to a rouge shop and saw a box of rouge. I thought the color was good, but the scent was too strong, so I struggled with it for a long time.

Li Banfeng said: "My dear lady, my husband is rich, don't worry about it, just buy it and then choose."

"It's okay to go back and pick again, but what to do with the leftovers? It would be too much of a waste if you throw them away.——" The lady became entangled again.

"I'll give the leftovers to Hong Ying."

"It's okay to give it to her, but if this girl doesn't appreciate it, I'll still feel unhappy."

This is not right.

My wife is usually a bit frugal, but the things in the night market don't bother her to this extent.

Why is she so weird today?

Li Banfeng bought all the things that his wife liked. She became anxious and said, "If you continue to waste money like this, I will never go out with you again."

"How can this be called a waste!" Li Banfeng brought the things he bought back to the mansion and placed them in front of the record player. "I came to the market just to buy things. When I buy things, I have to pick things. I always pick things.

It was not easy to choose at the market, so we just took it home and slowly picked it up. From beginning to end, there was nothing wrong with it."

Po'er is set up.

The record player thought about it for a while and felt that there was some truth to this.

"What about picking out the rest? We all spent money!"

Li Banfeng said: "The rest of the selection will be left to the family, and whoever pleases the lady will be rewarded.

Let’s pretend that our whole family went to the market together.”

After hearing these words, the wife felt much relieved: "The whole family usually stays in the house.

It’s really time to go out for a walk.”

Thinking of this, the lady's mood became much brighter, and all the previous entanglements were swept away.

Seeing his wife happily picking out things, Li Banfeng had a smile on his face and felt nervous in his heart.

The record player's previous mood was like a ball of silk thread full of knots. Now it feels better because Li Banfeng used the skill of walking down the slope to smoothen the thread and untie the knot in his heart.

But where does this knot come from? Can it be solved only by using stupid cultivation techniques?

"Ms. sir, don't just buy things for me, buy something you like too!"

Li Banfeng thought for a moment and said, "I don't have anything to buy."

"Your clothes are torn. Go buy a new one.

After a fight with a group of fake rickshaw drivers, Li Banfeng's jacket was torn in several places and it was really difficult to mend.

When he arrived at the clothing store, Li Banfeng took a fancy to a suit.

He really likes Prozhou's suit. It looks great with the top hat. He doesn't like this jacket no matter how he looks at it.

The lady whispered behind her: "My husband, if you like it, buy it."

"Baby lady, don't you worry about money anymore?"

"My little slave doesn't feel bad at all for spending money on my husband.'

Li Banfeng bought a suit and took the record player to the cinema to watch a movie.

Inside the box, the player's mind was not on the movie, he just felt that the previous situation was not quite right.

"Ever since I used the puppet made by Guren, my little slave has been in a state of confusion. I'm afraid there might be some tricks in this thing."

Li Banfeng said: "I also think that puppet is not very good. Madam, please don't use that thing again. If you can't do it, I will simply destroy it."

"Master, please rest early, I will do this myself."

Li Banfeng was really tired after fighting all night at Huangtu Bridge without sleeping a wink.

Back at the home, the record player helped Li Banfeng prepare hot water, gave Li Banfeng a bath, made the bed, and slept with Li Banfeng.

After Li Banfeng fell asleep, the record player quietly left the main room and arrived in the ninth room.

The red lotus knew that the visitor was unkind, so its petals were tightly closed, and there was a halo of light surging between the gaps.

The jukebox smiled: "Girl Honglian, don't worry, I'm just bored and want to come and chat with you."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I want to chat with you about someone."

"This guy has nothing to talk about. I told you before, I can't even remember whether he is a boy or a girl."

The record player laughed and said, "If you can't remember, just think about it slowly. I heard from my husband that Lu Qianjiao mentioned the Heavenly Man recently. She seems to be the salesman's sweetheart as well.

But since she is the sweetheart of a salesman, it proves that she is a woman. I have never seen her true face. I really want to know how she doted on you in the first place?"

A halo of light flashed across the lotus leaves, and Honglian spoke in a gloomy tone: "Zhao Xiaowan, you came here in the middle of the night just to humiliate me?"

The record player spit out a cloud of steam, burning Honglian's body: "Yes, I just want to humiliate you. What exactly did you add to the puppet? Tell me clearly."

Honglian remained silent.

The needle was placed on the record and she sang a song she liked very much, "Burial of Flowers".

"The flowers are withered and the flowers are flying all over the sky. Who can pity the red and fragrant flowers? The spring pavilion is fluttering with soft gossamers, and the fallen catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtains." The record player sang not at all sad, but there was also a bit of gloom and laughter in the tune.

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At dawn the next day, as soon as Li Banfeng opened his eyes, Zhao Xiaowan was standing in front of him again.

Li Banfeng rubbed his eyes. He saw correctly that it was not the record player, but Zhao Xiaowan who was possessed by the puppet.

"Ms. sir, are you awake?"

Li Banfeng sat up and reached out to touch the record player beside the bed, but he missed it.

"Ms. sir, I thought that thing was in the way, so I moved it to the second room."

"Second room——..." Li Banfeng got up and went to the second room and moved the record player back.

Zhao Xiaowan was dissatisfied, but she still greeted him with a smile: "Since my husband loves this little slave, he should keep this record player in the main room.
To be continued...