Chapter 12: The Enemies Appear

"Aunt Leng, look at you, what are you doing here?" The anger in Jiao Meihua's eyes was suppressed vividly, and she half-jokingly said angrily.

"You can also blame me, the broom doesn't have long eyes, don't you have long eyes? Watching me sweep the kang, still looking forward to it? ”

Mrs. Leng pretended to wave her broom a few times, and Jiao Meihua's expression was momentarily distorted, but she still smiled quickly: "Aunt Leng is just joking." ”

I didn't pay attention to it before, but Leng Qingzhu only found out today that Jiao Meihua is like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle who has undergone sex reassignment surgery, so enduring.

"Who was kidding you!" Mrs. Leng saw the dissatisfaction that flashed on her face, rolled her eyes, threw the broom pimple aside, and turned around to hold her granddaughter's hair.

Chen Baishuang watched Jiao Meihua's every move, and already had a plan in his heart.

This cold little foot is just a penny to buy two bean pestles - expensive and cheap are not things!

Hmph, if it weren't for Leng Hongyi's son, with this temper, who would want to take care of her in this village!

There is also Leng Qingzhu, the dead Nizi is pampered and willful, she also endured it, and she was entitled to provide a hen that lays golden eggs in her own house, but today this is too much, she coaxed and coaxed, persuaded and persuaded, and there was no smile on that face.

If it weren't for the fact that the family had to use money everywhere, she wouldn't have birded her, a wild girl in the countryside raised like a young lady, in addition to being able to drive a tractor, what else could she do?

"Alas, speaking of which, it's not me who is a mother to protect her son, Aunt Leng, sister-in-law, this Wenchuan is what you grew up with, what kind of person he is, you know best, it's not me who said, then he is absolutely wholeheartedly devoted to Qingzhu, every time he comes back from school, others don't ask first, he must ask Qingzhu first, put down his schoolbag and come to you, Qingzhu, you know this, you said that you Brother Wenchuan, the red scarf that you bought for you, it was all saved from a hungry stomach for more than a month, He didn't care so much about me as a mother. ”

She was sincere, that hair scarf was worth a lot of money, and when she saw it, she was really distressed to death, and every time she thought about it, she had to nag Ye Wenchuan to lose, but her son had his own plans in his heart, and he also chewed words and told her, "If you want to take it, you must give it first." ”

She didn't know what sesame seeds or fish, she knew that this scarf was enough for their family to chew grain for the New Year, and she was still thinking about how to get this money back on Leng Qingzhu's body!

"If you talk about it, you really can't blame Wen Chuan for this matter. Our family Wenchuan treats the girl of the Cheng family as a younger sister, you said that they all grew up together, she is slimy and always comes to Wenchuan to study or something, Wenchuan is not easy to refuse, isn't it? ”

She threw the pot on Cheng Qingshu's head without any burden, and knew that Mrs. Leng had always felt sorry for Cheng Qingshu's mother and daughter, but she couldn't care so much.

"I won't hide it from you, I know why Qingzhu is so angry, the two of them are pulling and pulling together, and it's not the first time I've seen it, but I can guarantee it, it's the little girl of the Cheng family who takes the initiative every time, I'm good, Wenchuan is good, we have also persuaded that girl not to do this more than once, but she is like that Laipi, she can't get rid of it, you say this makes our family Wenchuan what to do——"

"Say what? Whose child is like Lai Pi? Jiao Xiaotuo, you pat your conscience, say this, are you ignorant or not? ”

The door opened, and the middle-aged woman with a beautiful face clenched her teeth and looked at Jiao Meihua angrily, while the young girl standing next to her was quite similar to her eyebrows, and it was Cheng Qingshu who was young and crumbling against the door frame with a pale face.