"What are you looking at? Country turtles, sister's clothes, your family can't buy them after a year of farming." The woman saw Yang Zimei looking at her with disdain, and found that she was handsome and charming, with fair and tender skin. My mind became unbalanced, and I began to curse.
Yang Zimei was really speechless for such a superb product, so she didn't bother to pay attention to her.
Who knew that her indolence would turn into contempt and contempt in the eyes of others.
Taking advantage of the sudden stop of the car, the woman deliberately raised her high-heeled feet, trying to step on Yang Zimei's feet hard.
Naturally, Yang Zimei would not be stepped on by her, so she retracted her foot, pointed her toes, and kicked the woman's hamstring——
"Ouch-"
The woman screamed like a pig butcher, and reached out to grab Yang Zimei's collar, "You bitch, how dare you step on me?"
Passengers all around looked at them—
Everyone saw the woman's unreasonable trouble just now, so the sympathetic eyes were all on Yang Zimei.
"I stepped on you, so what?"
Yang Zimei was also angry, raised her foot, and stomped on the woman's foot again.
The woman jumped up and yelled, all kinds of ugly words came out.
Well, if you love to scold people so much, then let you always scold enough!
Yang Zimei's finger knotted in the dark, and a sinister air shot out, hitting the woman's Adam's apple—
The woman only felt her throat get cold, and she continued to spew all kinds of ugly curse words from her mouth, which made the people around her look sweaty, accusing her of being incompetent.
Seeing the stop sign on Brunei Street, Yang Zimei got off the bus.
And that woman, like a child in red dancing shoes, couldn't stop her mouth, she continued to swear all kinds of words, and was finally kicked out of the car by the driver.
However, she still couldn't stop, and scolded everyone she saw. She just met her boss on the street, and she couldn't control it, and expressed her usual grudges against her boss in ugly words.
The boss's entire face darkened, and he said to her coldly, "You don't have to go to work tomorrow!"
Back home, she kept scolding her parents-in-law, mother-in-law, husband, sister-in-law and uncle, and was beaten out by her husband to go back to her mother's house, but she continued to scold her, as if possessed by a demon.
She was so afraid of death, she desperately covered her mouth and gritted her teeth, trying to control herself, but she couldn't control herself no matter what...
In the end, she couldn't take it anymore and bit off her own tongue. Fang could no longer speak, and she could no longer swear.
If she knew that everything she endured now was because she offended Yang Zimei and was cursed by her tongue, then she probably wouldn't dare to curse casually in the future.
Again, if you offend anyone, don't offend the feng shui master, otherwise, you won't know how you died.
Yang Zimei came to Moxuan with the bag of copper plates.
Lin Qingmei wore a white Momei cheongsam, and sat in front of the counter with a hostess posture, carefully cleaning an ancient bronze mirror, and shining it on it from time to time, smiling sweetly, with joyful happiness brimming between her brows and eyes.
Song Xuan came out of the store, took a dust whisk, and sat next to Lin Qingmei, sweeping the dust gently, smiling with her from time to time.
Seeing this very familiar picture from the previous life, Yang Zimei's eyes were filled with a thin layer of mist, and he pursed his lips and smiled.
I'm really happy for Song Hyun!
A person like him should have such warm and tacit happiness as a matter of course, instead of being interrupted by his own arrogance and disturbing the track he should take.
However, Mr. Song's gaze was no longer focused on her, and she felt a little lost again, a feeling of losing a beloved toy.
But no matter what, she hoped that he could be happy, because she couldn't give him this kind of happiness.