Mrs. Wang looked at her daughter, who was in her thirties and half of her hair was white. She looked almost like herself, and she felt sad: "Take it! There are many of these at home, and they were given by others. Recently, my mother-in-law's eyes have... Not feeling any better? Has Huanhong been drinking?"
"Everything is fine. My mother-in-law's eyes don't hurt anymore and she doesn't need to see the doctor anymore. But her ears may not be able to hear because of her old age. My husband doesn't drink anymore. He has been out looking for work every day for the past six months. My mother doesn't have to." Worry."
Mrs. Wang breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this: "That's good!"
Nuan Nuan found that her sister-in-law lowered her head when she said this, and the fingers behind her moved uneasily.
"It's getting late! I won't keep you, so go home quickly. Your mother-in-law wants you to go back and take care of her! Take this money, buy some things to replenish your body, and get pregnant as soon as possible. Don't save, and relax. , the child is here. The more anxious you are about this child, the more he won’t come!”
She thought her daughter had turned gray with worry because she had not given birth to a child for so many years.
"I know. I don't want this thing. I just collected grain at home. There is a lot to eat!"
Nuan Nuan stepped forward and took my sister-in-law's hand, wanting to feel her pulse.
As soon as Nuan's hand touched Wen Jiamei's, Wen Jiamei quickly retracted and took a few steps back: "Sister Nuan, it's getting dark and I have to go home. I'll see you again during the New Year.
"Mom, fourth brother, sister-in-law, I'm home!"
Seeing this, Nuan Nuan did not come forward. She thought for a while and said, "Dad, please send my sister-in-law home!"
Wen Jiarui nodded. He had this intention. He took the basket and put it on his back: "Little sister, let's go! I'll see you off."
Wen Jiamei was shocked when she heard this and waved her hands quickly: "No, no!"
Wang pretended to be angry: "Why are you so polite? Hurry up! It's not safe for you to walk at night alone. It's faster to rent a carriage and go back."
Wen Jiamei married in the second town, which was relatively far away.
Everyone is advising.
Wen Jiamei couldn't resist, so she had no choice but to agree.
Nuan Nuan couldn't help but whisper a few words in Wen Jiarui's ear.
Wen Jiarui's face sank, nodded, and took Wen Jiamei to rent a carriage.
The Nuan family also walked to the village.
"Second sister, is Wen Wan from the music studio?" Nuan Nuan couldn't help but ask, thinking that Wen Wan had to compose a famous song to be eligible to participate in the Qianqiu Banquet.
Nuan Nuan couldn't find many gentle memories from the memory of the original owner.
Because Wen Wan seldom returns to the village, she only comes back during the Chinese New Year and Mr. Wen's and Mrs. Zhu's birthday. At these times, the weather is very cold, which is when the original owner is in the worst health and stays in bed all day, so he doesn't have much contact.
The original owner only thought that she was gentle and graceful, and she was gentle and polite to everyone.
Wen Yu was annoying when he spoke and always looked like his nostrils were turned upward, so the original owner had a deep impression on Wen Yu.
From today's perspective, this gentleness is probably the deepest in the city.
Wen Xin shook her head: "No, but it seems that she has an adult from the music studio as her teacher."
Nuan Nuan understood, and she pinched her eyebrows.
Wen Xin looked nervous when she saw this: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Wen Nuan shook his head: "It's okay. It feels like shooting myself in the foot."
I will no longer sell music to make money.
Warmth: "??"
What and what
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It was completely dark, and every household in the village turned off the lights and went to bed. Wen Jiarui returned home.
He took a carriage back to town and walked back again.
It was too late and the carriage driver was unwilling to enter the village again.
Wen Nuan was painting when he heard the sound and walked out. Worried that Wang would be worried when he heard it, he asked in a low voice: "Dad, how did my sister-in-law's hand get injured? Have you asked?"
"During busy farming days, I borrowed someone else's bullock cart to bring grain home. The bull was out of control and was hit by its horns. She stretched out her hand to block the injury. There is nothing wrong with your mother-in-law and your uncle. Sister Nuan, you Don't think too much, their family's character is quite good. It's good for your sister-in-law too! When I sent your sister-in-law back, it was already dark, and your mother-in-law didn't even look at your sister-in-law's face. She even left food! Your sister-in-law is even more so. I worked until dark before coming back, and cooked and ate by myself without losing face.
Your younger uncle only drank alcohol when he was hit, but he never hit anyone. Now I see that he is in good spirits, he must have regained his composure. I also waited for your sister-in-law to enter the house for a while as you said before entering the house. "
Nuan Nuan nodded after hearing this, thoughtfully. Could it be her misunderstanding
From the memory of the original owner, the impression of the little uncle was indeed good.
He is quite handsome. He used to be a salesman, but later he was deceived and bought a batch of fake goods, which cost him all his money.
So what is my sister-in-law afraid of
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And the younger uncle, who Wen Jiarui said was a good character, was sitting on the edge of the bed, drinking from a wine bottle and enjoying Wen Jiamei washing his feet.
Because it was rare for Wen Jiamei to see her family today, she was distracted and her men moved a little harder unconsciously.
He Huanhong was in pain, so he kicked her in the face and knocked her down: "Bitch, do you want to pinch me until I break my bones? If you don't know how to give birth, forget it. You can't even serve your husband? Vulgarity is vulgarity, wash it off If you don’t know how to use your feet, why should I marry you?”
Wen Jiamei was in pain, came to her senses, wiped the foot wash on her face with her sleeve, and hurriedly crawled over: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it, I was distracted for a moment. I can't do it this time!"
"Aid? Who are you thinking about? Are you missing some stinky man? I'm so good to you! You haven't even laid an egg for me in all these years, and I haven't married an equal wife like your father! How dare you think about wild men?”
Wen Jiamei shook her head: "No, I was just wondering if my brother was home."
"Miss your brother? What, you want to use Wen Jiarui to pressure me? Do you think I will be afraid of him?! You let him come! I haven't put on my bed for three days!" He Huanhong didn't wear any shoes, so he got out of bed and kicked his feet kicked Wen Jiamei.
In the past, when He Huanhong was drinking all day long, Wen Jiarui came and beat him up, trying to get him to wake up and cheer up.
But instead of waking up, it made him hold a grudge!
Every time I get drunk, I take it out on Wen Jiamei!
"You let him come, and I will fight him! Let's see who can win! Let him come! Let him come! Let him beat me!"
Kick after kick fell on her like raindrops, fast and powerful.
Wen Jiamei ran out in pain.
"Bitch, where do you want to run? Do you want to find a wild man? What? I can't satisfy you yet?" He grabbed Wen Jiamei's clothes and threw her on the bed, regardless of her resistance.
Mrs. Jiang heard the noise in the other room and shook her head and ignored it.
She quietly got out of bed, looked through the backpack left by Wen Jiarui, and her eyes lit up when she saw the exquisite fabric!
She opened the gift boxes again, looked at them, and then put them away one by one, as if they had not been touched.
This look is so invisible!
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Third update~~
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