Play Nice

Chapter 34: 034
Su Lanlan dragged Shang Jincai behind him: "We will pay!"

but--

"Can it be divided into periods?" Su Lanlan was not sure, put away her usual sonorous golden voice, and discussed in a choked voice, "Only 48 months."

On the other side, Shang Jincai was behind: "Lanlan," he whispered, "The son of the other car owner is Jing Zhao."

Su Lanlan: "..."

a bolt from the blue!

The photos on the wall in the Little Witch's Villa are all of the same person—the well-known photographer, Jing Zhao.Su Lanlan didn't know his identity until later, and the doll in the cage was made just like him.

My husband touched a tiger's butt.

"Miss Shang."

Su Lanlan changed her name to a more respectful title: "Shang boss, that," she racked her brains to blame the old man, "My old merchant didn't do it on purpose, it's all an accident, don't worry, we'll leave the family once this is over. Far away, unless you marry Mr. Jing, we will never appear in front of him."

The word "wedding" pleases the business leaders.

The tiger was smoothed and dressed in fluffy clothes, a bit like a cat: "Did Ms. Lu leave your contact information?"

Shang Jincai answered honestly, "Leave it."

"If she calls you—"

Shang Jincai's head that looks like a marinated egg is not very bright: "Limala black!"

The business leader frowned.

Su Lanlan was smart, and immediately took over the words: "We must handle it carefully, and we will never reveal the truth."

Su Lanlan knew the weakness of the little witch.

"Look, you and Mr. Jing will be together sooner or later. It's impossible for the parents of both sides to never meet. There are advantages to meeting in advance."

Sure enough, the little witch was persuaded.

"What's the benefit?"

Su Lanlan's mouth is famous in Longquan Garden: "As the old saying goes, to get a man, get his mother first, and when the family relationship between our two families gets closer, your relationship with Mr. Jing will be logical. ."

Goutou also said that he had to deal with Jing Zhao's mother first.

Shang Lingling has never done such a thing before, I don't know if it is right, but seeing that Su Lanlan is very firm, then she will believe it for now.

"If it's revealing—"

Su Lanlan assured: "You can rest assured."

In fact, the little witch is sometimes quite simple and very coaxing.

When Su Lanlan became a nanny, didn't she sign a contract, and the contract listed liquidated damages. Because of her curiosity, she went up to the second floor privately, and there was surveillance as evidence, so she was so confused and carried a huge debt. Since then, he has embarked on a road of no return to work and pay off his debts.

What work do you do?

Be the mother and father of the little witch, be the cow and the horse.

But it's not that there is no benefit at all. The little witch not only sent their daughter Shang Yang abroad for surgery, but also gave a sum of money on a regular basis, and even promised that when her wedding with Jing Zhao was over, she would send them abroad to reunite with her daughter. .

Coincidentally, Shang Yang and Little Witch are still in the same major, with the same surname and similar height and body shape.

Does that sound perfect?The only imperfection is that all the neighbors have seen Shangyang, which suddenly changed the daughter and had to have a reasonable explanation.As a result, the story of her Su Lanlan's daughter changing her name to a plastic surgery sugar daddy spread in the community.The sugar daddy was not said by Su Lanlan, but was created by some talkative women.

Of course, Su Lanlan didn't know that most of these coincidences were the result of the efforts of a dog head surnamed Fang.

"I'll pay for the car repair money for you."

Shang Jincai suspected that he had heard it wrong: "Huh?"

He was flattered: "Why?"

Isn't there some conspiracy?

The little witch put on the fairy mask again: "Because you are my dad."

Shang Jincai's heart and liver trembled.

"I am leaving."

Business leaders never spend the night here.

Shang Jincai's mouth was too fast, as if he couldn't wait: "Go slowly."

Su Lanlan glared at him, but she was also looking forward to sending this big Buddha away quickly.

Unfortunately, I can't send it away.

Not only that, but another one came, just when the business leader opened the door.

"Mute? Can't call anyone?"

It is the old mother of Shang Jincai, Mrs. Zhuang, a big Buddha who is difficult to deal with, broken-mouthed and superstitious.

Shang Jincai's eyelids began to jump: "Mom, why are you here?"

In the past three years, Mrs. Zhuang has met the business leader several times, thinking that she is Shang Yang after the plastic surgery, and she knows what she does.

"Why is she here?"

You could tell from the tone of voice that Mrs. Zhuang didn't like seeing the "granddaughter" of Shang Lingling.

The reason is not only because of the occupation of the business leader, but also because of Su Lanlan.Zhuang didn't like this eldest daughter-in-law because her son listened to her too much, and because she didn't add a man to the old merchant.

But Su Lanlan is not a submissive character: "She is my daughter, isn't it normal here?"

Zhuang, who is in her 70s, has a strong body, big arms, thick waist, and fast strides. She first bypassed the business collar, then went to the kitchen, took out a bag of salt, poured out a handful, and sprinkled it on the floor of the living room. And the aisles are not spared either.

Shang Lingling suddenly didn't want to leave, and put on her cat-head slippers again.

"Grandma, are you tired, do you want me to help you?"

Mr. Zhuang jumped back, lest he could not avoid it: "Stay away from me."

"Oh."

The business leader is very nice.

When Mrs Zhuang sat down, she said kindly, "Grandma, I have sat in that chair."

Zhuang Shi immediately bounced up and rushed to the kitchen.

In Zhuang's hometown, people who deal with corpses are called ferrymen, and ferrymen are very unlucky, representing bad luck and death, and everything they touch must be exorcised with salt.

It wasn't enough for Mr. Zhuang to sprinkle salt on himself, so he soaked a bowl of salt water and washed his hands carefully.

"Grandma," Shang Lingling was teasing others, with a cheerful tone, "I have also used the kitchen."

Zhuang's hand washing froze. She put two handfuls of salt in her pocket, and when she came out of the kitchen, she saw the little girl sitting on a chair with her legs resting on the sofa.

Zhuang couldn't find a place to sit.

"Boss, you go out and tell me."

Shang Jincai was afraid that Su Lanlan would suffer, so he shook his head at her and went out alone.

"Miss Shang, sit down for a while."

Su Lanlan also went out and took the door with him.

Seeing her, Mrs Zhuang was very dissatisfied: "Why are you coming out?"

Su Lanlan didn't mean to avoid it at all: "Is there anything I can't listen to?"

Anyway, Shang Jincai will tell her about it.

Zhuang especially hates this, the eldest daughter-in-law is too powerful, and she controls her son to the death.

Zhuang asked his son, "Why didn't you get back to me about the money?"

Before Shang Jincai said anything, Su Lanlan said, "No."

Zhuang's blood immediately surged: "I'm talking to my son."

Su Lanlan had endured it before, but she found that the better she was, the more her mother-in-law would be more intolerant, so what else could she endure.

She just said confidently, "I manage all your son's money."

Shang Jincai kept silent, his old mother on one side and his wife on the other, neither of which could be cured by him.In the first few years of marriage, he also mediated in the middle, and found that there was no solution at all. He felt that the reason why he grew old early was because of the problem of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

"It's not that I have to borrow a lot. When Tingting becomes a big star, I will definitely pay you back double."

This time, Mrs. Zhuang came to lend money to the second son. Although the palms and backs of the hands are full of meat, the flesh of the palms must be thicker. The second son is the flesh of Mrs. Zhuang’s palms. Heart and liver.

The boy is called Liye, and the girl is called Tingting.

Tingting recently participated in the audition. People who want to be stars in the future must not be too shabby. They must wear famous brands and use them.

Zhuang's second son, Shang Jinguang, is just a plumber, and he can't afford to raise a "big star" if he is hollowed out. No, Zhuang's idea came to his eldest son.

Su Lanlan said in one sentence, "No money."

"You don't have any money, but you still wear gold." Mrs. Zhuang looked at him, not to mention worrying about it.

Su Lanlan touched the big golden bracelet with a distressed look on her face: "I will take it as a pawn tomorrow. Your boss drove into someone else's luxury car. I have to sell the gold to pay them back."

Shang Jincai immediately looked at his wife: Is there such a thing?

Zhuang turned his head and asked his son, "When did it happen?"

Shang Jincai's unlucky head suddenly became enlightened: "Today." Although this is a motherfucker, after all, he has to live with his wife for the rest of his life.

"Don't you have a car?"

"I drove the collar car."

"You dare to drive her car?" Mrs. Zhuang had such an expression on her face, "No wonder she was in a car accident. Eight percent of the time, she was entangled by the kid in her car."

Pulling and pulling, it involved the leader of the business leader. As long as the Zhuang family mentioned this granddaughter, he would not be angry with Su Lanlan.

"It doesn't matter if you can't give birth to a son, and a debt collector is born."

Su Lanlan rolled her eyes to the sky.

After scolding his daughter-in-law, Mrs. Zhuang grabbed her son and said, "You don't care about your daughter-in-law. She is a girl who deals with dead people every day. Who would dare to ask her in the future?"

Shang Jincai's brows were so wrinkled that he could kill a mosquito, but this was his own mother, who raised him by selling buns. Su Lanlan didn't have to tolerate her, but he had to.

"Don't say anything, Mom, I'll take you back."

"You don't like to listen to it, do you? Others say it more nasty." Everyone next door looked out, and Mrs. Zhuang didn't keep her voice down, "Would a serious girl go for plastic surgery? How much can she make by putting makeup on dead people Who knows how the money for the car came from. The last time I introduced someone to you, you pushed back three and four. Didn’t they get married? They are still civil servants. It’s good if he doesn’t dislike your daughter working in a funeral home. marriage."

Su Lanlan knew about this. Mrs. Zhuang sent a photo to Shang Jincai, saying that she wanted to introduce her eldest granddaughter.

Su Lanlan had also seen the photos, but what she didn't know was: "Is that dwarf winter melon a second marriage?"

"What short winter melon?" Mr. Zhuang reacted. The man she introduced was a little shorter and a little fatter, "Just like your daughter--"

Su Lanlan exploded instantly: "What's wrong with our collar? It makes money and looks good, right? Don't come to my house if you think she's bad luck, I don't think I'm a mother, is it your turn?" Su Lanlan's mouth, The invincible hand all over the world, "And what about the second-married dwarf winter melon, you ask him to look in the mirror to see if he is the reincarnation of a toad, and he wants to have a blind date with a little girl when he is old, who put it on his face? gold?"

Of course Su Lanlan would be angry, but the business leader was replaced by her daughter Shang Yang.

Mr. Zhuang held the back of his neck, so angry that he could barely get up: "You, you, you—"

Su Lanlan was too lazy to fight the old witch: "You can buy two more packs of salt. We have also stepped on the collar of this land. Remember to wash your feet so as not to be entangled by the kid."

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　　I won't let my little witch fight alone!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)