Time space: the rough man's sick beauty, she turned wild

Chapter 85

"Short-lived ghost, let me tell you, you have nothing to end with." Shen Zhilan gritted her back teeth.

Anyway, the face was already torn, and Shen Zhilan had no scruples at all.

"Hu Banxian said, you won't survive, I want to see how many days you can dance."

"360 days a year, you drink that stinky medicine soup for three hundred days, and you don't know what you're still doing. If I were you, I'd drown myself by urinating myself. "

"You still have the nerve to blame the old Su's family for not wanting you. With a short-lived ghost like you, medicine jar, who knows how long you can live? Bao Buqi has just finished the wedding banquet, and has to buy a coffin for the funeral..."

Seeing that Shen Zhilan was still refusing to calm down after being thrown out, Li Qiuhua brought out the morning dish water, opened the door and poured it directly on Shen Zhilan who was still swearing.

"Whoa..."

Shen Zhilan, who was only wet with hair and coat, was completely drowned.

"Get out!" Li Qiuhua roared through gritted teeth.

Shen Zhilan was stunned for a moment by Li Qiuhua's ferocious look, covered her mouth and ran away crying.

Li Qiuhua closed the door with his backhand.

"Don't listen to your second sister's nonsense, that Hu Banxian is a cheater, you can't believe what he said." Li Qiuhua looked at Shen Zhihuan impatiently, afraid that the little girl would think too much.

Dr. Hua said that a large part of the reason for the repeated illness of the little girl is due to excessive worry and lack of emotional will.

"Mother, I know." Shen Zhi laughed happily, took the wooden basin from Li Qiuhua's hand, and put it back in the kitchen.

The original owner had known Hu Banxian's prophecy since he could remember.

After all, this is all Shen Zhilan's "credit".

A mother compatriot.

How much hatred do you have to wish for your own sister to die?

Is it because the original owner is weak and can't do the work?
As Shen Zhihuan, who grew up alone with his grandparents, he really couldn't figure it out, and couldn't understand it.

As for the so-called prophecy...

The original owner is gone, and the prophecy has been fulfilled logically.

Even if the prophecy really falls on her head, what can she do? !
about……

It's a blessing, not a disaster, and a disaster can't be avoided.

Just leave it to your fate!
"Go and lie down on the bed! Mother will call you when she's done cooking." Li Qiuhua followed into the kitchen and began to wash the pot.

Because Xiao Weidong had to go to school after lunch after returning home from school at noon, the Shen family's lunch was also brought forward.

"Mother, I'm not a child anymore, I'll go to rest when I'm tired." Shen Zhihuan sat behind the stove and grabbed a handful of dried leaves and put them into the stove.

Watching the crimson flame rise up, he happily licked the bottom of the pot.

The corners of Shen Zhihuan's mouth rose slightly.

Think of that sentence...

Life is half fireworks and half joy.

Thinking of another kind of fireworks, Shen Zhihuan raised his head, "Mother, with Mrs. Qian's temper, I'm afraid I'm going to get annoyed recently, you have to be mentally prepared."

That's a shameless master who asks for money.

With the bald mouth of the original owner's eldest sister, the old woman might be thinking something wrong.

"Don't worry, mother knows how to measure." Li Qiuhua looked at the increasing rain outside the window, with a hint of anger in his eyes.

My mother doesn't feel sorry for her own daughter, so what's the use of her feeling sorry for those two granddaughters? .
old money family

Qian Zhizhi looked at the rainwater dripping down the eaves, and was so annoyed to death.

A few days ago, she made an appointment with He Chunsheng to go to a department store in the city to look at ladies' watches today...

Damn rain, it doesn't rain sooner or later, but today it happens.

Shen Zhimei glanced at Qian Zhizhi, who looked a bit unhappy, and timidly approached the old lady Qian, for fear of making Qian Zhizhi unhappy again if she was not careful.

Qian Zhizhi looked at Shen Zhimei who shrank her neck like a quail, and couldn't help rolling her eyes.

She has seen a lot of wimpy daughter-in-laws, and she has never seen a wimpy daughter-in-law like Shen Zhimei.

Niu Erniang is so stupid, she beat her daughter-in-law to death, and she has never seen Niu Erniang's wimpy like her.

As a coward like her, she is a ghost if she can give birth to a son!

"Mother, what are you having for lunch today?" Shen Zhimei's voice was cautious.

"I want to eat braised pork, I want to eat big meat buns, I want to eat big ribs, I want to eat apples, peaches, glutinous rice sticks, and chicken cakes, do you have any?" Old lady Qian said angrily after knocking melon seeds.

Shen Zhimei bit her lip, not daring to say anything more.

"Who's messing with the girl again?" Qian Xingsheng muttered softly and footsteps came from the next room.

"Boom!" The door that had just been opened a crack closed again in an instant.

Then there was the sound of the latch falling.

"Don't look for trouble." Xie Xiaofen, who was still on the door latch, gave Qian Xingsheng an angry look, and dragged him back to the bed.

Ever since the three mothers came back, Mrs. Qian would play this scene twice every day.

"Mom, why don't I dig some wild vegetables and cook wild vegetable soup?" Shen Zhimei hesitated.

The old lady Qian's face was drawn long, and she looked at Shen Zhimei sullenly, "Then why are you still here? Are you waiting for me to invite eight large sedan chairs to carry you?"

Shen Zhimei shrank her neck, and hurried to get the bamboo hat and basket hanging in the corner of the kitchen.

Qian Xingwang, who was standing by the side, watched the growing rain, frowned and said in a low voice, "Mother, it's raining so hard outside, why don't we steam some steamed buns and cook some sweet potato porridge today..."

Old Madam Qian stood up abruptly.

"Wowotou? Sweet potato porridge? You said it lightly. What is the food for the autumn harvest enough for? Zhizhi should say kiss right now. If she gets married, relatives, friends, and neighbors will come and eat it." Your bones still drink my old immortal blood?"

"All year round, people exchange, eat and drink, we are such a big family, with so many mouths, how can we not want money?"

"There is no food, you go to the supply and marketing cooperative to make people laugh, can they give it to you?"

Qian Xingwang lowered his head and immediately dared not speak.

The big girls standing beside Qian Xingwang frowned as they watched Shen Zhimei go out in the rain, with a hint of worry in their eyes.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you go feed the chickens, and want to be a young lady? I don't want to see if you have that life." Old Madam Qian glared fiercely at the big girls.

The two little girls trembled with fright, ran into the kitchen quickly, and poured the earthworms they dug yesterday into the chicken trough.

"Sister, I miss my aunt, grandma and uncle, and I also want to eat the rice porridge and braised pork cooked by my grandma." Erya bit her lip, tears streaming down her face.

Erya actually wants to say that she still wants to eat the chicken cakes, glutinous rice sticks, and white rabbit toffee that her aunt bought for them, and also wants to...

"Erya, good girl. After a while, when mother is free, she will take us to grandma's house." The big girl glanced at the old lady Qian and Qian Zhizhi who were sitting at the door of the main room knocking sunflower seeds, and raised her hand to wipe Erya Wiping away tears, he comforted in a low voice.

"Sister, I want to learn how to read from my little uncle." Er Ya looked at Da Ya tearfully, sobbing.

"My sister will teach you." Da Ya glanced at the door of the main room again, seeing that the two people who were eating melon seeds were not paying attention here, she quietly dragged Er Ya back to the room.

(End of this chapter)