She became rich after being dressed as a group pet

Chapter 429 The Law of Anger
That night, Jiang Zhimian was the most leisurely maid in Zuojiazhuang.

This night, Zuo Weirou was the saddest lady in Zuojiazhuang.

Not only was Jiang Zhimian ordered her not to eat sweets, but also spicy and sour.

A table of vegetables was brought to dinner, but Jiang Zhimian only gave her half a plate of vegetables, not even rice!
On the other hand, Jiang Zhimian had a chicken leg in his left hand and half a roast goose in his right hand, which was tasty.

goo goo...

Unable to live up to the stomach began to growl.

Jiang Zhimian naturally heard it too, and turned to look at her, "Are you still full?"

"It's only half a plate of vegetables, how can I be full!" Zuo Weirou almost ran away.

From birth to now, although she didn't eat much at every meal, she had never been treated like this.

Really pissed her off.

Jiang Zhimian sighed helplessly, "Isn't it said that the ladies in ancient times would be full after a few sips of wind? Why are you so hard to serve?"

She put down the chicken legs and roast goose, and wiped her hands with a handkerchief.

Under Zuo Weirou's expectant eyes, he got up and poured a large cup of tea, "Drink, go to bed when you're full."

This is the legendary, mixed with water.

Even though Zuo Weirou cried and made noises from behind, it still didn't help, so he had to drink two large teapots of water with resentment, and then ran to sleep.

My stomach was empty, and I was called up early the next morning to freshen up.

Zuo Weirou has no strength in her whole body, sitting on the embroidered stool has no image, as if her spine has been pulled out.

While Cui Cui combed her hair, she had to support her to prevent her from falling to the ground.

On the other hand, Jiang Zhimian felt refreshed.

She changed into a set of clothes that Cuicui likes to wear on weekdays, tied a gold ingot on her temples, and put on makeup to change her appearance.

Cui Cui was so scared that she exclaimed, "Why do I feel like I'm looking at my own sister, it seems."

"Yeah, how did you do it?" Zuo Weirou also asked weakly and curiously.

Jiang Zhimian patched his nose, and then said, "One of the three major sorcerers in East Asia, do you know?"

The so-called three major magic arts in East Asia are Korean make-up, Thai sex reassignment surgery, and Huaguo's Meitu Xiuxiu.

It doesn't matter if you are male or female, fat or thin, black or white.

As long as you have any of them, you are as handsome as you want, as beautiful as you want!
But Cuicui and Zuo Weirou only noticed the word "magic".

She was so frightened that her delicate body trembled, and she leaned back, "You...you are actually a member of a cult."

"Okay, it's just a disguise technique, don't make such a fuss." Jiang Zhimian had to change his words.

If he persisted like this, he should be imprisoned and paraded through the streets.

Forget it, slip away.

After hearing that it was a disguise technique, the emotions of the two eased a bit.

After cleaning up, Cui Cui stayed at home, and Jiang Zhimian supported Zuo Weirou to go out.

Both of them wore tulle hats on their heads, their faces could be vaguely seen.

Coupled with the fact that the carriage was going straight to the temple outside the town, many disciples of Gaoren began to shout.

"Look, the lady from Zuojiazhuang is going to kneel down, let's watch the excitement."

"Do you really want to kneel down? She deserves it, who made her dare to scold an expert, now you know how powerful it is?"

"The people sent by the gods dare to offend, bah!"

"Let's go, let's see how she kneels down."

……

Sitting in the carriage, Zuo Weirou really couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, and wanted to go down and beat these people up.

Jiang Zhimian pressed her hand.

"If you can't bear it, you can make big plans. Listen to me, you won't go wrong."

Zuo Weirou let out another long breath.

Then he said, "Well, count them lucky!"

In the end, I still didn't let them add, "I didn't let them go because of your face. I just thought that I had endured it before, and now it's not worthwhile to waste all my previous efforts."

Jiang Zhimian nodded, "Miss Zuo can do whatever she says."

Just because of their stubbornness, Zuo Weiwei and Big Brother are really the same.

The wheels of the carriage rolled over the already solid road and rushed to the temple.

And behind them were the common people who were walking along, they turned out to be a huge crowd.

It can be seen that the convincing power of this long-bearded Taoist priest is really not small!
Jiang Zhimian secretly lifted the curtains of the carriage to take a look, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

Well, the more people come, the better.

And Zuo Weirou next to him yelled again, "When can I eat? I just drank a bowl of rice soup in the morning. I'm already hungry, and I don't even have the energy to talk."

"It's better if you have no strength." Jiang Zhimian replied.

Zuo Weirou's apricot eyes widened, "What's a good thing if you don't have the strength, did you eat too much last night, and you were confused? If I get out of the car in this way, I should kneel down and let those troublemakers look at me. What a joke!"

"You're not recovering from your illness, and it's getting worse and worse. You're anxious day and night, and you can't sleep or eat. This is what you should be like." Jiang Zhimian shrugged.

If Zuo Weirou went to the temple alive and well now, it would be easy to pass through.

Zuo Weirou also understood, "You didn't let me eat on purpose, so that I would look weaker, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Then tell me earlier, I can act. I promise to confuse the fake with the real one. I don't need to be so hungry at all. When I go back today, I must have a good meal."

Just thinking about it happily, Jiang Zhimian poured a bowl of cold water.

"After you go back today, you can't eat sweet, spicy and sour things, but well, you can eat enough vegetables and rice."

Zuo Weirou was almost so angry that her eyes turned red.

At this time, the carriage had already arrived at the temple.

Unexpectedly, many people gathered around the temple early, just waiting for Zuo Weirou to appear, so as to watch the joke.

The words of the Taoist priest with long beards are like an imperial decree in their hearts at this moment!
Jiang Zhimian tidied up Zuo Weirou's appearance again, and whispered the plan again, then got out of the carriage first, then opened the curtain, and said softly, "Miss, please get out of the carriage."

Zuo Weirou responded and walked out of the carriage.

Although wearing a veil, everyone can still see his high and swollen cheeks.

In line with the principle of not thinking too much about the excitement, the smiles became happier than the other, "Oh my God, Miss Zuo has turned into an ugly monster, it's so scary!"

"This is all retribution. I don't know if the expert will treat her. According to me, she should die. After all, she said that about the expert."

"She still hit the tall man, if she didn't let her die directly, it's considered a good man."

……

Listening to the discussions around her, Zuo Weirou took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in her heart.

By the way, recite the law of anger given by Jiang Zhimian in my heart.

"Don't get angry, don't get angry, you're all idiots, if you don't listen, don't listen, if you don't read the scriptures, you'll all rebound!"

Phew, I feel much better...

Turning his head to give Jiang Zhimian a signal, he was helped into the temple, and there was a steady stream of breathing sounds behind him.

(End of this chapter)