Chapter 035: I really want to knock on your door

Wen Yan smiled bitterly: "On the day of the separation of the family, the old lady fell and asked me to take care of her at night. The old lady is old, so it's nothing for her to get up seven or eight times to drink water at night. I'm going home to catch up on my sleep first, and we can talk again when I have time."

After Wen Yan finished speaking, she smiled weakly and left.

The aunts gathered together to discuss:

"Wen Yan looked like she hadn't slept a wink all night!"

"Who gets up seven or eight times in one night? Mrs. Qiao likes to use this method to torture her daughter-in-law.

You still remember Ying Xiucai's mother, right? She fell into the water and was injured. She was so sick that she looked disfigured, but Mrs. Qiao didn't let her go.

She had to drag her sick body and stay awake all night long, standing by the bed to serve.

If it weren't for Mrs. Qiao's torture, she might not have died so early!

Ying Xiucai and his siblings wouldn't have to live such a hard life!"

Someone snorted coldly: "She's been kept guarding all night long. I wonder if Mrs. Qiao has a problem with leaking urine?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder she always has a smell..."

Aunt Li raised an eyebrow. "If you ask me, Mrs. Qiao is not good in every way. Her methods of training her daughter-in-law are really amazing. So, don't you want to learn from her? Let's take the essence and discard the dross, and pick out the good points to learn from her."

The aunts were moved by what she said. They looked at each other and immediately decided to go and talk to Mrs. Qiao.

Mrs. Qiao wanted to go back to her room to rest after breakfast.

She fell asleep with her head resting on the pillow.

After falling asleep, Mrs. Qiao felt dazed and her soul was captured by the Black and White Impermanence and taken to the Palace of Yama.

The King of Hell said that she had a vicious heart and killed her children, so he ordered her to walk on a mountain of knives, fall into a pot of oil, jump into a sea of ​​fire, and go to the hell of tongue-pulling.

Mrs. Qiao was driven to a mountain of knives by the ghost catcher, and soon she was cut all over her body.

Mrs. Qiao screamed in fright and woke up.

Her heart was beating like a drum, ready to burst out of her chest at any moment.

His clothes were also soaked with sweat.

Damn it!

It was all because of that little whore Pei'er. She actually told her ghost stories to scare her, making her think about them during the day and dream about them at night.

She patted her chest to calm down and was about to lie down to rest when a woman from the village came to her house to "learn from her."

Mrs. Qiao was forced to chat for half an hour.

After finally sending them away, she was just about to catch up on some sleep when someone else rushed in...

This cycle repeats itself.

She didn't get any rest the whole morning.

She thought that she would finally have some free time in the afternoon.

As a result, the children in the family were not careful and brought the village monkey home to play, and they played and laughed in the yard.

Screams could be heard from time to time.

Mrs. Qiao was so frightened that she couldn't sleep at all.

By the evening, Mrs. Qiao was on the verge of collapse.

As it was getting dark, she thought she could finally get some sleep!

The courtyard door was pushed open from the outside, and Wen Yan came again with Hui Niang and her daughter.

Mrs. Qiao's expression changed, and her voice trembled slightly: "You...why are you here again?"

Wen Yan smiled brightly, "Old lady, what are you talking about? Your leg injury hasn't healed yet, so I must come and serve you!"

"You..." Thinking of what happened last night, Mrs. Qiao felt anxious and short of breath.

My head was pounding.

In addition, she hardly slept during the day. If it happens again tonight, she might really have to go through fire and water tonight!

Mrs. Qiao was so angry that her teeth itched, but she still forced a smile: "I've thought about it. Since we have separated and severed our relationship, I don't need you to serve me anymore."

"Why are you being so formal with me? Even if we are not grandparents and grandchildren, we are still fellow villagers. And it was me who injured your leg, so I must take responsibility for it." Wen Yan said with a smile.

What does Mrs. Qiao think of her?

Are they just random people who can be summoned and dismissed at will?

Excuse me.

Now that the game has started, Wen Yan can't get out unless she has fun.

Mrs. Qiao kept refusing, but was always blocked by Wen Yan.

Hui Niang and Pei'er helped Mrs. Qiao back to her room.

Then followed the process of last night.

Soak feet, fall asleep, wake up, tell stories.

Mrs. Qiao opened her round eyes and stared at the roof without blinking, with an expression as if she was ready to die.

The next morning, Wen Yan handed the person over to Qiao Dashuang before leaving.

Mrs. Qiao dragged her exhausted body after him and said, "Don't come tonight... tonight."

"That won't do. Your leg isn't healed yet. After all, I was the one who injured it, and I have to take full responsibility."

Mrs. Qiao almost broke her hand by shaking it: "I fell accidentally. My leg injury has nothing to do with you."

"Old lady, you swore that I hit you, and so many people saw it."

For the sake of my own life, I must get rid of Wen Yan, the plague god, today.

Mrs. Qiao pinched her thigh.

Her old eyes suddenly turned red, tears welled up in her eyes, and she looked very pitiful. "Yes...I deliberately hit you to get more benefits when the family was divided. You didn't touch me at all at that time. I fell in front of you on purpose. I beg you, please don't come here again."

Seeing more and more villagers gathering around her, she was already considering whether she should kneel down on the spot and kowtow to Wen Yan in public.

This way you can win everyone's sympathy.

"Old lady, why are you crying and saying these words? If someone sees me, they'll think I'm threatening you." Wen Yan directly exposed her little trick, "You won't kneel down for me later, will you?"

Mrs. Qiao gritted her teeth and slowly straightened her bent knees.

"My tears have nothing to do with you. It was just the strong wind this morning that blinded me."

"Everyone present is a witness. Your leg injury has nothing to do with me, and please don't make a fuss about it in the future. Since I didn't hurt you, I won't be serving you tonight."

Wen Yan said this lightly, then turned and left.

When Mrs. Qiao looked at Wen Yan's back, she gnashed her teeth in anger.

Wen Yan is truly her nemesis.

Whenever you meet her, nothing good will happen.

Let's see how long you can remain so arrogant.

I believe someone from the Wen family will be coming soon!

As soon as Mrs. Qiao relaxed her nerves, she felt dizzy and her vision went dark.

He quickly called Qiao Dashuang and helped her back to the house to rest.

Qiao Dashuang saw Wen Yan leave unharmed, and felt unwilling to accept that the task assigned by Wen Ruyue was not completed.

She asked Mrs. Qiao, "Mom, are we really going to let that little bitch Wen Yan go like this?"

The word "Wen Yan" was like a curse, causing the pain of not being able to sleep and the sea of ​​fire and swords in her dreams to intertwine before her eyes.

Mrs. Qiao just felt anxious and short of breath.

Days of fatigue made her lose control of her body.

With a shudder, a stream of heat surged between the legs...

Qiao Dashuang was shocked at first, then disgusted: "Mom, you..."

Mrs. Qiao's face turned pale. At this moment, she would rather be angry to death.

Compared to Mrs. Qiao's ugly behavior, Wen Yan returned home in a happy mood.

Sister Chi Fei will arrive in Beijing tomorrow.

She wanted to prepare two more dishes of Sister Chi Fei's favorite to welcome her.