Chapter 27: The Domineering Four-Wheel Jeep
"What are you doing? Are you acting like a hooligan in broad daylight?" Zhao Mei pushed Zhang Changjiang away.
Director Li ran out of the yard in a hurry: "Changjiang, you..." He glanced sideways and saw the girl squatting under the willow branches on the left side of the door, and she immediately gasped.
"I didn't do anything, uncle." Zhang Changjiang felt that he was definitely wronged this time:
"I just asked him how much a pound of loach costs so I can buy some to make soup for my mom."
Director Li looked at Zhang Changjiang for a long time, then looked at Ma Qijun's wife who lowered her head and said nothing:
"real?"
"Really? I swear." Zhang Changjiang shrank his neck and pointed to the sky with three fingers, glancing at Ye Xiaomei subconsciously.
Looking from above, her white neck inside her collar was really dazzling. Gulp! His throat moved. He had never seen such white skin before.
"Are you going to buy it or not?" Zhao Mei looked up at the young man. He looked decent, but the look he gave her just now was clearly directed at her daughter. He was clearly being a hooligan.
"Buy it. Buy it all." Zhang Changjiang licked his lips.
Zhao Mei poured all the loaches to her and weighed them casually: "Loaches are three yuan per catty, and here are 26 catties."
Director Li didn't think much about it when he saw that his nephew looked very capable.
On the way back, Ye Xiaomei and Zhao Mei counted the money over and over again.
Ye Xiaomei gritted her teeth and chose a pencil case with an automatic magnet. This kind of pencil case is the most popular this year, and it has two layers.
She bought a set of pencils and notebooks, and chose the best eraser. Ye Xiaomei tried it several times on the spot, and this one was the cleanest one.
Ye Xiaomei was so happy that she didn't want to talk and just wanted to hum a song. This way, Xiaoya wouldn't have to go to the bathroom to pick up corks as erasers when going to school, and she wouldn't have to hold the picked up pencil tips to do her homework.
In the hospital compound.
The brother-in-law Li Hao said proudly: "Brother-in-law, please stop bothering my sister. I advise you to complete the divorce procedures as soon as possible."
When Zhang Youquan heard this, the plastic bag in his hand dropped to the ground helplessly, and the eels inside scattered everywhere.
Zhang Youquan twitched his lips and said, "Divorce? Isn't that asking someone to poke my spine?"
Divorce is a big deal in this day and age. Not only will people from the Women's Federation come to your door and keep bothering you until you don't want to get a divorce, but the procedures are also quite difficult.
Director Li Hao put his hands in the pockets of his white coat:
"Whether you show up or not, my sister can find someone to do this. So, Brother Zhang, you and my sister should just call it quits from now on. You sell your watermelons, and my sister does her accounting."
Zhang Youquan naturally knew that his daughter-in-law's family was well-off, so he turned around and looked at his son who was riding a motorcycle at the door:
"Then my son must live with me, otherwise who will take care of me when I am old?"
"I don't want to live with you. You get angry when I ask you for thirty dollars. I'd rather live with my mom. She buys me whatever I want."
Zhang Changjiang kicked the accelerator and sped away. The heavy plastic bag hanging on the handlebars of the motorcycle swung in a big circle, and a few loaches jumped out of it and fell to the ground. Zhang Changjiang didn't care, as he bought it for the beautiful woman.
Zhang Youquan just felt powerless, old and single. The pride he had maintained for half a lifetime softened in an instant.
When Ye Xiaomei returned home, the familiar military vehicle was already parked at the door.
Wang Minzhi, who was cooking in the kitchen, heard the noise and ran out: "Where are you two doing?" Is she dead? Why did she have to cook for her?
Seeing that smoke was still coming out of the old lady's hair, Ye Xiaomei put the diabolo basket in the corner and searched around the yard as if possessed by a ghost.
Ma Qijun's car was clearly parked at the door, but where were the others?
Ye Xiaomei washed her hands and looked back towards the west room. He wouldn't be in my room, right?
But Heizi is a person who can't stay still. Why is there no trace of Heizi in the yard?
Ye Xiaomei carefully pushed open the door of the west room and turned right to find her own small room.
The door of the room was not closed, and sure enough, Ma Qijun was sitting at his desk reading a book.
No, it was Ye Xiaomei's hand-sewn notebook, filled with her own notes:
"Don't mess it up for me." This was her note for the week.
Ye Xiaomei instinctively went forward to grab it, but Ma Qijun raised his hand and dodged, and Ye Xiaomei missed.
At the same time, in just a moment, Ye Xiaomei's body suddenly softened. Ma Qijun was quick to grab her with his intact arm:
"Are you angry? Then I won't touch your things. Please don't be angry, okay?" Ma Qijun panicked for the first time and quickly grabbed Ye Xiaomei's lower back with one hand.
Who knew that her body was as soft as fresh noodles, just like clothes on a clothesline. Ma Qijun got anxious, because even professional dancers don't bend their waists like that, or she might break.
He quickly pulled the soft and boneless body into his arms: "Xiao Mei?"
The moment Ye Xiaomei's body was suddenly lifted up, she instinctively leaned forward and fell into Ma Qijun's arms:
"Xiao Mei?"
Ye Xiaomei's body was boiling, but she was still clear-headed: "Put me...put me on the bed."
The woman's breath was as fragrant as orchid, her eyes were hazy, and her words unconsciously added a strong charm.
"Hurry up, I can't take it anymore, uh...Qijun, hug me."
The sudden rotation made Ma Qijun stunned for a moment. On the bed? Gulp, Ma Qijun's burning throat moved.
As the only clear mind in Ye Xiaomei's mind became cloudy, she rubbed the man's neck vigorously with her smiling face:
"I...I think..."
Ye Xiaomei's face was flushed, her body was soft and warm, she bit her lips tightly and swallowed the words she wanted to say to him.
Which man can bear this?
Ma Qijun only felt a current instantly spreading throughout his body. His muscles instantly tensed up. The more tense they were, the more he felt the fragrance and softness in his arms eroding him inch by inch.
It wasn't until he felt his fingers start to go numb that he realized he had a huge physiological reaction.
Ma Qijun forced himself to suppress the fire in his heart. Sweat dripped from his scalp to the base of his neck. He wished he could crush her into pieces and stuff her into his body. This was his woman. She must be his woman.
Ye Xiaomei was sweating profusely. She clasped the man's neck with both hands, and her lips were so close to his. Ye Xiaomei opened her red lips slightly, and her sweet breath teased Ma Qijun:
"Qijun...I...I..."
"Oh, the Yangtze River is here. Come on, come inside and sit down."
The sound of a motorcycle came from the door of the Ye family. Zhang Changjiang came down from the motorcycle. Ye Xiaolin in the east room was already dressed up.
She had three braids, one on each side of her head, and was wearing a newly-tailored floral jacket and a pair of crystal sandals that Zhang Changjiang had bought for her that were exactly the same as Ye Xiaomei's. She immediately looked energetic.
Ye Xiaolin pulled her two braids and turned them around in front of the mirror: "Yangtze River."
The door was opened and Ye Xiaolin hurried forward.
Zhang Changjiang lifted a bunch of hair that he had grown particularly long on his forehead and curled his lips:
"Xiao Lin, whose car is that outside the door? It looks so impressive, it must be the military jeep."
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