Wei Yanzhen also just noticed that Song Yitao's hair was short and messy. No matter how she combed it, it couldn't be combed flat. It was on the top of her head like a bird's nest.
"Wife, could it be... related to you?"
Deng Zhilan nodded calmly.
On the day he cut her hair, Wei Yanzhen had just returned from repairing the dam and had no idea about this.
"No, why would she let you cut your hair like this?"
Wei Yanzhen was very surprised.
Deng Zhilan said bluntly: "Of course she didn't want to, I forced her to cut her hair."
At this time, Song Yitao and Luo Yisen, holding wine glasses, slowly walked towards them.
Deng Zhilan quietly warned Wei Yanzhen, "Don't mention the hair. She will get angry if anyone mentions it!"
Wei Yanzhen's mouth curled up. His wife was really naughty.
A buffet.
The men sat together alone, bragging, drinking, and playing finger-guessing games, and the atmosphere was lively.
The women sat at one table.
When Song Yitao saw Deng Zhilan sitting down, she immediately turned around and sat next to Zhu Qinghan.
But when she turned around, she saw that Zhu Qinghan was a person even more unlucky than her, and Song Yi's eyes almost popped out.
Why is my luck so bad?
My son is her wedding host, and yet he makes her feel so depressed?
"Mrs. Xu, please move aside. I'll sit next to you!"
So, Song Yitao changed her seat and sat down next to Mrs. Xu.
"Mrs. Xu, why doesn't Accountant Chen come to the banquet?"
Song Yitao asked casually.
But everyone at the table could hear her speak.
"Oh, it's really hard to collect the debt from the neighboring village. Our old Chen went there several times but couldn't get it back."
"He goes out every now and then and is not at home. My son is out again because he is busy."
Deng Zhilan knew Xu Dasao and had exchanged the job of gatekeeper with her.
But apart from this, there is no other feeling.
Deng Zhilan didn't say anything.
However, Zhu Qinghan, who was standing aside, took Mrs. Xu's words to heart.
Her roommate, Jiang Xiuxiu, moved into the Chen family, and Mrs. Xu was Accountant Chen's daughter-in-law.
"Mrs. Xu, is it okay for Xiuxiu to live in your house?"
However, after hearing this, Mrs. Xu was stunned and asked back, "Xiu Xiu? Who is Xiu Xiu?"
Zhu Qinghan was suddenly shocked.
Did Jiang Xiuxiu lie to her? Did she not live in Chen's house at all? Then where would she live now?
"Oh, no, I remembered the wrong person."
"I have a friend who is also staying at someone else's house. I made a mistake and remembered it as your house."
Except for Zhu Qinghan, no one else at the table who was dining knew Jiang Xiuxiu.
This topic has been turned over.
But Deng Zhilan was very sensitive and always felt that the name "Xiu Xiu" seemed to have been seen somewhere.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was lively. Several aunts chatted about dirty things and began to tease Song Yitao.
Zhu Qinghan also joined in, and everyone was very happy.
Deng Zhilan was worried, and even though she racked her brains, she still couldn't figure out what to do with "Xiu Xiu".
All I know is that the original author lives in the countryside and has a friend who has gone there.
But she was not sure whether that person was "Xiu Xiu".
…
As evening approached, some people gradually left.
The Wei family was next door to the Luo family, and the Wei family stayed until the end of the buffet.
Then he slowly walked towards his home.
Wei Yanzhen boiled some hot water in the kitchen, brought it back into the house, and washed off the smell of alcohol on himself.
After pouring the water, lock the door.
When he looked at Deng Zhilan again, his gaze became uncontrollable, his dry Adam's apple rolled, and his breathing became rapid.
What comes into view is a body with curves in all the right places, as white as jade.
"Wife, what are you doing..."
"My chest is swollen and uncomfortable."
Deng Zhilan didn't want to take off her clothes, but she seemed to have eaten too much at the buffet, and her chest was swollen.
I always feel that the clothes I wear are very tight.
Qin Ping made clothes for her, and everything fit her perfectly except that the bust was a little small.
"Wife, let me help you." A deep and hoarse voice.
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