Aunt Dong looked calm and composed, with no sign of lying.
Song Rushuang thought that she was just being too suspicious.
Is there anyone in Baishui Village who doesn’t know what kind of person Song Laoliu is?
Fortunately, her grandmother told everyone about the suspicion of arson early on.
In this way, even if someone wants to join in the fun, they dare not provoke Song Laoliu.
It's better to be safe than sorry.
What if Song Laoliu gets unhappy and burns down their house?
After going back and forth a few times, some troubles were temporarily reduced.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, with no sign of stopping.
Even with an umbrella, there was no dry place on anyone's body.
Aunt Dong squeezed Song Rushuang's hand and said to her:
"Xiao Ni, go to my house and change into clean clothes. If you keep getting wet like this, you'll definitely catch a cold."
Song Rushuang didn't say anything to refuse.
She still had to go find her family, so she naturally couldn't collapse now.
They walked a few steps outside, and Song Laoliu actually followed them closely.
Aunt Dong first exchanged a glance with Song Rushuang, then stopped and said to Song Laoliu behind her:
"Sixth Brother, my husband has gone to the city to buy some goods. Can you follow him?"
They are an orphan and a widow at home, and with Song Rushuang around, there is nothing wrong with them.
She is just a little girl.
But can Song Laoliu be the same?
Song Laoliu's expression became calmer.
He didn't think there was anything unreasonable about following.
Facing Aunt Dong's question, Song Laoliu said as a matter of course:
"This little girl is a relative of Ding Lan's family, so she is naturally my relative. Now that the Song family is gone and there is no one at home, I should naturally be responsible for her daily life."
She didn’t know if it was Song Rushuang’s illusion, but she always felt that Song Laoliu looked at her with some ill intentions.
Although she didn't want to think of the worst, Song Rushuang had to be on guard.
If Song Laoliu hadn't suspected that she was Song Rushuang, he would have treated her as an ordinary woman.
Any man is a potential threat to ordinary women.
Song Rushuang couldn't possibly gamble her life on this.
Song Rushuang frowned slightly and immediately refused:
"I'm sorry, I don't think I know you."
How presumptuous!
How dare he say he would take care of her right away?
Who does he think she is?
Song Rushuang pursed her lips. Ever since she saw Song Laoliu, she has been on the verge of anger.
It's not like she had never seen shameless people before, but this was the first time she had seen someone as shameless as Song Laoliu.
Not to mention Song Rushuang herself, even Aunt Dong felt that what Song Laoliu said was inappropriate.
She said bluntly:
"This child is not a child anymore. How can she live with you?"
Song Laoliu's eyes flickered slightly, and he said inexplicably:
"Don't think too much, I just treat her as my own daughter,"
After a pause, even though he saw Aunt Dong and Song Rushuang's strange expressions, he still spoke calmly:
"Come to think of it, if my daughter were still alive, she would be about the same age as her."
Song Rushuang suddenly felt a chill and goosebumps all over her body.
In his heart, he didn't know how much he hoped she would die. If he really had to feel sorry, it was probably because he felt sorry that Song Rushuang didn't die at his hands.
Judging from what he said now, he might want to vent his resentment towards Song Rushuang on the so-called "substitute".
The ambition that is so obvious is really disgusting.
Aunt Dong was quite persistent.
Probably because we are both women.
She also couldn't bear to see Song Rushuang step into danger like this.
"Then I will definitely believe you. I treat this child as my own daughter. How about this? The child will live with me first."
Song Rushuang was afraid that Song Laoliu would say something sophistry, so she nodded quickly.
It was considered as a direct agreement.
Since she, the person involved, had nodded, Song Laoliu's face looked gloomy.
But he didn't say much.
"Okay, since Xiaoni has chosen this, then let's live in the Dong family."
This voice sounded as if it was showing mercy and allowing Song Rushuang to live in the Dong family.
Song Rushuang felt as disgusted as she could be.
But his face still had an air of keeping a low profile.
Aunt Dong hugged her affectionately and walked towards her own yard.
After walking for a distance, even through the rain, Song Rushuang could still feel a burning gaze falling on her.
Song Rushuang pursed her lips. She thought that she should do something, at least not just sit there and wait for death.
The money given by the Shen family before was a great help at this time.
Therefore, Song Rushuang was also extremely fortunate.
Fortunately, she listened to Lin Qianyi and accepted the money.
Otherwise, it would really be a matter of money that makes a hero fall.
After returning to Dong's house and entering the courtyard, the sight was no longer so obvious.
After tidying up, Song Rushuang changed into a white and yellow floral dress.
When she just came out from the inner room after changing her clothes, Aunt Dong immediately clapped her hands and couldn't help but praise her:
"Hey, I'm telling you, this guy is fake just because he relies on his clothes. If he were good-looking, he'd look good even if he wore a sack!"
At the end, I sighed:
"Xiao Ni is so pretty, like a fairy. Do you have a boyfriend?"
Subconscious matchmaking is probably a common problem among all middle-aged women.
Song Rushuang was just about to say no, but for some reason, Lin Qianyi's handsome face, as handsome as a sculpture, appeared in her mind.
There are no two words to describe this.
But then he thought, if Lin Qianyi married someone else, then he would have nothing to do with him anymore.
A trace of discomfort flashed through her heart, and Song Rushuang smiled and said to Aunt Dong:
"Auntie, I'm still underage."
She is still a baby, isn't this kind of question too far away from her?
Who would have thought that Aunt Dong didn't think age would be a problem at all.
"It's okay. Let's not rush into anything. Let's talk first. I have a kid at home who is also a minor, about your age."
Song Rushuang raised her eyebrows in surprise:
"You look so young, yet you have a child who's almost my age?"
It's not a compliment, but Aunt Dong is indeed not that old.
According to Song Rushuang's estimation, he was at most in his thirties.
"Hey, for us rural people, this is how we get married."
After a while, a loud voice rang out outside the house:
"Mom, I'm hungry!"
Song Rushuang was startled. It was the voice of a little boy, but it sounded clear and pleasant.
She narrowed her eyes slightly. It was obvious that her voice hadn't changed yet, right?
so……
It seemed that Song Rushuang didn't need to think much, as the door curtain had already been lifted from the outside, and a handsome little guy came jumping in.
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