Chapter 52: Is the aunt next door being abused?
"Aunt Fang, let's take a look at the dustpan over there."
"You just happen to need one."
Li Zhiyan was well aware of Fang Zhiya's traditionalism. If he continued to watch, he would probably blush.
It’s better to get down to business now.
"Okay, Xiaoyan, please help Auntie check the quality issues."
Next, the two of them carefully selected items in the two-yuan store, and finally spent 75 yuan to take away large and small bags of things.
After returning home, the two of them went back and went to the supermarket.
Buy some daily necessities.
While strolling in the supermarket, Li Zhiyan asked, "Aunt Fang, why have I never seen you wearing high heels?"
Women basically wear high heels, but there are some who have never touched one in their entire lives.
Fang Zhiya in front of us is obviously like this. According to the trend of her previous life, she probably didn't wear high heels when she committed suicide in 2012.
"Auntie doesn't like wearing high heels."
Li Zhiyan finally understood Fang Zhiya's tradition. It was normal for a woman who never showed her arms or legs not to like wearing high heels.
In the following time, the two people ran back and forth several times.
After finishing everything, it was already past five in the afternoon.
Looking at Li Zhiyan who was helping her install curtains to protect her privacy, Fang Zhiya felt more and more touched. This kid was so good to her.
"Xiaoyan, go get some fan later, and I'll feed you."
The whirring sound of the kettle boiling water on the stove made Li Zhiyan more and more integrated into this era.
In a few years, you will basically no longer see honeycomb coal stoves, as they have basically been replaced by gas tanks or natural gas.
After installing the curtains on both sides, Li Zhiyan looked back and forth several times and found that there was no angle from which he could peek.
He also felt relieved.
"Aunt Fang, we've got it all ready for you. Your privacy will be guaranteed."
"Just draw the curtains at night."
It was very hot in the rental house, especially after the honeycomb coal was lit.
However, Fang Zhiya, who was very frugal, did not complain about the current bad environment.
Instead, he cooked quietly.
After a long time, the two of them squeezed in front of the somewhat crowded dining table.
"Xiaoyan, try the noodles made by auntie."
"It's filled with hot sauce that Auntie made herself."
Looking at the noodles simply served with spicy sauce and two side dishes, Li Zhiyan picked up the chopsticks and tasted it.
Sure enough, the food these aunts cook is very delicious.
In my previous life, none of the young girls I dated could cook. All they thought about all day was how to take money out of their pockets and squeeze out their surplus value.
"Aunt Fang, the noodles you make are really delicious, especially the spicy sauce, which is really amazing."
"Is it tasty."
"Mm, it's delicious, Aunt Fang, your cooking is really delicious. The temperature and saltiness of this dish are just right."
"Then when you have nothing to do in the future, you can come to your aunt's place and she will cook for you."
Fang Zhiya felt that she owed the child in front of her more and more.
I don’t know how he paid it back, he likes to eat the noodles he cooked.
Then I'll cook for him more often in the future.
"I will, Aunt Fang. Are you going to look for a job tomorrow?"
"Well...Yaolong's tuition fee is still not settled."
Fang Zhiya had a headache.
My previous job was due to some personal connections when my husband was not in prison.
It will not be easy to find a white-collar job with a monthly salary of 5,000 yuan in the future.
"But by the time the salary is paid, it will probably be too late."
"Xiaoyan, what do you think about Auntie selling mixed noodles?"
While eating the noodles cooked by Aunt Fang, Li Zhiyan thought that this was quite acceptable.
"Aunt Fang, I think it's possible. Your cooking is so delicious, you will definitely be able to make a lot of money."
Li Zhiyan knew that snack stands were very profitable. Some inconspicuous small stalls could earn 50,000 or 60,000 yuan a month or even more.
However, this business requires real hard work, and people without great perseverance simply cannot stick to it.
"Then Auntie can try..."
As the two chatted, the gloom in Fang Zhiya's heart dissipated a lot.
After dinner, both of them were sweating.
"Auntie Fang, why don't you boil some water and take a bath first."
"I'll help you watch at the door. I have to leave soon."
Fang Zhiya's pretty face turned a little red, but she agreed anyway.
…
Standing at the door and listening to the slight noises in the house, Li Zhiyan felt that the sound insulation of this house was indeed quite poor.
If I hadn't pretended to be Aunt Fang's son.
Then I guess there will be a lot of trouble.
"The monitor is really not a good person."
"The family has fallen on hard times, and they are treating my mother like this. They are not even willing to rent a house with her."
"What a beast! No wonder Aunt Fang ended up committing suicide in her previous life."
Ten minutes later, the door opened.
"Xiaoyan, come in, mommy is done washing."
At this time, Fang Zhiya and Li Zhiyan were still pretending to be mother and son to prevent anyone from having any bad intentions.
At this time, Aunt Fang's bust returned to that 36D size.
Then, Li Zhiyan whispered, "Aunt Fang, I have to go home. If you have anything, please call me anytime."
"If you have any questions, please call me anytime."
"good……"
While no one was paying attention, Li Zhiyan went downstairs. Looking at Li Zhiyan's back, Fang Zhiya felt very reluctant to let him go.
After the footsteps disappeared, Fang Zhiya locked the door, drew the curtains, and thought about the future.
…
At night, I lay at home and watched the ten thousand yuan arrive in my account.
Li Zhiyan was thinking about the next task.
"I already have 140,000 in savings, which brings me one step closer to my goal of becoming a millionaire..."
"Aunt Gu's ex-husband is coming back to see Yu Sisi."
"We can't let them have the chance to rekindle their old feelings."
"No matter what, Aunt Gu is mine..."
Li Zhiyan felt that he should also urge Aunt Gu.
After checking the time, Li Zhiyan called Fang Zhiya to ask how she was doing.
At this moment, Fang Zhiya, who had just arrived in a new environment, was tossing and turning.
During the day, the title of the story about the rental house that she and Li Zhiyan saw at the two-yuan store, "The Romance in the Rental House", kept echoing in her mind.
Because the weather was too hot, Fang Zhiya unbuttoned several buttons at this time, lying on her side facing the fan, and her cleavage was really bottomless.
And the pair of exposed snow-white beautiful legs are still very conspicuous in the rental house with the lights off.
A phone call came in, which surprised her a little.
Could it be his son's?
After seeing that it was Li Zhiyan calling, she realized that perhaps she shouldn't have any expectations of her son.
"Xiaoyan, is there anything you need from your aunt?"
Fang Zhiya, worried that she couldn't hear Li Zhiyan clearly, temporarily turned off the fan.
"No, I just wanted to ask you."
"How are you getting along in your new house?"
"It's pretty good..."
Although she had some insomnia, Fang Zhiya didn't want to talk about such things with a child, so as not to make Li Zhiyan worry.
"Aunt Fang, the food you cooked was so delicious. I still remember it now..."
As the two chatted, Fang Zhiya felt more and more that the entanglement between herself and Li Zhiyan was too deep.
Especially today, the relationship between the two people has deepened a lot.
I'm afraid this child will be indispensable in my life from now on.
"Xiaoyan, I will remember all your kindness to you for the rest of my life..."
As they chatted, Fang Zhiya said with some emotion.
She really regretted not knowing Li Zhiyan when her family was well-off. At that time, she really had the ability to pamper this child.
It's just a little embarrassing, myself and this kid who is 23 years younger than me.
Things always happen between men and women.
For example, watching a story session.
For example, he rubbed his feet, even though he knew Li Zhiyan was just an innocent child.
But he was old enough to get himself pregnant, and he could get himself pregnant five or six times a night.
At this moment, there was a creaking sound of inferior wooden boards coming from next door.
Fang Zhiya didn't expect that the sound insulation of this house was so poor.
In an instant, her pretty face became hot.
Li Zhiyan also heard this voice on his mobile phone.
He couldn't help but think of the cover title of the story club.
"Aunt Fang, was the aunt next door beaten?"
"Is this domestic violence? Auntie is screaming so miserably."
(End of this chapter)
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