"You vicious woman..."
A rough and angry voice exploded in her ears, and in a trance, Song Ning was pushed hard by someone.
She couldn't control her body from moving backwards, she stumbled, and fell to the ground.
Bang…
The pain in her butt and fragmented memories came together, and Song Ning's head exploded.
Song Ning held her forehead impatiently, unable to recover for a while.
"Song Ning, that's enough! Why are you pretending?!"
"Joan!"
A rough male voice and another person's shout suddenly rang in my ears.
A pair of slender and powerful hands appeared in front of Song Ning and lifted her up easily.
She couldn't help but look in the direction of the big hand. The young man in front of her had a high nose, deep eyes, and an upright figure...
The name of the little brother automatically popped up in my mind, Qiao Bo, her husband.
Out of professional habit, as a master of metaphysics, Song Ning subconsciously began to observe the young man's face, trying to figure out his fate.
A void...
Song Ning was stunned!
Song Ning couldn't help but look around, and when she saw it, her eyes widened.
In front of me is a small courtyard with three rooms made of red bricks and tiles. The red bricks are exposed, and the ground is not hardened, with exposed yellow soil.
There were several men and women sitting or standing in front of Song Ning. Qiao Bo, who had just helped her up, was now frowning and looking sternly at the opposite side.
In front of her was Joan, wearing a green military uniform. Joan was clenching his fists and staring at her angrily.
Behind Qiao An and Qiao Bo squatted two middle-aged men and women, Qiao Bo's parents-in-law, Old Man Qiao and Zhang Lan.
Next to Zhang Lan stood a girl with long braids crying with her head down. She was her sister-in-law, Qiao Ran.
The exposed red brick wall, the yellow earth ground, the long braid, the green military uniform, the old cloth shoes...
Isn’t this the rural scene from the 1970s and 1980s that often appeared in TV dramas?
Isn't she happily nestling in her newly bought villa and counting her money?
As a nationally renowned master of metaphysics, her ability to attract money is unparalleled, although she's not very good at keeping it...
How come I'm here as soon as I open my eyes?
Song Ning's pretty eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and she had a bad feeling.
As a metaphysical practitioner, premonitions often represent warnings from heaven.
"Did you use the money to buy clothes again?"
Qiao An looked at Song Ning sarcastically, "You really think you are the eldest daughter of the Song family! The real daughter is back, and you are just a fake..."
"The last time you spent three months' worth of your family's living expenses on a fashionable piece of clothing, what did you buy this time?"
"Is this the stuff you brought home in so many bags a few days ago?"
The boy must be in the voice changing period. His voice was rough and harsh. Song Ning couldn't help but want to raise her hands to cover her ears several times.
Clothes? Two hundred yuan?
As soon as these two words flashed through Song Ning's mind, a series of memories suddenly popped up in his mind.
Last month, I did take out 200 yuan and planned to go to the supply and marketing department to buy some daily necessities, but I ran into a few "acquaintances" on the way.
Those people first complained about the clothes she was wearing, and then showed off their new clothes to her.
He kept mocking her and said that she would never be able to wear such nice clothes again.
On impulse, she spent all her money on a fashionable outfit.
But she forgot that she was no longer the Miss Song, she was already married.
Although the Qiao family had Qiao Bo, a promising battalion-level officer, the Qiao brothers were still authentic rural people.
Rural people are used to being frugal and would rather spend every penny carefully. How could they withstand Song Ning's lavish spending?
Unexpectedly, as soon as Song Ning returned to Qiao Bo's house with the new clothes, Qiao Bo's mother Zhang Lan exploded.
Even the "good guy" Old Man Qiao, Qiao Bo's relative, frowned and immediately sent a telegram to the unit where Qiao Bo was.
At that time, Qiao Bo was on a mission and could not be contacted, but Zhang Lan made a big fuss and went directly to the Song family.
In the end, it was Song's father who stepped forward and took out 200 yuan to calm the situation.
But, if she remembered correctly, the two hundred dollars that she spent... was her own!
The entire Song family is in the army. Father Song Zhiyuan and Grandpa Song have good positions and decent salaries.
The Song family is never short of money. Before their daughter came to them, Song Ning, as the most favored junior in the Song family, had no shortage of money.
Before she got married, the Song family also gave her some money as a dowry.
After marrying Qiao Bo, Song Ning used her own money to cover all her expenses.
It can be said that she did some things, but the money she earned was all her own, and had nothing to do with the Qiao family.
But the bad thing is that Zhang Lan has long regarded the money of the deceased as her property...
Watching Song Ning spending money lavishly was like poking her lungs, it hurt so much!
Song Ning: I’m speechless…
"I'm spending my own money, how does that bother you?"
Just because Song Ning has a good temper and doesn't bother with them doesn't mean she will indulge the Qiao family's bad habits.
What's wrong with thinking about your wife's money?
"I married into your family, but you never gave me a penny!"
"Even if I spend all my money, how will it affect you?"
"Fuck your money! Bah..."
When Zhang Lan heard what Song Ning said, she jumped up in anger, pointed at Song Ning's nose, and started to curse.
"We haven't split up yet!"
"Give me back your money! Since you married into our family, you belong to our family, not to mention your money!"
Song Ning looked at the finger that was about to hit the tip of her nose and narrowed her eyes dangerously.
It's been a while since anyone has jumped around in front of her. The person who pointed at her nose and scolded her last time must be buried soon, right?
Song Ning moved her fingers and was about to take action, but Qiao Bo got there first and stood in front of her.
Song Ning loosened her fingers. Who told her that she was a senior patient with advanced "face cancer"?
However, Song Ning shook her head in her heart.
A handsome guy has a mother like this, it's really discouraging...
"Old woman..."
Old man Qiao, who was squatting on the ground not far away, suddenly called out to Zhang Lan, who was jumping up and down.
"Let's not talk about the past, let's just talk about the present!"
"Song Ning, as long as you can pay the money from selling the grain and Qiao An and Qiao Ran's tuition, we can let this go. Otherwise..."
Old man Qiao took a deep puff of the homemade cigarette he rolled, and then crushed the cigarette butt between his heels.
"Otherwise... our Qiao Family Temple is too small to accommodate a giant Buddha like you!"
"Divorce Qiao Bo!"
Old man Qiao clapped his hands on his buttocks, stood up and spoke in a loud voice.
Now that marriage certificates have just become popular in the village, villagers just need to set up a few banquets and invite relatives, friends and villagers to have a meal, and that is considered a marriage.
This is how Qiao Bo and Song Ning’s wedding was held.
As long as Qiao Bo's marriage report is not submitted, divorce will not be considered a violation of discipline.
Money from selling food? Tuition?
Song Ning raised her eyebrows. Isn't this the content of the period novel she read a few days ago?
Wouldn't she be transformed into Song Ning's troublesome female supporting role?
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