Zou Jiaping said with a bitter face: "If you sell them, I will be left without a wife."
The old lady said, "Sell them for a good price and then find you another one."
Lin Weixiang widened her eyes. They didn't even avoid her and said such things to her face.
"Jiaping, let's get a divorce."
She doesn't want to stay in this house even if she dies.
The man didn't say anything.
The old lady sneered, "Want a divorce? No way. In our family, there's only widowhood, not divorce. Unless you die, you'll be sold off."
Daya and Sanya were terrified and hugged Lin Weixiang tightly: "Mom, Mom."
There was a glimmer of despair in Lin Weixiang's eyes.
But, in just a moment, her eyes, as dead as a pool, moved. She pulled her two daughters and said, "Don't be afraid, don't cry, Mom will not abandon you."
The old lady shook her fire tongs and urged fiercely, "Hurry up and get something to eat."
Lin Huixiang said nothing this time. She lowered her head and took her two daughters to the stove.
Zou Jiaping stepped forward, took the fire tongs, threw them aside and said, "Mom, don't hit people with fire tongs anymore. It's not a good look to have wounds all over your body."
The old lady snorted and said, "I understand. I'll use something else next time."
…
Chi Lanlan's current schedule is to squeeze in time every morning to attend classes with Song Lingshu, learn some medicinal herbs in the afternoon, and study her cultural knowledge in the evening to prepare for the college entrance examination.
Her goal is actually to study architecture, because the real estate industry will be the most profitable and will dominate the market for decades.
But medicine is the old lady's lifelong learning, and she doesn't want to give up. The more she learns, the better.
When Zhou Jingyun came back, Chi Lanlan was still reading by lamplight.
Her black hair was wet and draped over her shoulders. It was obvious that she had just washed her hair. She just wiped it lightly and then started reading the book carefully.
The dim yellow light enveloped the girl's slender figure, with her black stockings draped behind her, revealing a hazy aura. However, she herself was completely unaware of this and was only focused on the book in her hands.
The long eyelashes cast a long silhouette under the light, and the delicate profile reveals tranquility and beauty.
Zhou Jingyun's eyes darkened, and he paused for a moment. After a while, he slowly walked to her side.
Chi Lanlan was still unaware.
It wasn't until Zhou Jingyun reached out and took her book that Chi Lanlan was stunned for a moment. She looked up at Zhou Jingyun and asked, "You're back."
Zhou Jingyun looked at her face deeply, put down the book, and said softly: "Well, it's so late, why don't you rest?"
Chi Lanlan's beautiful eyes gleamed: "It's still early, I can still study for a while."
Zhou Jingyun didn't say anything else and said, "I'm going to take a shower."
When the man turned around, he took off all his clothes.
Take it off while walking!
The main thing is that when Zhou Jingyun walked to the door, her slender waist was already exposed!
Chi Lanlan quickly turned her head away, and when she picked up the book again, all she could think of was Zhou Jingyun's thin waist!
It’s so annoying!
Chi Lanlan was just about to pick up the book when suddenly, a drop of bright red dripped onto the page.
She froze.
It feels like I haven’t experienced anything yet!
I’ve seen pigs and eaten pork, so why am I still bleeding from the nose?
She quickly reached out and took the tissue, wiping it across her face.
So embarrassing!
I recited the Heart Sutra several times in my mind to calm myself down.
However, Zhou Jingyun's thin waist was like a curse, constantly disturbing her mind.
She simply put the book down, but then she felt a wave of heat rushing out of her nostrils again, so she quickly leaned her head back on the armrest of the chair.
When Zhou Jingyun came in after taking a shower, he saw Chi Lanlan's little head leaning on the back of the chair, pinching her nose with one hand.
He strode over and asked, "What's wrong?"
Chi Lanlan was about to speak when she raised her eyelids and saw a scene that made her blood boil: Zhou Jingyun was not wearing a shirt!
The hard eight-pack abs appeared before her.
It’s so annoying!
As an old lady, she really can't stand young handsome guys.
The nosebleed that was about to start suddenly burst out!
Zhou Jingyun was so scared that he quickly reached out and covered her nose with a tissue.
"Why are you always bleeding from the nose?"
Chi Lanlan pushed him with her hand and said, "Can you please have some manly manners and put on your clothes?"
Zhou Jingyun didn't understand. What did his not wearing clothes have to do with her nosebleed?
"Let me take a look at you." He stretched out his hand to feel her pulse.
Chi Lanlan would never let him take her pulse, but Zhou Jingyun insisted on doing so.
When he felt her pulse, his gaze on her became deeper.
Finally, he said self-reproachfully, “Blame me.”
Chi Lanlan: “…”
No, what's that look in his eyes?
Looking guilty, sad and heartbroken?
Zhou Jingyun carefully picked up Chi Lanlan.
Chi Lanlan screamed in her heart: "No, I'm still bleeding from my nose."
She was a little flustered, covering her nose and afraid that she would fall.
Zhou Jingyun carefully put her on the bed and looked at her with deep eyes.
“It’s been so busy these days.”
In fact, he was also full of vigor and vitality, but he did not expect that the heat in his young wife's body was more serious than he imagined.
"Wait me a moment."
He put the man on the bed and turned to leave.
After a while, a basin of cold water was poured in and Chi Lanlan was asked to put her feet on the ground.
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