Song Xiaojuan is such a black-hearted person
Song Xiajuan always wants to touch her nose when she feels uncomfortable.
"Do you know this person?" Song Xiaojuan changed the subject.
"You are blackmailing your old lady's youngest son." Zhao Guomin spoke in a natural tone, but he was still thinking about Song Xiaojuan in his heart. How could she, who had never left the village, know Sanda moves?
The kick she just gave was definitely not a random one. Thinking of this, Zhao Guomin found more and more suspicious things about Song Xiaojuan.
He used to be a poor little kid who was bullied, how come he suddenly became so powerful?
Whatever he was thinking, he didn't show it on his face.
Song Xiaojuan was still immersed in the matter of blackmailing the old lady and did not notice that Zhao Guomin was acting abnormally.
"All this happened just because I didn't rent their house?" Song Xiaojuan looked incredulous.
"have no idea."
In fact, he knew that he had been blackmailed at the beginning, but Zhao Guomin was tall and strong, so she couldn't hold him back.
Even her son Xiao Jiabao was called out.
Zhao Guomin had a vicious look in his eyes. He kicked Xiao Jiabao and wanted to call the police, but the other party was scared.
He thought the matter was over, but who knew this family would play dirty tricks. The last time he saw nails, he watched for five days in a row but didn't see anyone put them down. He thought he was overthinking it and let his guard down.
Zhao Guomin was so engrossed in his thoughts that he forgot about his sprained foot. As soon as he lifted his foot, the piercing pain almost made him fall, so he grabbed Song Xiaojuan.
Only then did Song Xiaojuan realize that his foot was injured. She quickly helped him sit down nearby and walked over to the three people. "Move somewhere else. The box is being crushed."
The three thugs were now angry but dared not say anything when they saw Song Xiaojuan. This woman had kicked them so hard.
Song Xiaojuan loaded all the bags into the car and let Zhao Guomin get in.
Zhao Guomin looked at the car, then at Song Xiaojuan: "No need, I can just walk up."
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Song Xiaojuan didn't force it.
When we got home, we helped him onto the kang. When we turned on the light, we saw that Zhao Guomin's feet were swollen. I guess he needs to be taken good care of.
"Do you have Yunnan Baiyao?" Song Xiaojuan said, looking around.
"Yes, in the drawer of that table."
Song Xiaojuan went over and opened the drawer. There were miscellaneous items on the left. She opened the drawer on the right and found a book inside with medicine next to it.
When Song Xiaojuan took out the medicine, she also dropped the notebook on it to the ground.
She picked it up and found that it was the painting she saw on the day she rented the house.
The painting was more detailed than last time, and Song Xiaojuan finally understood why it looked so familiar.
This person looks a lot like her before she traveled through time, but her eyebrows weren't so ugly.
Song Xiaojuan originally wanted to ask Zhao Guomin, but she was afraid that it was his privacy and it would be too embarrassing to ask, so she swallowed her words back.
When Zhao Guomin saw the notebook fall to the ground, he wanted to open his mouth, but then he stopped, as if compelled to see Song Xiaojuan's reaction.
As a result, Song Xiaojuan put the notebook back as if nothing had happened.
"The swelling is so severe. You can't ride a bike these days." Song Xiaojuan pressed it lightly with her hand while spraying him with medicine.
Zhao Guomin didn't feel any pain, but instead felt a tingling electric sensation slowly coming up from his ankle.
He subconsciously retracted his foot and said from the heart, "Do you think it's not swollen high enough?"
Song Xiaojuan smiled and nodded.
Zhao Guomin didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing her smiling and nodding, his hand unconsciously tapped her forehead.
Song Xiaojuan was stunned. After Zhao Guomin finished playing, he felt awkward and didn't know where to put his hands.
Song Xiaojuan found it amazing that she didn't feel disgusted by his behavior.
The air was quiet for a few seconds.
"Well, now I understand why the girl next door scolded us the other day. It seems that old lady was the one who started the trouble." Song Xiaojuan didn't want to make the atmosphere awkward, so she quickly changed the subject.
"Well, by the way, you should take the remaining yellow peaches and apples back, otherwise they will go bad."
"I can't finish it either. Why don't you set up a stall at the door and sell it to me?" Song Xiaojuan didn't want to take advantage of others, but she didn't want to spend money to buy it either.
"I'm not selling it anymore. If you can't eat the yellow peaches, you can can them." Zhao Guomin's tone was flat, but his eyes were fixed on Song Xiaojuan.
"There is no rock sugar at home." Song Xiaojuan said without thinking.
After saying this, she was a little puzzled. Zhao Guomin really knew a lot. How did he know how to make canned food in this day and age? She herself learned it from watching a certain audio video.
Song Xiaojuan was still immersed in her own thoughts, so much so that she missed Zhao Guomin's eyes.
When Zhao Guomin heard her say rock sugar, his eyes became deep.
He was already 60% sure in his mind. Song Xiaojuan had always lived in the countryside, so how could she know how to can food?
Zhao Guomin's expression did not change, and his tone was gentle: "Yeah, let's make it after we buy some rock sugar. Alas, it's just that my feet are a bit difficult to walk on, and I don't know if any restaurant nearby can deliver food." After saying that, he smiled helplessly at Song Xiaojuan.
Song Xiaojuan cursed in her heart. She was not a fool, so she naturally understood what Zhao Guomin meant.
Song Xiaojuan took on the job.
Who can blame this guy for always being so charming? I used to think he had single eyelids, but after taking a closer look today, I found out he has double eyelids, and the tails of his eyes are a little bit raised, which... looks pretty good.
Half of the cooked meal was brought to him that night.
When Song Xiaojuan woke up the next morning, she had prepared dinner and after thinking for a while, she brought it to Zhao Guomin.
Zhao Guomin hopped on one foot to open the door for her. He seemed to be washing up, with his hair dripping with water.
Song Xiaojuan originally wanted to put down the bowl and leave, but who knew that this person suddenly laughed, and Song Xiaojuan almost got goosebumps.
This guy has been acting weird since last night. Why is he suddenly acting so nervous?
Song Xiaojuan rubbed her arms and hurried to work.
After seeing Song Xiaojuan leave, Zhao Guomin's face darkened.
If Song Xiaojuan was really the woman in the elevator, he had to figure out what happened. He still had some doubts. They didn't know each other at the time, so why would she greet him?
Song Xiaojuan didn't know what was going on in Zhao Guomin's mind. If she knew, she would feel so wronged that she would die.
She was clearly trying to save someone, but ended up getting herself into trouble.
Still seeking revenge on her? What a joke.
The reason why she greeted Zhao Guomin at that time was because she had met this man twice.
The first time was in an underground parking lot. Her then-ambiguous partner and Zhao Guomin were live streaming in the car and were caught by Song Xiaojuan.
Song Xiajuan didn't say anything at the time. She calmly recorded the scene with her mobile phone before quietly turning around and leaving.
The second time they met was in their boss's office. Their company was going public, and Zhao Guomin was there to do background research on the company.
After two encounters, not only did people have no impression of her, they were also suspicious of her.
Song Xiaojuan didn't know all this at the time. She was only thinking about saving money to open a store.
When she arrived at the stall, she saw that Li Yulan had a perm on her hair. Song Xiaojuan knew that this hairstyle was popular now, but she didn't think it looked good.
Li Yulan has a very innocent face, and Song Xiaojuan doesn't know why she always acts like a queen.
"What are you looking at? You want to perm your hair too. I'll give you the address." Li Yulan was very happy and recommended it to Song Xiaojuan.
Song Xiaojuan shook her head and straightened her clothes: "My hair is not good-looking with less hair. Can the model come today?"
After spending some time together, Song Xiaojuan realized that Li Yulan was a boss who was not particular about details. She tried to bring up the matter of the model, and Li Yulan said without hesitation that she would take care of it.
Li Yulan's efficiency is quite high. The model arrived at noon. Song Xiaojuan matched a set of clothes and put them on the model, while Li Yulan supported the model from the side.
"Hey, Lulu, this suit looks good. Does it suit your Lao Zhao?"
The voice came from behind Song Xiaojuan. She turned around and saw An Lu, who was pregnant, and another girl of similar age standing in front of their stall.
An Lu was stunned at first, and then her tone was a little harsh: "Why are you here? You're just a plaster." The last sentence was muttered.
Song Xiaojuan heard it but was not angry at all. This was a little fat sheep, so let her grumble. The most important thing was to make money.
When Song Xiaojuan thought of this, her smile became even gentler: "Oh, what a coincidence, are you shopping with your friends? Come in and take a look, there are all new products in there."
An Lu's expression became even stiffer: "No need! Let's go somewhere else."
Song Xiaojuan couldn't let this fat sheep get away. She stepped forward and stood in front of An Lu: "Are you embarrassed to see me? It's okay. Zhao Wenhua and I are the past. I let it go a long time ago. Are you worried that I will snatch Zhao Wenhua away?"
"How interesting! What do I have to worry about?" An Lu blushed because of Song Xiaojuan's anger, and her voice unconsciously became louder.
Song Xiaojuan laughed inwardly. This girl was indeed impulsive. "Then why didn't you dare to come in? Aren't you afraid of facing me?"
"Why shouldn't I be afraid to face you?" After saying that, he turned around and walked into the stall.
Her friend tried to pull it but couldn't get it to stop.
Song Xiaojuan tried to suppress her laughter and followed him in. "Don't look at those things over there. They're too expensive. Zhao Wenhua only suits cheap clothes."
An Lu glared at Song Xiaojuan and said fiercely, "Boss, bring me the most expensive things in your house!"
Li Yulan was originally watching the fun from the side of the stall. When she heard her name being called, she raised an eyebrow at Song Xiaojuan before saying with a smile, "Beautiful lady, those things you see are all just brought back from Guangzhou. They're super popular this year."
Song Xiaojuan cursed Li Yulan in her heart for being so ruthless. These items were all kept in the bottom of the box last year. "Hey, boss, please don't recommend them to her. Don't you know that even if her husband wears the best clothes, he still can't wear them elegantly?"
"Who are you calling unrefined? This one, I want a few of these. Find me one that's three feet four inches long."
Song Xiajuan pretended to hesitate for a moment: "You took too much, Zhao Wenhua doesn't deserve to wear those."
"Give me a few pieces here too." An Lu raised her chin, and she looked like if Song Xiaojuan said one more word, she would take over the store.
Song Xiaojuan could only "obediently" go find clothes, packing bags while pretending to sigh.
After An Lu and her friends left, she couldn't help laughing.
"Isn't this young lady stupid? How did you know her?" Li Yulan looked at Song Xiaojuan with inquiring eyes.
Song Xiaojuan was keeping accounts. When she heard Li Yulan's question, she didn't even look up. She just told her how Zhao Wenhua was a scumbag.
"Oh my god! Are you going to let him go so easily?" Li Yulan asked angrily.
Of course, Song Xiaojuan would not let this scumbag go so easily, but there were some things she could not say to Li Yulan.
Song Xiaojuan's joy of slaughtering the fat sheep only lasted for a day and a half, and she regretted it the next day.
In the evening she went shopping for groceries and returned home as usual.
As soon as I arrived at the intersection, I saw Zhao Guomin sitting on a pile of stones at the intersection with a wooden stick next to him.
What's this guy doing? His feet are so swollen, and he's still showing off.
"What are you doing here? Do you want to buy something?" Song Xiaojuan walked up to him and asked.
"Wait for you, I'm afraid Xiao Jiabao will come to trouble you again." Zhao Guomin said naturally, while holding the stick and trying to stand up.
When Song Xiaojuan heard him say he was waiting for her, she felt a little awkward for some reason.
With his legs and feet, it's not certain who will protect whom, he thought to himself, and glanced at his feet. Why does it seem that he has more difficulty walking than yesterday?
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