Sun Xiaomei nodded: "Old man, why is this?"

Wang Sanyou sighed heavily: "Sun Xiaomei, I, I ---''"

''Old man, don't ramble, just say what you have to say!''

Wang San didn't dare to look at Sun Xiaomei's eyes again. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info turned his head to look at the cold wall opposite. Take a deep breath. In a firm tone, he said, "I'm going to give you to someone else!"

Sun Xiaomei couldn't believe her ears. Originally, she was already very hurt to marry an old and lame old man, but she didn't expect to be given to others as a gift! At this moment, her heart was like being torn by thousands of ants, and in the end, only a shell was left for nothing.

She looked at her flowery bridal dress in a daze, and asked word by word, "Who are you going to give me to?"

Wang San no longer had any scruples as he did just now, but said generously: "I owe 200 taels of gambling debts to Wanli Gambling House, and I won't tell you that I have lost all the money in my family." Master Zhao of the gambling house called me to pay off the debt. Be his wife. ''

Sun Xiaomei suddenly collapsed to the ground, thinking that she was famous for a lifetime, and in the end she wanted to be the wife of a person who opened a gambling house. My heart is sour and bitter. Mixed tastes. The loss of martial arts is already an unbearable pain, and he can't be tortured and given as a gift to others without explanation. With tears on his face, he stood up, turned around and rushed outside. However, Wang San hugged him tightly and dragged his right leg with both hands. Sun Xiaomei shouted sharply: "Let go!" But Wang Sanxiang didn't hear it, and still only grabbed Sun Xiaomei's right leg and didn't let go. Sun Xiaomei's martial arts were all in vain. At this moment, I can't exert half of my strength.

Wang San cried with tears streaming down his face and said: "Sun Xiaomei, I beg you, if I don't give you to Master Zhao, I'm afraid I will die tomorrow! I don't know if there is anyone who will send me to the end of my life. Please, I don't want to die yet!'' After speaking, he kept kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to Sun Xiaomei. Cry. That sadness is that a passerby can't help crying when he sees it.

Sun Xiaomei looked at Wang San, who was crying incessantly, and her heart was also sour, Wang San had been lonely all his life, and he was pitiful enough, if he couldn't die well, it would indeed be too cruel. But let herself use -- to exchange, how can Sun Xiaomei be willing!

Looking at Wang San, who was crying, Sun Xiaomei's heart softened: "Uncle Wang, get up." I promise you!''

Wang San couldn't believe his ears: "You, you, didn't lie to me!"

Sun Xiaomei hid the pain in her heart, and barely squeezed out a smile: "Didn't you also say that if I don't help you, you will be killed?

After hearing this, Wang San fiercely cut a few loud ear scrapers at his face: "What a sin!" and then spread it weakly on the old chair.

Sun Xiaomei held back the grief in her heart and asked, "I wonder when you plan to give me to that Master Zhao?"

Wang San closed his eyes and said quietly, "Now." ''

Sun Xiaomei thundered like five thunders. I didn't expect my bad luck to come so suddenly. After a while, Sun Xiaomei asked again: "You gave me to Master Zhao, hasn't he married yet?"

Wang San said with a painful face: "Of course, Master Zhao has already married, he just asked you to be his concubine with the lowest differentiation." It's the kind of person who doesn't have a maid to serve and does his own laundry and cooks. Clean the house. No matter what a wife or concubine says, you can't contradict it! To put it bluntly, you are a superficial concubine and an actual maid!''

''What?'' Sun Xiaomei felt incredible. It's obviously jumping into the fire pit! It's just washing and cooking by yourself, and you have to listen to others for everything. You have to fight back and scold. Her Sun Xiaomei has always been happy to take revenge, but now she has to suffer this anger! But is there any other way, we can't let Uncle Wang die tragically at home!''

Sun Xiaomei took a deep breath and tried to adjust her emotions. Then he said very calmly, "In that case, let's go!"

Wang San lowered his head and followed behind Sun Xiaomei honestly. There was already a sedan chair parked at the door. Obviously, he was here to pick up people, and when the housekeeper saw Wang San come out with a woman, he immediately understood, and sneered with disdain: "Please!

Sun Xiaomei sat silently in a sedan chair. Nothing to say all the way.

About half an hour later, the sedan chair stopped at the door of Zhao's house. The butler said in a strange way; Mrs. Aunt hasn't gotten out of the sedan chair yet, are you still waiting for the master to invite you personally?'' After speaking, he threw up his sleeves and left.

Sun Xiaomei is delicate, and the housekeeper has long been gone. When the sedan chair drivers saw Sun Xiaomei get off the sedan chair, they left without saying a word. Sun Xiaomei was looking, and there was only a low corner side door in front of her. It is no more than one meter high and no more than 60 centimeters wide, and can only accommodate one person in and out. Looking at the deserted side door, Sun Xiaomei secretly smiled bitterly in her heart: I just came here with such treatment, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult in the future.

Sun Xiaomei slowly entered through the side door. A few maids at the side door were washing clothes, and when they saw Sun Xiaomei in a bridal dress, they immediately understood what was going on, and one of the maids asked with disgust; You're the one who has a dead skin on your face, and then the master will marry your aunt!''' After saying that, the other maids burst into laughter. Sun Xiaomei smiled awkwardly.

Suddenly, a basin of muddy laundry water splashed directly on Sun Xiaomei's body with a loud sound. Hahaha, haha. The maids looked at Sun Xiaomei and smiled like a clown.

Sun Xiaomei didn't say anything, just awkwardly straightened her hair, and then walked away silently. But tears slowly lay down in her eyes.

She walked aimlessly, but accidentally pretended to be full of arms with a brightly dressed woman, and both of them fell to the ground at the same time. The woman stood up and slapped Sun Xiaomei in the face. Sun Xiaomei remained motionless, covering her hot cheeks with her hands. Bow your head and don't say a word.

However, the other party did not relent: "You girl who doesn't know whether to live or die, you dare to knock me down! My third aunt is not so hot! Go and follow me to see the eldest lady!" After speaking, he dragged Sun Xiaomei to the eldest lady's room.

Sun Xiaomei hated that her martial arts were abolished, otherwise how could she allow such a woman to be so rampant!

"Stop!'' A stern voice rang out. The third aunt and Sun Xiaomei turned around and looked back in unison. The third aunt was so frightened that she trembled, and called out respectfully: "Master 1"

Sun Xiaomei also learned from the third aunt and shouted, "Master." ''Master Zhao didn't even look at the third aunt, and threw down a sentence stiffly;'' I went back to my place and thought about it for a month. ''

Master Zhao came to Sun Xiaomei and said with a smile; You are the Sun Xiaomei who Wang San mortgaged to me!!You know the rules!'' Then the conversation changed and asked; '' The third aunt and those maids bullied you just now, why didn't you resist?''

Sun Xiaomei lowered her head and whispered, "They didn't bully me. ''

Old Man Zhao's eyes widened: "Nonsense! I saw it clearly just now! I, Zhao Tiancheng, hate others to deceive me the most in my life." Tell the truth!''

Master Zhao's appearance is particularly scary, as if he wants to eat people. Sun Xiaomei's sister Baba Di said: "Master, they, they, they obey me." I'll resist them one by one next time. ''

Looking at Sun Xiaomei's incoherent appearance, Zhao Tiancheng felt funny. He thought to himself that this girl was scared by himself. So he made a smile and asked; Are you really willing to pay off your debts for Wang San and marry me?''

Sun Xiaomei was so frightened that she hurriedly said; Like, I do, willingly!''

Zhao Tiancheng's narrative: ''Wang San is related to you?''