Chapter 98: Li Daya's Calculation

"You saw it! I'm not lying, this woman is arrogant, and everyone in her village will be harmed, so I should teach her a lesson. ”

In the begonia room on the second floor of the Good Luck Tavern, Li Daya was snuggling in the arms of a young man, the man was wearing a good satin and a Kunlun hosta on his head, which was a little handsome.

It's a pity that the anger on his face at this time ruined his graceful temperament: "As long as you are happy, I am willing to do anything for you." ”

After speaking, his hand wandered dishonestly on Li Daya's body, wandered from his waist into the half-open placket, and rubbed it, Li Daya suddenly had a spring light, and snorted, and the whole person was soft in the man's arms: "Then we can say it, we can't be merciful to deal with this kind of person." ”

When Li Daya spoke, her eyes seemed to be quenched with poison, she hated Jiang Lanqing very much now, if it weren't for Jiang Lanqing, she wouldn't have fallen into such a situation now, being treated as a joke in the village, and everyone cast strange glances at her.

She was originally valued by a man who was quite wealthy in the family, and was about to find someone to ask for a kiss, but something happened, and now there is nothing, her mother is looking for a matchmaker, and the matchmaker said that there is no suitable one now, and even if there is, they are all half-old men who have died of their daughter-in-law, or they are ordinary wives and concubines, how can she swallow this breath.

was hurt so badly by Jiang Lanqing, how could she make Jiang Lanqing end badly, it depends on the man who is arching in front of her chest.

This man, but the second son of the Cao family, the richest in the town, is already his person, just wait for him to come to the door in a few days, find someone to ask for a kiss, and then she will become a beautiful woman in the village.

The man didn't care about Li Daya's mood in his arms at all, he rubbed and sucked on her frantically, and then sat on the stool, half-stripped his clothes, and directly hugged Li Daya and rode on him.

The two of them then fell together as if they were sitting on a bouncy couch, accompanied by suppressed pants and groans.

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Jiang Lanqing and his apprentice Xiao Liu explained when the pickles they had pickled today would be opened, so they went to Hou Canghai next door and said that if there was nothing wrong, she would have to wait for the next wave of pickles to open the jar and come over.

Hou Canghai is a sensible person, and Jiang Lanqing has nothing to do when he comes over, so he immediately asked her to go back slowly.

Recently, he was too busy, Jiang Lanqing felt that he hadn't gone to Wanjin Building for some days, and when he saw that it was still early, he went over to take a look, and there were still ten small swords that had not been collected.

As soon as she entered the door, the shopkeeper of Wanjin Loudi saw her, stopped and said with a smile: "But I haven't seen you for some days." ”

"Busy." Jiang Lanqing smiled and walked to the counter specializing in selling peachwood, there were a lot of small swords and all kinds of peachwood weapons in it, and the style she carved, that is, the knife work was not as stunningly as hers, it was rough, there was no copyright, and there was no crime of imitation.

Shopkeeper Di calculated the money for the last ten small swords, handed it to Jiang Lanqing, and said with a smile: "What good goods are there today?" ”

"I've been busy lately, and I haven't found time to carve these gadgets!" Jiang Lanqing took the money and put it in his arms, and said tentatively: "Shopkeeper Di, can you tell me who carved these things?" ”

Seeing that the shopkeeper Di was embarrassed, she smiled and said, "I don't mean anything else, I just think this person has good ability." ”

"Little lady Jiang, don't be angry when you say it, these things, as long as they sell well, there will be imitations, and you also know that this kind of thing is not something that one person can do." Shopkeeper Di avoided talking about it.