Sitting on the marriage bed, with the help of the dim candle flame, looking at the dilapidated wedding room in front of him, Zhang Jianjun couldn't cry or laugh during the game.

"Thieves are so fucked!"

Zhang Jianjun was born in the late 70s of the last century, worked hard for more than 20 years, and finally had a family business.

As a result, before he could start enjoying life, he was suddenly reborn one day in the early 90s of the last century.

The identity is still a helpless stupid little beggar, and the only advantage is that he has sound limbs and a good-looking face.

Fortunately, he was a self-made businessman in his previous life, and he quickly cheered up.

Just when he wanted to find a job and show his strength, he just took a sip of water on the train, and when he woke up, he was already in this remote mountain village.

After talking to this family, Zhang Jianjun learned that he was sold by traffickers to this family as a doorman.

When he first heard this, Zhang Jianjun only felt that the five thunders were thundering, and the whole person was scorched by the thunder.

He knew that there were many traffickers in those years, but she didn't think that the traffickers would not spare even a man in his twenties like him.

The family that bought him only has an old couple and a daughter, and it is not difficult for Zhang Jianjun to escape.

The problem is that the old couple stared at him in turn, and as long as Zhang Jianjun wanted to leave, the old couple knelt in front of him and cried.

As long as Zhang Jianjun's attitude was a little tougher, the two old men immediately put the rope on the beam of the room, ready to stick their heads in.

Helpless, and with nowhere to go, Zhang Jianjun had to stay temporarily.

The old couple is very good to Zhang Jianjun, and they give him all the delicious food at home first, and they don't want him to work.

Thinking that he was helpless now anyway, after being poured too much by the old man at one time, Zhang Jianjun agreed to stay and be a son-in-law.

Of course, the reason why Zhang Jianjun agreed to come down was mainly because the daughter of the family was very beautiful.

Just when Zhang Jianjun's thoughts were confused, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

"Crunch ......"

The old wooden door made a very harsh grinding sound as it was pushed open.

A girl who looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old walked into the room wearing a white shirt and linen trousers.

The girl has a gentle temperament, delicate facial features and outstanding appearance, a convex and backward figure, and the only drawback is that her skin is slightly dark.

Zhang Jianjun looked at the person he wanted to "marry" and smiled: "Xiaomei, are you tired?" Come and sit. ”

The girl's name is Zheng Xiaomei, and she is Zhang Jianjun's current wife, but the two really didn't have much contact before this.

Zheng Xiaomei walked over with an expressionless face, and her tone was a little stiff: "You still call me Zheng Xiaomei, I know that you don't want to marry me, we are all forced." ”

Zhang Jianjun's expression was slightly embarrassed, it seemed that Zheng Xiaomei didn't have a good impression of him, but this was also normal.

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere in the marriage room gradually became awkward.

After a while, Zhang Jianjun coughed lightly and said, "That Zheng Xiaomei, it's not early, go to sleep." ”

He was really a little sleepy and wanted to rest early, and he didn't think about it at all now.

Zheng Xiaomei was mistaken, her face was slightly pale, and she directly began to unbutton her shirt, and soon a large patch of white was revealed......

Zhang Jianjun is a normal man in the end, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but lick his lips.

"Although I am unwilling, since I am already married to you, I will fulfill the obligations of a wife." Xiaomei took off her shirt, her voice trembled slightly, and she still cried a little.

Zhang Jianjun was a little dry and couldn't help swallowing his saliva, but he still shook his head: "You don't have to be reluctant, I didn't mean that." ”

It's not that he is pretending to be forced, but he really thinks that the twisted melon is not sweet, and Zheng Xiaomei is only eighteen or nineteen years old, and he is really embarrassed to even get a marriage certificate.

Zheng Xiaomei was stunned for a moment, and looked at Zhang Jianjun very unexpectedly, she had heard her mother say that men often pounce directly at this time, why didn't Zhang Jianjun do this?