"Indeed, I can only say that," Widow Zhu sneered, the disdain on her face did not know who it was directed to, she took two steps towards the door, bathed herself in the sun completely, and then said leisurely: "The neighbors all said that the child was naughty and drowned in the deep well dug by Mrs. Qian, until eight days ago, I thought so." ”

"Eight days ago?"

“...... Two days later, Mrs. Qian announced to the public that Qian Qingfeng went out to run the goods? Sheng Li investigated, Qian Qingfeng, a man who ran a cargo, would probably take three to four months, Li Yu also said that he would rest for a month or two every time he finished running the goods, this time in order to hide the fact that he killed Qian Qingfeng, Li Yu specially announced that Qian Qingfeng ran the goods in advance.

"Yes, Master Qian has been with me almost every day since he came back for a month, and this matter has to start from the day he just came back......" Widow Zhu knows that her heart is like iron, especially these men who like to visit the kiln and dislike their wives are not as good as pigs and dogs.

But Qian Qingfeng is like this, and it is the first time she has seen it.

That night, a white and reddish body was intertwined with a slightly fat body between the bed, leaving no gaps between the two. I haven't seen them for a long time, and they have no scruples at all.

The old wooden bed creaked from time to time, as if it was about to fall apart, and Widow Zhu's obviously sour body still insisted on catering to the man who didn't know how to eat.

The entangled two people passed the heat wave of May, irritable and flamboyant, and did not shy away from the tongue of fire that snooped wantonly in the dark, and the light and shadow projected on the white wall in the dim were integrated, inseparable, and the breath that permeated the air was erosive and tempting to make mistakes.

Widow Zhu lay under Qian Qingfeng, her chin slightly raised, so fast that she didn't have time to breathe, forcing her to open her rosy lips slightly, constantly absorbing the only remaining air between the two.

Qian Qingfeng has been shopping all over the place for half a year, going back and forth to different wine shops and medical halls every day, and it is difficult to relax and play with peace of mind, he vented all the emptiness of half a year on the woman who was trapped by his toughness.

The dimness of the environment, coupled with the sensitive shouts, deeply teased the already fragile nerves of the two.

Under such stimulation, Widow Zhu said the most regrettable words in her life, and later she always wondered, if she hadn't been fascinated by lust, would Qian Xiaoya still be alive?

"Brother, if I can marry you as my wife, Yue'er must be immortal and want to die every day." The panting female voice smashed into Qian Qingfeng's confused face, and the already red cheeks were even more bloody at this time.

It's not shy, it's not ashamed, it's extremely excited.

Widow Zhu's words made him enjoy the pleasure of being picked up by a woman, and this feeling of being high above was something he couldn't experience when doing business outside.

The excitement of cheating and the feeling of controlling the woman in front of him made him sincerely proud. As Widow Zhu's white hands continued to move over him, from bottom to top, all parts were not spared, and everything made him comfortable to stretch his toes.

He made a decision in an instant.

"Little slut, I want to be a lady, but my baby's baby can't satisfy you?" As soon as the ridiculous yellow tone came out, the bed room creaked again, and there was an ambiguous exchange between men and women.

Widow Zhu thought it was just a random joke, but in the end, it turned out to be the bane of decay under pathological desire.

Qian Qingfeng went home to rest during the day, and lingered by her side almost every day at night.

Not long after, the Qian family came with bad news, and the little girl of the Qian family drowned.

At first, when she heard the news, Widow Zhu regretted it for a long time. She was born in Qinglou, and her mother is also a prostitute, and because of her mother's affairs, she has been poured with the decoction of the heir since her menarche.

The old bustard said that once the decoction in the Qinglou was drunk, he would never have a chance to be a mother again.

Widow Zhu, who was still called Zhu Yue at that time, was married home by Ding Chen, and the girls in the building were not envious, and the only regret was that she failed to give birth to a son and a half daughter.

She likes her daughter very much, and although she is living a mess, she still hopes to have a daughter to accompany her.

But Qian Qingfeng has a daughter, and even the picture of the two of them rolling anxiously on the bed has also been seen by that child. She had forgotten Qian Xiaoya's eyes, maybe it was fear, maybe it was disgust, she stopped halfway through it, and reminded Qian Qingfeng, who wanted to live and die.

The boy never came again.

At that time, she could only say that she had regrets, such a lovely girl, who was born as Qian Qingfeng's child.

Until eight days ago, she lay on the bed with Qian Qingfeng, and she seemed to see the child's face outside the window, which was so pale that she was cold all over her body, and even the heat of the two of them couldn't warm her up.

She screamed, Xu sucked hard, but she couldn't control her strength, which made Qian Qingfeng cry out in pain: "Slut, what are you doing?" Lao Tzu is wasted, what are you doing cool? ”

After scolding, she pinched the red cherry blossoms on her body, and she couldn't help but tremble in the past, but at this time, she was covered with goosebumps, as if the corners and corners of her body were wrapped in yin qi, maybe Qian Xiaoya was looking at her.

"Ahhh

"There are ghosts, there are ghosts." She let out a piercing scream, and pointed her finger out of the window, but before Qian Qingfeng could come out, he was bitten again, and then scolded the slut, and turned his head to look in the direction that Widow Zhu was pointing.

- Nothing!

Qian Qingfeng felt that he had been deceived by Widow Zhu, so he interrupted his interest alive, he slapped Widow Zhu with a snap, and his mouth was not clean: "What the hell?" I think it's you slut who wants to lure the ghost over and watch the two of us have a good show, right?! ”

"That's a sass." After he finished scolding, he couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

Widow Zhu still didn't dare to open her eyes, she couldn't help but say, "Really, it's Xiaoya, I saw Xiaoya standing outside." ”

This sentence blurted out, Qian Qingfeng was also frightened, he stabbed his son and trembled, the two separated instantly, and a strong breath leaked out.

He stood up, completely ignoring the trembling Widow Zhu on the bed, grabbed the candle that the two of them had lit on the table before they fell asleep, carefully opened the door, and walked out.

"Dead girl, born to be a money-loser, is also a money-loser when she dies." Remembering the old man's saying that ghosts are afraid of filth, and that ghosts can only be afraid if they are more fierce than ghosts, he kept talking about it.

"If you don't give Lao Tzu a roll, you will go to eighteen layers of hell, and you will have to be skinned by Lao Tzu."

After going around the house, he didn't see the little girl in Widow Zhu's mouth, not even the sound of insects, he scolded and went back to the house.

Only the moonlit chaotic inner room remained, and Widow Zhu trembled and clinged to the corner of the bed, her jade body lying horizontally.

After Qian Qingfeng put down the candle, he ran over and slapped her directly, which was heavier than before, and the red could not make her body hot.

"That money-losing goods is dead, even if she wants to be a demon, she doesn't dare to on Lao Tzu's head, do you know why?" Qian Qingfeng turned over, regardless of her fear, and directly did it toughly, snorting while doing it.

"For ...... What? Widow Zhu's words were knocked into fits and starts, and after all, they could be understood by Qian Qingfeng.

He showed a mouthful of yellow teeth and said with a smile: "Because, Lao Tzu killed it!" ”

The impact of this sentence on her was much higher than seeing Qian Xiaoya outside the window, Widow Zhu mechanically cooperated with Qian Qingfeng's swaying back and forth, her blood coagulated into lumps, and the chill from the bottom of her heart was blocked by the uncontrollable "uh-huh" sound.

Even so, Qian Qingfeng still refused to let go of her ears, he raised the hands on both sides of Widow Zhu's head to the top of her head, held it down, and said, "Don't you want to be Lao Tzu's daughter-in-law?" I was going to divorce the yellow-faced woman, but the resignation book was seen by the money-loser. ”

He shamelessly continued: "Lao Tzu threw the money-losing goods directly into the well, since she protected the yellow-faced woman, it is better to die in the well dug by the yellow-faced woman, which is also considered filial piety." ”

Widow Zhu couldn't cooperate anymore, the man in front of her made her nauseous, she instantly pushed away her white fat body, turned over and spit out under the bed.

The sour smell in the house, the strong fragrance of flowers in the woman's clothes, and the musky smell of the two of them messing around, Qian Qingfeng's interest was completely gone, and he ended the happiness of the fairy dream in advance, and got dressed and prepared to leave the stall, taking advantage of the moonlight He thought about it, and then turned around and kicked Widow Zhu, and warned: "Slut, dare to say a word more, even you will be killed." ”

When Widow Zhu thought of this, she would only use it to charm the man's eyes and began to redden. She's not clean, even a slut in everyone's mouth, garbage. Especially those men who are affectionate and loving to her all day long, and there are so many sweet words in the bed that they make her heart move countless times, but as long as she turns her head......

All she had to do was turn her head, and she could see the men gathered in twos and threes, discussing her sweetness and insulting her inferiority.

Widow Zhu never cared about that, she had seen a lot.

Only children, that is what she can't ask for in this life, she sometimes can't help but think that it will take her how many lifetimes to wash off the dirt on her body, and God will not hesitate to give her a child.

She wants to be a mother and enjoy the happiness of her children.

Qian Qingfeng got everything she vain, and it was easy, but he didn't know how to cherish it, and he was still doing such a thing that was so unconscionable and inferior to pigs and dogs.

Widow Zhu's bitter laughter reached the ears of the two, she turned her head, saw the expressions of the two behind her as if thunder and rain, raised her hand and stroked her sideburns, and asked, "Now the two of you know?" It doesn't matter how many men I have. ”

"The important thing has always been how damn Qian Qingfeng's man is!" Widow Zhu's voice was gentle and gentle, but in the ears of the two of them, it was Wu Nong's soft words that revealed poignant.

Widow Zhu contained the emotions exposed, and she teased: "If you want the slave family to say, Mrs. Qian is doing well, he will die when he dies, and there is one less scourge in the world......"