Chapter 8 Fair Trade (1)

"We are your sister's friends, and when we see you, we will come by to say hello to you, or say that this countryman is a countryman, and we won't dress up well when we come to the city, like a dirt bun. Hey, don't say that you are the Shen family when you go out in the future, don't lose our Qingqing's face. ”

As soon as the first words fell, there was a sound of ridicule around them, and they looked at Shen Jianing from the beginning to the end with scrutinizing eyes, and then snorted inadvertently, if it was someone else, I was afraid that they would be angry and cry because of this humiliation.

But Shen Jianing is different, everyone in the countryside has it, and in the past few years he has lived in the countryside, what ugly words have he not heard? For her, these are not painful or itchy.

Suddenly, the corners of Shen Jianing's lips raised slightly.

"So this is the city guy? Your taste is not even the grandma in the countryside, the red hip skirt with brown leather shoes, and the big pink diamond ring on your hand, you are from a nouveau riche, for fear that others will not know? ”

The words pierced the man's heart, her face changed, and she immediately clenched her teeth.

Shen Qingqing, who arrived in a hurry, happened to take Shen Jianing's last words into her ears, she frowned, and blamed Shen Jianing in her heart for not giving her friend face.

"Jianing, even if you marry Shi Yan, you can't be so rude, right? As Mrs. Shi, you have to be generous, my friend just wants to play a joke with you, what are you doing so seriously? ”

is worthy of Shen Qingqing, and the ability to reverse right and wrong is as good as ever.

She doesn't want to quarrel with her too much at home, but it's different outside.

Shen Jianing glanced at her, smiling rather than smiling.

"Shen Qingqing, it seems that you have studied how to do this well as Mrs. Shi, so why didn't you marry in the first place?"

"You!"

A look of annoyance appeared on Shen Qingqing's face, she wanted to refute, but she couldn't speak because what the other party said was all the truth.

With a sneer, a hint of irony flashed in Shen Jianing's eyes like a clear spring.

A yellow taxi on the side of the road slowly stopped, Shen Jianing opened the door with a bamboo basket of Chinese medicinal materials on his back and sat down, leaving Shen Qingqing with only the back of the butt of the car.

The short-haired woman was about to bite her silver teeth, she pulled Shen Qingqing's arm and shook it vigorously.

"Qingqing, your sister is too untutored!"

Many people next to him chimed in, as if this would eliminate their embarrassment.

Shen Qingqing bit her lip, her blood was surging, but she didn't want to show any embarrassed expressions in front of the little sisters, but her lips were closed one by one, and she found a step for herself by slandering Shen Jianing.

"I'm sorry, she grew up in the countryside since she was a child, and no one taught her. I don't think she has a good life after marrying like that, otherwise she wouldn't have come out with such ugly things on her back, so let's let her go. ”

In the living room, a crystal chandelier exudes warm white light, a marble tile floor is simple and low-key, an expensive leather sofa is placed, and a copper carved incense burner sits on the table, and smoke curls with anger.

The aromatherapy that helps you sleep and the smell of Chinese herbs wafting from the kitchen are neutralized, and you can inhale them all in your nose.

He changed into gray lounge clothes and sat on the sofa, his face calm and indifferent, but every now and then he glanced at the corner of the kitchen betraying his true thoughts.

When Shen Jianing came out holding a Chinese medicinal material that he couldn't be famous, his thin lips moved slightly.