"Sister-in-law!"

Lu Jiaming pulled the corner of her clothes.

Since he couldn't see, his ears were surprisingly sensitive, and he could hear very small sounds clearly.

Some people really hate it, what kind of life do people live, do they need them to tell right and wrong?

You can call him an orphan, a blind man, or even worse, you are not allowed to scold his sister-in-law.

Wang Cui'e and Lu Zhiqiang were not far behind the diagonal back.

"His aunt, what are you doing in Yunting?"

"Several people took him away that year, let's say that no one is a fool, what good thing can it be? Eighty percent of this is the case. Wang Cui'e made a shooting motion.

Everyone gasped.

"Really?"

"Can't you? What did Yun Ting do? ”

"Who knows? In the first few days, the radio always said that spies, traitors or something, you think for yourself, think boldly, what can it be? ”

"Jia Ming's parents are dead, so they live with his sister-in-law?"

"Huh! Lonely men and widows live under the same roof, and it's hard to say what they do when it's dark. ”

was talking energetically, and suddenly felt that a dark shadow was shining over, and someone found that Song Wenjun had a smart choice to shut up, and Wang Cui'e continued to spread rumors as if she had been beaten with chicken blood.

"Mom, Mom?"

Zhao Yuqin hurriedly hinted at her mother-in-law.

"What's wrong? Am I not right? Wang Cui'e pretended not to understand, and said with her chin raised.

"What's wrong?" Song Wenjun asked coldly.

"Huh?"

Wang Cui'e turned her back to her, but she didn't expect Song Wenjun to pat her on the shoulder, her feet and neck were weak, and she sat on the ground with her buttocks.

"You dare to hit me?"

"Second aunt, I just said hello to you, there is no such thing as you touching porcelain."

"What? Little prostitute, you beat me, otherwise why would I sit on the ground? ”

"How do I know? Everyone is looking at it, I just came to ask you, why do you say bad things about me and Jiaming, specifying that you are weak and afraid, so you will be weak. ”

"You're talking nonsense."

She couldn't figure out what was going on, it stands to reason that Song Wenjun's small body may not have beaten her in a fight.

But there was a strange force, pressed down from her shoulder, she couldn't resist and sat on the ground, is there a ghost?

"Second aunt, please be a good person, don't speak ill of me and Jiaming behind your back."

"And you, the matter of chasing the wind and shadows, the matter of the ostomy industry, don't get involved, don't be like my second aunt, fortunately this is the dock, if there is a mistake on the boat, it will not be good if you fall into the sea to feed the fish."

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and they all retreated with a weak heart, because Song Wenjun's eyes were too scary, and I really didn't find her mouth so powerful before.

Song Wenhao opened the crowd and came over, and when he saw Wang Cui'e sitting on the ground, he immediately reprimanded with a cold face, "Wenjun, are you making trouble again?" Why don't you help your second aunt up? ”

Wang Cui'e, who was just about to get up by herself, sat back and glared at Song Wenjun defiantly.

"You are sick, I don't, I want to help you help yourself!"

What?

Song Wenhao blushed, the two townships are on the same island, everyone looks up and doesn't look down, many people know him.

He commanded thousands of troops in the company, but he was slapped in the face by his sister at the door of his house, how did he get off the stage?

"Don't mess around, she is your elder, and if you marry, you will be the Lu family." He shouted a shout.

"Oh, I've seen those who bind their little feet, but I haven't seen those who bind their cerebellum."

"Song Wenhao, she just arranged me with a group of long-tongued women, where did you die?"

"Now that you come out and stand on the moral high ground to accuse me, are you lacking in heart or are you well-fed?"