Chapter 90:

Zhao Lanxiang took a deep breath, turned her head indifferently after leaving the next sentence, and left.
"none of your business."
This very ridiculous sarcasm, as if fluttering without weight, was slightly submerged in the whistling cold wind. However, it was this light and light tone that plunged into Jiang Jianjun's heart and lungs like a needle.
His pupils contracted suddenly.
The tranquil lights of Wanjia were extinguished one by one. How many extremely quiet and deep nights she slept on the sofa waiting for him. She occasionally asked carefully what he was doing today?
He will warn that it is not your business.
He unexpectedly recalled this familiar conversation, which was a long time ago, or he didn't care about her reaction at all, and Jiang Jianjun could not remember her expression now.
Jiang Jianjun frowned, and the accumulated heartache spread back little by little.
It turns out that this sentence can also hurt people.
Jiang Jianjun said in a cry: "You... I will know sooner or later without saying that."
Zhao Lanxiang stopped suddenly, her ex-husband was born again, and her brain followed the water, and a lot of women were waiting for him to pick up, and they had to rock hard stones.
Then she let him have a taste of knocking his head.
Zhao Lanxiang pretended to have a sympathetic and bored expression on her face.
She said bluntly: "You give me a sense of frustration. I have never had any hardships since I was young, and everyone around me likes me. I have never met anyone who has not scorned me and refused so much. thorough."
"To be honest... after you wrote that letter to me, I won the victory completely, and did not feel happy from the heart. I also understood the feeling of the previous investment in you, not what I thought. Species."
Zhao Lanxiang took the initiative to throw out the flaws of negligence in writing letters, and used another reasonable original explanation to explain it. By the way, she laid the groundwork for what she would do later.
"I like an independent and strong man, not like you are stalking like brown sugar. Since you asked, I will tell you."
"The man I like is not much he talks about, but he is down-to-earth, positive and enthusiastic, smart and hardworking."
The more Zhao Lanxiang said, Jiang Jianjun's face was darker. But her eyes at the moment are too real to be deceptive. Those beautiful descriptions spit out from her mouth as if mixed with thick honey. He could smell it through the air.
Her feelings are as strong as ever, when love is like fire and flames, burning hot.
However, every word resembled a needle and stuck in his heart. The vinegar caused him to explode and the glaciers burst. The overwhelming feeling almost overwhelmed him.
This strong jealousy was only tasted by Jiang Jianjun at the smuggler, and he endured it.
He put away the smile that didn't belong to him, and said lightly, "There is still."
Zhao Lanxiang said: "Also, I like him unilaterally, please don't interfere with his life!"
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After Zhao Lanxiang returned home, she was relieved, and her sweater was probably wet with sweat.
If it were not for Jiang Jianjun himself to fall into the situation himself, I am afraid that with his sharp eyes, Zhao Lanxiang's loopholes will soon be discovered.
Zhao Lanxiang walked outside for a walk. In fact, she was observing whether there was He Songbai's footprint nearby. Then she ran to the guest house where He Songbai lived, and inquired that he was carrying a big bag early in the morning.
Zhao Lanxiang didn't see He Songbai, so he went home. The cousin and aunt who had just waited a long time at home immediately gathered around.
The surprised and surprised look revealed a strong purpose.
"Niu Niu, do you know Mr. Jiang?"
"Brother Jiang just went out with you and said? How did he leave? Hey, sister, you are too sensible. Why didn't you even ask someone to drink a glass of water?"
Feng Lian dragged the two of them with a lot of weight, and gave Zhao Lanxiang a wink.
Zhao Lanxiang said lightly: "Don't you know?"
"We are ordinary little people, and we have nothing to do with others. I advise my sister to dispel the idea of ​​tying the knot and save the uncle for the province."
She washed the fruit by herself and went downstairs to play with her younger brother, Huzi. She threw the sandbag, and Xiaohuzi ran over, picked it up and threw it to her.
Xiao Huzi's eyes became brighter and brighter as he ran away, and finally he was tired and sitting on the ground panting gaspingly.
He tugged at his sister's clothes: "Daughter, someone over there is watching me."
The child rushed across the street like a whirlwind. He quietly drilled into the alley and slowly moved to the man's side. He pulled his pants and asked, "Don't you play with me?"
The child is not as tall as the man's knee, his big slap face is gray, but the bright eyes are burning. He was expecting and curiously waiting for the man's answer.
The man finally squatted down with a scalp and said fiercely: "Are you afraid of me kidding you, you stupid child."
Zhao Lanxiang saw the big and small squatting under the tongs of others, and looked at each other, and couldn't help but laugh.
She lifted Xiao Huzi's waist, slapped it on his fart, and slapped it a few times.
"Can bear you, don't you remember how dad told you?"
"Don't talk to strangers in the future. If strangers are entangled with you and give you something to eat, tell your parents."
Zhao Lanxiang taught him hard.
She put down Xiaohuzi and touched the soft hair above his head.
He Songbai was suddenly speechless, he is... was treated as a counterexample, let the subject teach her brother?
He couldn't help but choke, his temples hurt painfully.
Little Huzi was beaten and fled back home with a stab in his feet.
He Songbai coughed lightly, "Is this...Is that Xiao Huzi?"
"It's cute, it looks as tall as Sanya, very lively, but not afraid of life."
"He is two years younger than Sanya."
He Songbai was silent for a moment, "He looks very tall."
The baby in the countryside has fallen into the city a lot, not to mention the three girls who are pulled by the poor hand in hand. The seven-year-old girl is actually almost as tall as the five-year-old tiger. He Songbai was very happy to see the object, but these days, he was very stressed.
He witnessed her come down from the car with her family, talking and laughing. She was wearing new clothes for the New Year. Her black ponytail hair was surrounded by a black scarf, revealing a half of her face. Decent.
In an era when you can own a single bike, the existence of a small car is undoubtedly a shocking and mobile "power and momentum".
Her family is decent and bright, and there are a lot of people who come to the house to visit the New Year, and they are all well-dressed.
Standing in the street alley, He Songbai looked up at the dim light leaking from the floor, and truly felt the family situation of the subject once, which was much better than he originally thought. This made He Songbai feel that he would not have enough chips to marry Zhao Lanxiang next spring.
He subconsciously touched the hard objects in the bag.
Zhao Lanxiang's eyes fell on his bulging bag and whispered: "What are you still doing, the things in the bag are not afraid of being checked?"
"Return to the guesthouse as soon as possible, you..." She seemed to have thought of something and snatched his bag. "The guesthouse is afraid that it is not safe. Give it to me."
"No one dares to check my house."
Her voice was very low and low, and her ear was pointed at He Songbai.
Zhao Lanxiang said that he hadn't listened to the man's answer for a long time, and suddenly he turned his head and slammed into the gloomy glance he had no time to withdraw. She lowered her head suddenly, and made a vague noise, concealing her complex and complex emotions.
She slapped her head and suddenly said, "You haven't seen my parents yet, so I came here for a visit and had to come to the door."
The author has something to say:
small theater:
Brother Bo: Why... Didn't finish writing in one breath, let me see my father-in-law?
Ping Shengjun: Yesterday I expelled my mind and body more urgently,
At this moment it is like a waste dog.
Brother Bo: What do you want:)
Ping Shengjun: Are you distressed, writing a letter and confessing Xiangxiang?
Ah~ Woman~ I can't get anything if I don't get it~
Jiang Jianjun: a bit
Ping Shengjun: Then let me tell you, it doesn't matter whether you show it or not, will you feel better?
Jiang Jianjun: "..."