Ninety lucky little sweet wife

The next day.

Zhu Yan went to the village chief's house with a few small snacks packed in food boxes.

After tossing and turning all night, she felt that it was more appropriate to start with Wang Dahong to solve the land issue.

Wang Dahong was greedy, so he used some snacks to test her tone first.

Before Zhu Yan reached the village chief's house, she saw two women fighting together outside the yard.

Fighting between women, regardless of the age, the movements are surprisingly consistent, they are all pulling hair and slapping hands.

One was thin and the other was round. After two rounds, the round one clearly had the upper hand.

She grabbed the skinny woman by the hair, walked around from the front to the back, and finally pinned the skinny woman behind her like a chicken.

"Zhang Jing, you're such an idiot. Why did you impersonate me in the singing competition my dad signed me up for? If I don't tear your face off today, I won't be called Wang Dahong."

The woman named Zhang Jing covered her hair with both hands, and kicked Wang Dahong with her feet.

"Wang Dahong, you are a fat pig, you are a fat woman that no one wants. Singing by yourself is like a duck on stage, and you don't allow others to sing better than you. Pooh, no wonder Teacher Qin doesn't like you, you deserve it You are still a baby to this day."

A certain woman whom Teacher Qin had a crush on took a deep breath not far away.

Could it be that it is not appropriate to go out today?
Zhang Jing's mouth was so vicious that she stabbed Wang Dahong's heart with one sentence.

Compared with not being able to sing on stage, losing Qin Huai is the most painful injury for Wang Dahong.

She warned herself to forget him, and tried her best not to think about him.

Thinking that she had done it, at this moment, Zhang Jing punctured her last stubbornness.

Wang Dahong turned all the anger in his heart into strength, concentrated on his right hand, turned sideways, and Zhang Jing was thrown two meters away by her, stirring up dust all over the ground.

"I'll say it again, don't mention Brother Huai in front of me."

She was hoarse and shouted at Zhang Jing with tears in her eyes.

After finally uncovering her sore spots, Zhang Jing was not willing to give up, her vicious words were like red-hot silver needles, piercing into Wang Dahong's heart one by one.

"Fatty Wang, do you know how those judges are talking about you behind your back? Little pig walking, haha... You have been screened out so many times, don't you know what virtue you are?"

"Impossible, impossible. They said that I am very good. If I go back and practice more, I will be able to pass the next time I go on stage."

That's why she is obsessed with the next time one after another.

Wang Dahong stared blankly at the woman lying on the ground in disbelief, his eyes were full of disbelief.

Her singing voice is not beautiful enough, she admits that it is because she hasn't worked hard enough.

Why do they still make fun of her for her figure?
Obviously daddy told her that she has the most beautiful figure for a girl.

Does it have to be like Zhang Jing, who is as thin as a bamboo pole on the mountain to be called beautiful?

It seems that that woman is also so thin, that's why Ah Huai brother likes her, don't you like yourself?

Finally, Wang Dahong's whole body was as if enlightened, and his body was tense.

Could it be that Father lied to her?
There was a lot of noise outside the yard, and finally Wang Xiaodong was lured out of the house.

He quickly ran to Zhang Jing's side to help her up, thoughtfully dusted off the girl's body, and then held her in his arms.

By the way, this girl is also Wang Xiaodong's youngest daughter-in-law.

Among Wang Xiaodong's many daughter-in-laws, Zhang Jing is the one he loves the most, especially her unique baby voice, every time she opens her mouth, Wang Xiaodong's whole body will be numb with electricity.

"Brother Xiaodong." Zhang Jing tightened her throat on purpose, her baby voice was full of grievances, "Sister Dahong hit me, she blamed me for taking her place in the competition, why don't you tell Dad, I Isn't it okay if you don't go?"

not going?How can that work!
Zhang Jing managed to pass the audition, and for her next competition, all the gifts she gave out were enough to build a three-bedroom brick house in Zhulin Village.

Just expect her to become popular and pull their Wang family into the upper circle.

Wang Xiaodong comforted Zhang Jing with a soft voice, and when he looked at Wang Dahong again, his face suddenly became ferocious.

"Fatty Wang, it's Dad's idea to replace you in the game. If you are angry, you should go to him. If you dare to move Jingjing's finger again, believe it or not, I will drive you out of this house tomorrow."

Fatty Wang?
It's that fat man again.

Wang Dahong stared blankly at the man and woman in front of her, and couldn't believe that her younger brother, whom she had loved for several years, would speak vicious words to an outsider without hesitation.

And that father who has always loved her, how could they treat her like this.

People really do change, they become hypocritical and ugly.

When Wang Xiaodong returned to the yard with Zhang Jing, who was smiling triumphantly, Wang Dahong couldn't control his sad heart anymore, his legs went limp, and he sat down on the ground.

On the other side, Zhu Yan opened a box of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, and approached Wang Dahong unhurriedly.

Soon, a familiar strong scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, wrapped in the fragrance of glutinous rice, invaded Wang Dahong's sense of smell.

Some people say that eating sweets when you are sad can brighten your mood.

Facing a box full of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, Wang Dahong rubbed his hands on his clothes without thinking, picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, and put it in his mouth.

One, two, three, four...

In less than 2 minutes, half a box of sweet-scented osmanthus cake was eaten.

Only then did Wang Dahong think of finding the source of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and suddenly looked up, seeing Zhu Yan's face full of smiles.

She just ate a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, gathered a wave of strength, jumped up from the ground with a jolt.

Her body was heavy and her movements were not flexible. Zhu Yan wanted to step forward to help her, but she raised her hand and shook her off.

Caught off guard, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that had been in his hand was knocked to the ground.

"Smelly beggar, what are you doing at my house, are you just kidding me?" Wang Dahong asked loudly.

Zhu Yan choked suddenly.

After the quarrel just now, Wang Dahong's hatred for her has deepened, and if she mentions the piece of land in front of the Qin family's gate at this time, I'm afraid it will be self-defeating.

Good meeting son, Zhu Yan concentrated her attention before replying: "I made some pastries, and knowing that Da Hongjie likes sweets, I specially sent some over for you to try."

"Bring me pastries, don't you want to poison me to death." Wang Dahong's tone was still unfriendly.

Wang Dahong didn't like Zhu Yan, very much.

That's why she felt that Zhu Yan's gift of pastries to her was like a weasel greeting a chicken for the New Year.

But after thinking about it, she just ate so much unsuspectingly, and she is still standing here properly.

Obviously, the hypothesis of wanting to poison her to death does not exist at all.

She looked suspiciously at the woman in front of her eyes, recalled what Zhang Jing had just cursed at her, extracted a few key words, and kept echoing in her ears.

"Fat pig, walking little pig, Teacher Qin doesn't like you..."

Wang Dahong's tears burst in an instant, she was really inferior to this woman in every way.