Ninety lucky little sweet wife

The words have come to this point, in fact, what is the truth, smart people already have the answer in their hearts.

But he, Wang Changsheng, didn't believe in this evil anymore, and acted like a rogue, "What kind of clothes moth is not a clothes moth? I go home."

This man is quite good at climbing up the pole. Just now he kept saying that he was too drunk to walk, and now his son became frightened again.

Take him home, okay, she will.

Send it directly to the Palace of the King of Hades, saving you the rest of your life for decades before harming others.

Zhu Yan had some calculations in her heart, and was gearing up to move her muscles and bones, when someone tugged lightly at the hem of her clothes.

She turned around and saw that it was a little girl whose head reached her waist.

The little girl was about six or seven years old, wearing a camouflage uniform, with a white and tender face, the ponytail on her head lost her scrunchie at some point, and her messy hair hung on her shoulders.

She stuffed a note into Zhu Yan's hand.

Under the gaze of her big blinking eyes, Zhu Yan opened it suspiciously, on which was written crookedly: "He put Chongchong."

Zhu Yan refolded the note, raised her hand and stroked the little girl's hair twice, and smiled knowingly, "Thank you kid, you are awesome."

The soft little face flushed suddenly, and the little girl took out the paper and pen from the small bag she carried.

Zhu Yan leaned over curiously, and saw that she was struggling to write: "He is a bad person."

Zhu Yan nodded in deep agreement.

When the little girl handed Zhu Yan the first note, Wang Changsheng didn't see what was written on it, but now he had a clear look at the note in his hand.

How can this be dumb, dare to spoil his good deeds.

Wang Chang was so angry that he didn't talk to each other, and wanted to teach this ignorant little mute a good lesson.

In fact, he did.

He snatched the paper from the little girl's hand and tore it to shreds.

As if feeling that this was not enough to relieve her anger, she raised her hand and wanted to slap her face.

Zhu Yan was startled, because Wang Changsheng's movements were so fast that she had no time to stop them.

Seeing that powerful palm was about to fall on the little girl's pink and tender face.

In the next second, a muscular arm suddenly struck, blocking the little girl.

Immediately afterwards, with a sound of "click", Wang Changsheng's arm was twisted by the man in twos and threes, and he was successfully dislocated.

"Ahhh...my arm..."

Wang Changsheng wailed and supported his unconscious arm with the other hand.

The little girl was too frightened to see the person coming, and quickly hid behind the person with her small bag in her arms.

Like the little girl, the man was also in camouflage uniform.

Obviously, they are family.

At noon in May, the weather was getting hotter. The man was wearing a camouflage short-sleeve, revealing his wheat-colored skin and his strong muscles.

His facial features are exquisite, with sharp edges and corners, razor-sharp eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and slightly pursed thin lips, which are as straight as a javelin when he stands there.

There is no doubt that both the big and the small should come from the army.

The muscular man looked upright, and pulled Wang Changsheng aside like a chicken, "It's so dirty, it's really embarrassing for a man, you can't even look down on children, you are worthy of being a human being."

"You all wait for me."

Wang Changsheng had long since lost his previous arrogance, with shame and annoyance on his face, he said a harsh word, and ran away with his arms folded.

It's really a big loss to steal the chicken and lose a lot of rice.

Zhu Yan saw that he was running faster than a rabbit, so she secretly learned a trick in her heart. If violence can solve it, don't waste words.

A farce came to an end, and Yun Shaojie apologized to the diners in the restaurant.

Zhu Yan went back to the kitchen, fried some crispy meat, and asked the waiter to deliver some to each table.

This matter was considered to be under control and did not cause much impact on the restaurant.

But Zhu Yan never expected that Wang Changsheng's desire for revenge was so strong.

That night, Zhu Yan and Yun Shaojie checked the accounts of the day, because they used Zhu Yanjiao's tabular records, and Yun Shaojie hadn't been able to fully understand it so far.

After all the accounts were sorted out, Zhu Yan looked at the clock on the cash register, and it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

People in towns and villages don't have any entertainment at night, so dinner time usually ends early, and Yunfu Restaurant closes at around eight or nine o'clock every night.

Usually, Zhu Yan would go back with Zhang Guihua after work.

Today, because she wanted to stay to help sort out the accounts, and considering that Zhang Guifang had children waiting for her at home, Zhu Yan let her go home first.

Yun Shaojie originally planned to ask Yun Jue to take Zhu Yan home, but before the restaurant closed, Yun Mu felt unwell, and Yun Jue hurriedly sent his mother to the hospital, and his son also rushed to the hospital to visit him.

He had no choice but to tell Zhu Yan to be careful on the road.

It took about half an hour's drive from Yunfu Restaurant to Zhulin Village. Zhu Yan put the flashlight left by Zhang Guihua in the basket of the car, stepped on her own bicycle, and rode in the direction of Zhulin Village.

The night was already very dark, the moon was emitting a faint light, and the evening wind was blowing gently and slowly with a hint of chill.

There was no one on the road, and even the farmers on both sides of the road had turned off their lights.

All night, deathly silence.

Zhu Yan hummed softly while pedaling the bicycle, trying to cover up the fear in her heart.

Near Zhulin Village, there is a reed forest, and in the forest is a cemetery.

People in the village often like to use this cemetery to make up some scary stories to scare those disobedient children. Over time, no matter adults or children, no one is willing to go out at night, for fear of running into ghosts.

Usually, Zhang Guihua talked together, but he didn't feel anything.

Today, Zhu Yan is alone.

She used to have a best friend who loved challenges and excitement, and she always took her to watch horror movies together, especially those about zombie ghosts. The DVD player in the living room they shared was played over and over again.

The scenes inside are almost all shot in the cemetery. At that time, I don’t know where I borrowed the courage to hold potato chips and accompany her to turn off the lights without feeling scared at all.

For some reason, the images of zombies eating people all flooded into her mind at this moment, and she couldn't drive them away.

The pedals were pushed faster and faster by her, and the reed field was getting closer to her.

Occasionally, when a tree shadow swayed in front of her eyes, Zhu Yan would tremble in fright.

If someone looked carefully, they would find that her face was as pale as paper, and there was a dense layer of cold sweat on her forehead.

Seeing that Zhulin Village is close at hand.

Zhu Yan's car was suddenly bumped by something hard, and the front of the car suddenly became unsteady. She struggled left and right twice, and fell to the side of the reed forest.

I'm really afraid of what's coming.