Nongbao is three and a half years old in the famine year, and the whole family is a big villain

Ever since Master Liu drove Wan Muxue out of the house in front of everyone in the Luo family, Luo Jiaojiao has never seen Wan Muxue again.

It is said that he returned to Wanjia.

Luo Jiaojiao doesn't care where Wan Muxue goes, as long as she doesn't jump out to make trouble for them, Wan Muxue loves to go wherever she wants.

As the saying goes, people can't talk about others.

Luo Jiaojiao just thought of Wan Muxue in her mind one second, and Wan Muxue appeared in her sight the next second.

At this moment, Wan Muxue, Wan Xiaoniang and Wan Jiajun were standing in front of a tailor shop.

Wan Muxue and Wan Jiajun put their hands on the same piece of red cloth at the same time.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper came out with a smile on his face, "You two have really good eyesight, this kind of fabric is not common, and there are only half of them left in our shop."

"Mother, you can use this fabric to make clothes for me. Luo Jiaojiao also has a dress of this color, and I want it too!"

Wan Xiaoniang looked at Wan Muxue with some embarrassment.

Wan Muxue didn't speak, but her eyes never left the half piece of cloth.

"Ma'am, this small half piece of fabric is enough to make clothes for one person, why don't you choose other fabrics?" the proprietress of the store said with a smile.

Wan Jiajun said confidently, "I don't want other fabrics, I just want this."

"I will use this fabric to make clothes, and I will wear the same clothes as Luo Jiaojiao."

Luo Jiaojiao: ...

If you wear it, then I won't wear it.

Wan Xiaoniang hurriedly coaxed Wan Jiajun, "Okay, I'll buy it for you!"

Then she turned to look at Wan Muxue, "Mu Xue, if your brother is too young, let me give it to your brother, and see if you want any other fabrics, I will buy them for you."

Wan Muxue had a smile on her face, "It's okay, mother, let me look at other things."

"My Xueer is still sensible."

Wan Xiaoniang turned her head to look at the materials in the cloth shop, but she didn't notice that Wan Muxue's expression changed instantly when she turned around.

The original cuteness and gentleness on his face no longer existed, what was left was a strong resentment.

She looked at Wan Jiajun with a creepy chill.

Luo Jiaojiao and Luo Yan had a panoramic view of this scene.

Luo Jiaojiao frowned, I'm afraid Wanjia will be in trouble.

Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, and Luo Jiaojiao doesn't want to judge other people's affairs.

As long as you don't mess with them, what does it matter to them?

Perhaps it was because Luo Jiaojiao and Luo Yan's eyes were too enthusiastic, Wan Muxue turned her head and looked in their direction.

Seeing that it was Luo Jiaojiao and the others, her eyes darkened.

With a smile on Luo Jiaojiao's face, she stretched out her index and middle fingers and curled them towards her eyes.

In an instant, Wan Muxue lowered her head and stopped looking at Luo Jiaojiao and the others.

In my mind, I can vaguely remember what Luo Yan said, "I don't like the way you look at Yan'er and the others. Next time, I will goug out your eyes with my own hands." '

Thinking of Luo Yan's expression when she said this, her body shivered uncontrollably.

Luo Yan gave Luo Jiaojiao a strange look.

Following Luo Jiaojiao's movements, she stretched out her index finger and middle finger and bent her joints towards her eyes, her face full of doubts, "What does Jiaojiao mean?"

"A gesture that can make Wan Muxue shut up."

Luo Yan understood, and then made this gesture to Wan Muxue.

Wan Muxue clenched her fists and forced herself not to look at them.

Because, as soon as she saw them, she could remember how Liu Cheng treated her.

She had no way not to resent Luo Yan and the others.

But she is also very clear that she is absolutely no match for them right now.

What's more, there is such a terrifying person in their family.

Seeing this, Luo Jiaojiao raised her delicate eyebrows, it seemed that her second brother really scared Wan Muxue quite a bit.

Even Luo Yan was a little surprised, "She didn't come to trouble us?"

"Is it not good?"

"That's right, it's pretty good."

……

Luo Jiaojiao is practicing calligraphy under Luo Zhe's strict supervision with a distressed expression.

Suddenly, stones flew out of the window.

Luo Jiaojiao frowned and stood up to look over.

Wan Jiajun was dressed in red, as if he was going to participate in a lion dance competition, lying on the wall and looking at her with a silly smile on his face.

"Where are you lying down and what are you doing?" Luo Jiaojiao frowned.

No matter what Wan Jiajun said, he was only a child of seven or eight years old. The wall was almost two meters high, and Luo Jiaojiao didn't know how he climbed it.

"Come down!" Luo Jiaojiao frowned at Wan Jiajun.

It's not that I'm worried about him, it's just that when I think of what will happen if Wan Jiajun falls, Wan Xiaoniang will make endless troubles again.

Thinking of this, Luo Jiaojiao's head grew bigger.

Luo Zhe on the side also looked anxious, "Ah, ah."

Wan Jiajun spoke uprightly, "People in your house won't let me in, so I can only lie down here."

"Don't worry, someone will follow me."

Luo Jiaojiao: ...

Which eye did you see that I was worried about you?

"What did you come to see me for?" Luo Jiaojiao's tone was not good.

Because of Wan Xiaoniang and Wan Muxue's affairs, it is difficult for Luo Jiaojiao to have a good look at Wan Jiajun.

Wan Jiajun didn't care at all, and happily pulled his clothes and said to Luo Jiaojiao, "Look, the new clothes my mother made for me are the same color as the ones you wear for the New Year."

Luo Jiaojiao said with some difficulty, "...So you came here to show me your new clothes?"

"Yup!"

Wan Jiajun was upright and confident, and didn't feel anything wrong at all.

Luo Jiaojiao waved at Wan Jiajun, a little tired, "Okay, I've seen the clothes too, you can go."

She felt that talking to Wan Jiajun would be better than practicing calligraphy.

Suddenly, Luo Jiaojiao thought of something, raised her head and said to Wan Jiajun, "Be careful of Wan Muxue."

"My sister? Be careful what she does?"

"Anyway, just be careful."

Thinking of the way Wan Muxue looked at Wan Jiajun, Luo Jiaojiao still felt a little creepy.

Although he warned himself not to interfere in other people's family affairs, Wan Jiajun was not particularly annoying.

What's more, based on Luo Jiaojiao's understanding of Wan Muxue, she will definitely attack Wan Jiajun.

After all, Wan Jiajun is just a child of seven or eight years old, if he does nothing, Luo Jiaojiao will always feel something is wrong.

As for whether Wan Jiajun listens or not, that is his own business.

Even if something really happened, she would not feel guilty.

Wan Jiajun nodded, with a serious face, "Okay, I see, my sister has been a little weird since she came back!"

"What kind of strange method?" Luo Jiaojiao became energetic.

Wan Jiajun looked serious, "She hasn't hit me for several days."

Luo Jiaojiao: ...

I really overestimated you.