Rebirth 80: Xueba’s Wife is a Little Sweet

   Chapter 48 Threats

  Shen Mianmian, who was still on his way home, did not know what was going on at home. Because of the end of the term, the two-day weekend became one day, and he would not go to school tomorrow.

   She bought two more steamed buns and put them in her schoolbag to prepare tomorrow's rations. She happened to meet Lu Siyuan, who also came to buy steamed buns, and the two walked back together.

  The heavy snow had stopped, the road was slippery and cold, and the two of them made a creaking sound as they walked on the untrodden snow.

  Lu Siyuan bought five or six steamed buns, which he held in his hand and swayed as he walked. She had nothing to chat with with a half-year-old child.

   When he was about to get to Mashutun, he suddenly said, "Are you going to the city tomorrow?"

   She was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously asked, "Why are you going to the city?" When she thought about it, she continued to ask, "Are you going to the city tomorrow?"

   It is not close to the city, the road is not repaired, the transportation is inconvenient, and it takes at least half an hour to ride a bicycle.

   Now it is snowing heavily, and it is definitely impossible to ride a bicycle. It takes forty or fifty minutes to drive an ox cart, but this is not for everyone.

  Lu Siyuan answered the question, "There is an ox cart, so you don't need to walk. Are you going?"

"go."

   This time, Shen Mianmian answered very simply.

   In her previous life, she had no courage or culture. She didn't know that money was the best way to earn money in this era. If you are reborn once, you have more experience than others. If you don't make good use of it, God probably won't see it.

  Shen Jianhua is a man of life, not firm in what to do, always wavering, and now agrees with her to study, but as long as something happens, Zhou Lanfang's aunt and nephew again blow, he will immediately change his mind.

   With money in her own hands, she has the right to speak, and her destiny can be in her own hands.

  Lu Siyuan just asked casually, but he didn't expect Shen Mianmian to really go, so he wouldn't be able to fix it all at once, and thinking about the situation of the Shen family, 80% of the time he wouldn't let her out.

   "Tomorrow morning at seven o'clock, I will wait for you at the intersection of your village. If you are on time, I will wait for you for ten minutes, and I will leave if I see no one."

   He's not going to the city tomorrow to play, and he has no time to waste on her.

"Row."

   Shen Mianmian has no opinion.

   After dinner, Zhou Lanfang and Zhou Siyu went to watch TV at someone else's house. Recently, the richest household in the village bought a black and white TV. At night, the house was full of people.

   Shen Mianmian was not interested in watching TV. After finishing her homework, she read a book for a while before going to bed.

Zhou Siyu saw that she didn't come back until ten o'clock in the night. As soon as she went to bed, she smelled a fragrance. She was jealous to death. This **** girl, she didn't know where to put Dong XZ. She turned it over several times at home and wanted to secretly wipe it. Some balsamic, just can't find it.

  The weather was cold, and she was too lazy to get used to it. She got into the bed without washing her feet, and deliberately pressed her feet on Shen Mianmian's body. She thought that Shen Mianmian was sleeping and didn't know, but she was pushed down all of a sudden.

   "Do you want your schoolmates to know that you don't wash your feet to sleep?" Shen Mianmian's cold voice came from the bed. She knew that Zhou Siyu loved face and cared about other people's eyes.

   "I washed, who said I didn't."

   Zhou Siyu was afraid that Shen Mianmian would really talk nonsense, and he did not dare to be too rude.

  It is not a glorious thing for a girl to go to bed without washing her feet. Teacher Chen has always said in class that students should love cleanliness, especially girls.

   She didn't want to be the laughing stock of the class.

   (end of this chapter)