Wang Shuanzi wanted to struggle again, and Mrs. Sun quickly followed Yang Huazhong's advice: "Shuanzi, listen to your third brother, don't meet Mei'er now."

Wang Shuanzi was in a dilemma.

Yang Ruoqing took advantage of the situation and came over to take the basket from his hand: "Uncle, distance brings beauty. Leave the things behind. You go back first, and I will help you deliver them."

Wang Shuanzi raised his head and looked at Yang Ruoqing, but hesitated to speak.

Yang Ruoqing smiled at him and winked: "Uncle, don't worry, I will put in a nice word for you."

Wang Shuanzi was stunned, could this Qing'er be the roundworm in my stomach? She could guess what I was thinking?

His thoughts were exposed, he blushed and said: "Well, then Qing'er will be tired."

"Are you tired or not? I'm going to see you off right now. Dad, mother, you go back first. I'll go home after seeing you off."

When Yang Ruoqing was about to reach the door of the east room, she deliberately slowed down her steps and moved close to the wall to the window, wanting to hear how Tan taught Yang Huamei in private.

As soon as she stood up, she heard Mrs. Tan earnestly admonishing Yang Huamei: "...You can't even fathom your husband's heart after sleeping in eight beds. This man's heart is like a needle on the bottom of the sea or the moon in the sky. You can't touch it."

No, if men can be trusted, sows can climb trees..."

The corner of Yang Ruoqing's mouth twitched, why did the old lady have so many false ideas? She said it in rhyme, so it would be a waste of her good tongue not to talk about cross talk.

"...Take your father as an example. I have been with him for decades. In the eyes of outsiders, he is such an honest and family-oriented person.

But what about the inside? A man is old and his heart is not old. He has been buried up to his neck in soil and still thinks about all those frivolous things all day long. Why doesn’t he die? "

"Mom, I can't fault Shuanzi when it comes to men and women. He has never done anything sorry for me..."

"Pooh!"

She had never seen it with her own eyes, but just by hearing the sound, Yang Ruoqing quickly estimated in her mind the range of Tan's mouthful of phlegm and the arc of its landing. Her performance was stable and very nice!

"It's not that Wang Shuanzi doesn't want to, it's that his sickly body is unable to do what he wants."

"Mom, Shuanzi really hasn't thought about those things."

"Are you the roundworm in his belly? If you knew what he was thinking, you wouldn't be angry and go back to your parents' house."

Yang Huamei fell silent, feeling extremely depressed.

"Meier, mother taught you that as women we must be ruthless. Men and children are all bullshit."

"We women are only really good if we treat ourselves well."

"Look at your father, I am determined not to live with him, so I won't live together. He can't stay in the village anymore and has gone to Yongxian. I own this old house and the east room."

, I want him to have a home and not be able to go back!"

Yang Huamei smiled bitterly and said nothing.

Mrs. Tan took her silence as a sign that she had heard her, so she stepped up her efforts to establish a new outlook on life with Yang Huamei.

Yang Ruoqing originally came to listen to a few words for fun, but this didn't sound right to her.

In other families, when a couple has a conflict, the mother-in-law will scold her son-in-law severely in front of him, but in private, she still tries to persuade her to reconcile in front of her daughter.

What's more, what happened to Yang Huamei was not actually a marital conflict between her and Wang Shuanzi, but a conflict between Yang Huamei and her father-in-law, Wang Hongquan.

Not a single word about "Tan" refers to Wang Hongquan, it's all about catching Wang Shuanzi, an honest man who was innocently lying at gunpoint, and punching him hard.
Chapter completed!