707 felt dizzy after hearing this: "...Host, how do you know this?"
Such complex psychological activities should be beyond the understanding of his brain-dead host.
But Jin Qing replied matter-of-factly: "I watch TV!" There is everything in the TV series.
707: "..." Surprised, my host was actually taught in a TV series!
707 now seriously suspects that the channel it and his host are watching are not the same.
After taking a few deep breaths, 707 asked Jin Qing: "Host, what are you going to do next?"
Jin Qing pondered for a moment: "I plan to do a strategy mission to expand the market."
Grow into a well-rounded task worker as soon as possible.
707: "...Haha." As soon as his host became serious, his heart trembled, it was over, it was a conditioned reflex.
At this moment, Jin Qing's ears suddenly heard Zhang Yue's sharper shout: "Who doesn't know what's going on with college students today? My son suffered a lot when he married your daughter."
After these words fell, the sound of everyone whispering suddenly came from the room.
Zhang Yue seemed to have found a soulmate: "You don't know, An Jing is a college student, and she doesn't know how to do anything at home. When we first got married, I asked her to do it for me..."
Successfully uncovered all the dark history from An An’s marriage to the present.
Zhang Yue did not intend to end it here: "My son originally thought that even if she was nothing, he would continue to live with her. Who would have thought that this shabby shoe would actually have a relationship long ago and still keep Song Di's things? I Pooh..."
As if she was disgusted, Zhang Yue vomited heavily on the ground: "That loser doesn't look like my Fengfeng at first glance. These shabby shoes make my Fengfeng...what's that word called?"
"I'm happy to be a father!" Someone in the crowd immediately reminded him.
After hearing this, Zhang Yue cried loudly: "Look, everyone in your family knows it, and they still dare to say that Anjing is not a broken shoe."
The person who spoke before was glared at by everyone and muttered in a low voice: "What do we know?"
An's mother was obviously very tolerant towards Zhang Yue. She stepped forward to hold Zhang Yue's hand: "In-laws..."
Who would have thought that before she could touch Zhang Yue, Zhang Yue's hand quickly moved away: "Who is your in-law? I tell you, today's gift cannot be less, and you have to return it to me."
An's mother has been working as a housekeeper in the school these years. Maybe she has been yelled at by her classmates a lot, and she really has the qualities of a teacher.
She sighed and said to Zhang Yue slowly and logically: "My dear, what you said is wrong... ah!"
Before she could finish her words, she was pushed down by Zhang Yue: "You are wrong, your whole family is wrong, you are still reasonable when you marry a loser and come to my house, right?"
Then someone from An's mother's side seemed to rush over, and the people from Zhang Yue's side also quickly fought.
The scene became chaotic for a while.
And Zhang Yue rushed to the mourning hall: "I tell you, if you don't want this shabby shoe to stink at home, you should spit out the betrothal gift to me quickly, otherwise..."
Zhang Yue's voice stopped suddenly, and she looked at Jin Qing with her eyes widened.
There was trembling in the voice: "You, you, you..."
Why is this person awake?
No, this is...
"It's a fake corpse!" Zhang Yue screamed and ran out immediately.
But before she could run a few steps, Jin Qing grabbed her by the neck and took her back: "I'm here to say hello to you, why are you running away?"
The place where Anjing is located is a small county town, where the rules passed down from ancestors are still maintained.
After a person dies, he or she remains at home for three days before being buried to show the respect and memory of the deceased.
It also removes the deceased's nostalgia for their home and prevents them from finding it again.
Today happened to be the third day. Everyone knew that An Jing was dead, and it was unlucky to have a funeral after three days.
That's why Zhang Yuecai brought people here, hoping to get back all the betrothal gifts given by his family.
She had a good idea, but she didn't expect to meet Jin Qing who had just crossed over.
Jin Qing's current image is not good-looking. Although she has put on makeup, her bluish-white skin and dark lips are still obvious.
It even feels impressive and meticulous.
Because Jin Qing grabbed her neck, Zhang Yue subconsciously lowered her head and looked down, just in time to see Jin Qing's arm covered with corpse spots.
Zhang Yue was so frightened that she almost fainted.
After hearing Zhang Yue's scream, everyone else subconsciously looked in Zhang Yue's direction.
Realizing that he had become the center of attention, Jin Qing subconsciously waved to everyone: "Hi~"
707: "..." When saying hello, there is no need to extend your voice so long.
The long tail note, the weird makeup, and the dazzling corpse spots stimulated everyone's eyeballs, and finally converged into everyone screaming in unison: "Ah!"
In order to facilitate the transportation of An Jing's body to the mountain for burial, An's parents parked An Jing's body in the ancestral home of their hometown.
After this voice, people in the room ran out one after another. Some of the slow ones were trampled under their feet.
Zhang Yue was so frightened that she rolled her eyes. An's parents wanted to run away, but someone who killed Qian Dao actually locked the door from the outside when they went out.
In desperation, they had no choice but to hide in the corner and hold their breath.
Didn't you say you have to hold your breath when encountering zombies? Then they should be fine as they are now!
Jin Qing tilted her head and looked around the room.
There were four breathing sounds. Apart from Zhang Yue in his hand, who was squatting in the corner like a fool, there was another person.
At this moment, a small figure emerged from under the altar table in front of the coffin: "Mom, are you here to take Xiaoyu away?"
The child in front of her was about three or four years old. Her face and body were dirty at this time, and she had obviously been hiding under the altar table for a long time.
Seeing Jin Qing tilting his head and looking at the little girl, 707 sighed softly: Such a good child, how come it fell into the hands of the host again.
But this kid is indeed pitiful.
Ever since An Anjing committed suicide, Zhang Yue has never had a good face towards her children.
Thinking of Hong Feng being taken away, sometimes he would get angry and beat her severely.
Hong Xiaoyu would not resist and would only cry loudly after being beaten.
But Zhang Yue happened to be in menopause, and the more Hong Xiaoyu cried, the more ruthless she became.
Since he was so angry, he naturally wouldn't care about the child's eating, drinking and diarrhea.
In just three days, Hong Xiaoyu turned into a wild child.
Today, Zhang Yue brought people to the house to cause trouble, and she also brought Hong Xiaoyu with her.
Zhang Yue's calculations were very precise. As a shrewd mother-in-law, she naturally knew that Hong Xiaoyu was definitely Hong Feng's son.
It's just that she knows that she doesn't want to raise a little girl.
The An family can raise the child, but when the An family raises her, they still have to call her grandma.
When she came here this time, she actually didn't plan to get all the betrothal gift back.
She had heard about the crime of abandonment now.
What I am saying is that you should never abandon your child.
Moreover, when An Anjing married into her family, all the 500,000 yuan betrothal gift was left in her natal family.
If the An family couple didn't move at all, she would definitely not believe it.
