Chapter 330: Poor

"What did you dream about just now? Can you tell me?" His hand gently touched her forehead.

"I dreamed that I met a particularly bad man. He often beat me. I didn't know how I could have a son with another man. He kept blaming me and saying that I was a .Bitch. Woman. Never treated me well. How could I?"

Qiaoqiao seems to be immersed in this shadow and suffers deeply. She is breathing rapidly now, and it seems that she is even more uncomfortable than when she just woke up from the dream. ,

"Think about it again, do you have other men in reality?"

Shen Jie's soft tone reached her ears, like a warm flow caressing her body, which made her feel much relieved.

"No way! Although our family is poor, we will never ruin our reputation. In our rural area, reputation is more important than anything else." Afterwards, her words became more and more blurry.

He didn't expect that this kind of manipulation of people's consciousness would consume so much spiritual consciousness. After a while, he felt as if his brain had been hollowed out.

This woman seemed to fall asleep in the warm and peaceful atmosphere just now,

The man next to her was holding his head, as if in extreme pain.

He fell asleep this time. I don’t know how long it took.

He couldn't even feel the passage of time,

When he regained some consciousness again,

The vacillating shadow in the dream was clearly that of Qihui.

Looking good on the outside means nothing to him now.

He didn't expect that the fragment of that woman left in his mind would have such a profound impact on the current reality.

"Sir, you're awake." A woman wearing a dark-colored cotton-padded jacket walked in. A ray of sunlight happened to shine on him outside the window.

He may have slept for too long, and there were still several strands of hair sticking to his forehead.

"How long have I been asleep?" he asked.

"It didn't take long. It's just past noon. Are you hungry? I'll go and heat some food for you."

She opened the window wider, and more of the cold wind came in unceremoniously.

However, the sunlight filled the whole room, giving him a warm feeling.

He is now in excellent condition and in a good mood. "Wait for me outside and call your family members over so that I can meet them." Shen Jie said.

"What are you doing!" She knew how sick he was last night, so she was a little worried.

"It's okay, I'm just bored when I have free time. If you want to be lively, go do it!"

Qiao Qiao was still a little doubtful. When she walked out, Shen Jie asked again: "What's your name?"

"My family name is Qiao." Her voice was trembling, and her eyes looked a little scared of him, as if she was afraid that he would blame her.

This also made her look more beautiful, charming, and charming for a moment. Shen Jie didn't know why she looked at him with this look.

"I'm asking for your full name." He smiled.

Perhaps his smile was too infectious, so she also smiled slightly, showing her lips and teeth, and said, "Qiao Ruolin."

As soon as she left, the room fell into silence again.

While he was getting dressed, he took a careful look at the interior of the room. It was a rustic, broken house that was much older than the Syrian style. The side walls were mixed with mud and grass. A crack appeared from the beam to the edge of the wooden cabinet.

There are only the sounds of hens outside. It sounds like this must be a very remote place.

He quickly put on the worn-out cotton-padded clothes.

Until now, he has not gone around her house to take a good look;

"Ruolin, what a wonderful name." As soon as he left the door of the room, he saw an endless field with only roots.

"Are you so poor?" There wasn't even a courtyard wall, just three thatched houses, and they were so small.

There is a small dirt road in front of the door. From here to both sides, there are shabby houses like hers, none of which are very high.