Thinking of the bloody Zhou Zhiyuan in his previous life, Yao Jingping wanted to stab Ning Hongmei and his wife to death.
The best way to torture a person is not to kill her all at once, but to make her feel frightened and uneasy, making her restless and tortured day and night.
The days are still long, take your time.
In a few days, I'm afraid this family of three will be angry to death.
"I have met her, and she asked me to live an honest life with you in the village."
Zhou Zhiyuan glanced at her and hesitated to speak.
"What you just wrote was a report letter?"
He didn't want to continue talking about this topic because he was worried that she would know about it.
"Well, based on their qualifications, Yao Pingfu and Ning Hongmei are not qualified to be allocated a new house. I'm afraid there is something fishy in the middle. As long as the person in charge sees the report letter and is willing to investigate, they will not have a share in the new house! "
Yao Pingfu is an unmotivated technician who just gets by every day.
And Ning Hongmei is an ordinary textile worker in the factory. The buildings in the family homes are arranged according to seniority based on seniority. There are so many people who meet the quota and are eagerly waiting to be allocated a house. How can they get their turn?
The eldest son of the enthusiastic aunt Feng Cuihua's family, Dalong, is twenty-three this year and is very worried about the house.
He was anxious to get a wife and get a house, but there was no sign of her. When she met Feng Cuihua, she mentioned the matter of dividing a house, but she actually meant to make sarcastic remarks.
Thinking of the miserable appearance of the three members of the family beating their chests and beating their chests while in Meimeng, Yao Jingping was in an inexplicable mood.
She looked up and stared at Zhou Zhiyuan with a smile, and touched a thick wad of money in her trouser pocket, thinking that she would treat the man to a good meal at noon today to make up for it.
A whole five hundred dollars! She is rich now.
"Come on, I'll invite you to a state-owned hotel for dinner. Let's eat roast duck. The duck rolled into pancakes and slices in state-owned restaurants is delicious!"
"Yao Jingping!"
Just as he was about to leave, there was a sound of gnashing teeth behind him.
Yao Jingping couldn't help but frown and turned around. Yao Ruyue, the god of plague, came to look for thorns again?
"Ouch, college students are here..."
She raised her eyebrows and looked at the furious Yao Ruyue with a sarcastic expression.
She and Yao Ruyue were the same age. They went to school together and came out of school together. By the time Yao Jingping graduated from junior high school, Yao Ruyue had been in the first year of junior high school for three consecutive years.
Yao Ruyue, who looks a bit like a fox, not only does not have the cleverness of a fox, but has the brains of a pig. Not only was he unable to memorize liberal arts subjects, but he also couldn’t figure out what was going on after studying trigonometric functions for three years. His math score never exceeded 20 points, and he couldn’t even write the 24 letters in English.
She puts all her thoughts into dressing up and changes her hair several times a day. How can such a poor student get into college?
Unless you change your head.
It's still a normal university. Once you graduate, you can become a people's teacher and earn a living from the country.
Such a scumbag, even if he graduates successfully, he is still a mediocre teacher and the master who misleads his children!
"College student, tell me, tell your sister, how did you get into college with your brain not as big as a walnut? Why do I remember that you can't even write "hoe for hoeing" correctly? Your mother left it for you. back door?"
Yao Jingping narrowed his eyes, crossed his arms and sneered.
"Shut up! Give me the money!"
Yao Ruyue's face turned red with embarrassment. If she weren't afraid of the black-faced god Zhou Zhiyuan next to Yao Jingping, she would have wanted to come over and tear her mouth apart!
"You spent so much money to marry such a bastard and you still treat it like a treasure? He's been slept with by others and you're still so rare? Are you so in need of women? Are you even a man? You should be beaten. Her, torture her!"
"You are just a bastard. You killed your own mother, you bastard! Everyone with you will not end well! You two will not die well!"
"roll……"
Zhou Zhiyuan moved his tightly clenched fist at his side and gritted his teeth.
If he hadn't hit women casually, he would have knocked her away with one punch!
Yao Jingping bent down and grabbed a handful of yellow mud, and while Yao Ruyue was spitting and glaring and cursing, he stuffed it into her mouth before she could react!
It's good if Hei Lang is here, stuff Hei Lang Baba in, and see whether it's her mouth that smells bad or Hei Lang Baba's!
"Cough cough cough..."
Yao Ruyue, who was grinning and coughing violently, could no longer care about finding Yao Jingping. She bent over and squatted down, vomiting and coughing, whining and shouting, with tears and snot pouring from her nose. She looked so miserable.
He came and tried to get his money back, but not only did he not get the money, he also suffered a huge loss!
She was so wronged that she covered her mouth and ran back, yelling vaguely.
Yao Jingping smiled coldly at her back.
Haha, this little bitch who has no brains, no brains, no physical strength, yet dares to fight with her!
This is just the move, there will be plenty of opportunities to torture her in the future!
If she takes the initiative to attack, then she will attack him as soon as possible. If she doesn't take the initiative, then she will use the knife openly or covertly!
Ning Hongmei and her mother-in-law, it’s so difficult to live well!
With a disdainful sneer, Yao Ningping and Zhou Zhiyuan continued walking forward leisurely, slapping the dust and yellow mud off their hands.
She pursed her lips and looked at Zhou Zhiyuan. She still hoped that he would take the initiative to tell what he knew.
She learned some information from Yao Ruyue's words.
She obviously got into Zhou Zhiyuan's bed that day and then married him. She had never had a relationship with another man before that. Why did Yao Ruyue insist that she was a piece of shit?
Yao Ruyue made it clear just now that Zhou Zhiyuan spent a lot of money to marry her!
Zhou Zhiyuan straightened his back and looked forward, his eyes deliberately avoiding hers.
Yao Jingping simply pulled him to stand on the side of the road.
"look into my eyes."
"There are so many people on the road..."
Zhou Zhiyuan felt a little embarrassed, and his earlobes turned red.
"Look into my eyes, right now."
Yao Jingping was standing in front of him, a head shorter than him, her head just reached his shoulders, and it was a bit difficult to look up at him.
Not only were the two eyes staring at him closely, but the two hands also grabbed his arms.
"Did you give Ning Hongmei money?"
Zhou Zhiyuan looked around nervously.
Several young people riding bicycles whistled loudly on the roadside. Several elderly women carrying vegetable baskets shook their heads and put their hands to their mouths to whisper with their companions. An old man carrying a bird cage behind his back had a sullen look on his face. , and even coughed hard several times when passing by them.
"Well, I gave her five hundred yuan."
After a pause, Zhou Zhiyuan looked down at her and added something like a supplementary explanation.
"She said she couldn't support you in vain."
Yao Jingping was so angry that he stamped his feet, raised his hand and patted Zhou Zhiyuan's shoulder gently twice.
Five hundred yuan, this is a huge amount of money.
At that time, his monthly salary was only thirty-five yuan, and he had to give his salary to Wang Guihua every month. Where did he get five hundred yuan?
No wonder Ning Hongmei looked at Zhou Zhiyuan with resentment in her eyes today. She must have thought that Zhou Zhiyuan was teasing her to come back and ask for the money!
As if he had read her mind, he took his arm out of her hand and explained while lifting his legs and walking forward.
"I borrowed the money from Wang Shoulong. He has money, so don't worry..."
The Emotional King Shoulong is damned, so he deserves to spend money and effort?
No matter how good the relationship is, the accounts must be settled, right? The money must be paid back after all, right?
I was still thinking about treating the man to a delicious meal at noon today, but I suddenly lost my mood.
"Aren't you hungry? There's a state-owned hotel just a little further ahead."
Zhou Zhiyuan strode forward.
The roast duck is no longer fragrant!
