60s: Petite Wife

Shen Jiao shook the money in front of the old man and said with a smile, "This Mei Hanying is my aunt, who ran away from home after quarreling with my uncle more than ten years ago. My aunt is a strong temperament, so she deliberately ran here to make a fake tomb. I'm angry with my uncle, now that my aunt and uncle are reunited, do you think this tomb still needs to exist?"

The old man's eyes moved back and forth along the pile of money, and he nodded subconsciously, "It's not necessary, of course it's not necessary, how taboo people are still alive to erect a monument!"

"Isn't that the reason, old comrade, you use this money to drink and drink, and now you go back to sleep, you don't see anything, you don't know anything."

Shen Jiao smiled and stuffed the money into the old man's arms. The old man's mouth was grinning to the bottom of his ears, and most of his body was covered in dirt. He never imagined that he could make such a huge fortune. No wonder his left eyelid twitched in the early morning. Stop it!

As for the issue of losing his job, the old man doesn't worry about it. Who else would be willing to do the job of guarding the tomb except for a widowed and lonely old man like him?

The government wants him to work for the rest of his life!

The old man took the money and left happily without saying a word, and let Shen Jiao and the others take care of themselves.

Shen Jiao pulled out the treasured knife that Han Qixiu had given her from her body and handed it to Zhao Si, "Fourth Uncle uses my knife to cut stones just like cutting tofu."

The granite is very hard, and ordinary knives can't use it at all. Rao is Zhao Si's kung fu, and it is extremely laborious to scrape it, but the treasure knife is different. In a few minutes, the tombstone was cut off by Zhao Si. , those five words are gone, only the white stone is left.

"Let's go back!"

Zhao Si clapped his hands in satisfaction, returned the knife to Shen Jiao, and walked down the mountain leisurely with his hands behind his back, his steps were very brisk, as if he was a dozen years younger.

Shen Jiao hurriedly followed, and she questioned: "Fourth uncle, how can you be sure that my fourth aunt is not dead? What if I make a mistake?"

"There is absolutely no mistake, Mei Hanying is her real name, Mei Ying is just a pseudonym, very few people know her real name, not even Shangguan. Her real name, and she won't tell an outsider her real name."

Zhao Si said firmly, he paused, and then said: "Even if she didn't use a pseudonym at the time, she used her real name, but I asked Mrs. Mei before about Mei Ying, not Mei Hanying, but this monument is engraved on it. But it's Mei Hanying again."

"What does this mean? Could it be that my fourth aunt told Mrs. Mei both her real name and her pseudonym?" Shen Jiao asked.

Zhao Si glanced at her with disgust, and was too lazy to pay attention to her, Sister Wen smiled, "Miss, in our line of business, you will never tell the same person your real name and pseudonym, not even close relatives. What's more, Mrs. Mei said that she and Mrs. are only casual friends, it is even more impossible, Mrs. Mei, she must be lying!"

Shen Jiao finally understood and said in surprise, "So, Mrs. Mei is my fourth aunt, but what happened to Mei Sihua? Fourth uncle, you and fourth aunt gave birth to him, right?"

Zhao Si rolled his eyes angrily. He really thought that the child was born by himself with Mei Ying, but he and Mei Ying hadn't seen each other for more than 40 years. Where did he get the time to have a baby on the plane?

Of course, Shen Jiao also knew that Mei Sihua could not be Zhao Si's son. It was just a joke just now. She quickly thought of another possibility, and her heart sank.

"Fourth Uncle, could it be Aunt Four and another man?"

Shen Jiao didn't say any more, she was embarrassed

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Looking at Zhao Si, he rushed over thousands of miles, but it wasn't an empty joy!

Zhao Si was very calm, and said indifferently, "Even if it is a child born to someone else, that man must be dead."

The thing he regrets most in his life is that he didn't share his thoughts with Mei Ying back then. He always thought that they were still young and would have the opportunity to talk about it in the future.

Fortunately, God has mercy on him, allowing him to find the woman he loves in his lifetime. What if she is married and has children?

As long as she is still alive!

Shen Jiao gave a thumbs up secretly, her fourth uncle is domineering, but—

"Fourth Uncle, let me tell you something, Mrs. Mei..."

Shen Jiao will tell about Mrs. Mei's disfigurement. Although she thinks that Zhao Si is definitely not someone who pays attention to her appearance, Mrs. Mei's face is too disfigured. She thinks that the main reason why Mrs. Mei is avoiding is because of that. A ruined face.

If she was in Mrs. Mei's situation, she might never see her former love again. After all, the most difficult thing to try is the human heart. No one can guarantee that a man can accept his disfigured lover. Most men judge people by their appearance, and their wives are old. Zhu Huang will always go outside to find a concubine, not to mention it's a mess!

So it's better to let Zhao Si be mentally prepared first.

Zhao Si was thoughtful and asked, "Is her face seriously damaged?"

Shen Jiao nodded solemnly, "It's very serious, and she can't see the light, so she can only stay at home during the day."

Distress flashed in Zhao Si's eyes, and she didn't know how she came here all these years.

Taoyao, this bitch~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It is too cheap for her to die in a nursing home!

"It's alright. If you don't go out during the day, go out at night. Now the night view of the city is even more beautiful than during the day." Zhao Si didn't care, and didn't mention Mrs. Mei's face.

Because he didn't care at all, no matter what she became, she was still the beautiful and calm girl in his mind, standing under the plum tree and smiling at him.

It was already midnight when they returned to the city. The city was very quiet. Only a few lights flickered in the night sky. Shen Jiao couldn't stop yawning. not open.

However, Zhao Si was still in high spirits. When the car was less than a mile away from Shen's house, Zhao Si suddenly said, "Awen, transfer the car to Mei's house."

The sleepy-eyed Shen Jiao was taken aback and tried her best to persuade her, "Fourth Uncle, don't be in such a hurry, now the fourth aunt is asleep in the middle of the night. Let's visit the fourth aunt again tomorrow morning, okay?"

She was also secretly laughing in her heart, she couldn't wait for a whole night, she was even more enthusiastic than the Maotou boy!

Zhao Si said in a deep voice, "You will definitely find no one if you go tomorrow morning. Go now and stay at the gate to see where she runs!"

In Mei Ying's mind, if she made up her mind to not see him, she would never stay in the same place again, at most one night, so he had to guard and not let this woman run away.

As soon as the genius was bright, Mrs. Mei woke up Mei Sihua and prepared to leave with her sleepy-eyed son, but just as she walked out of the gate, she saw the man guarding the gate.

He stood up straight like a pine tree, and his clothes were covered in hoarfrost, so it could be seen that he must have been here all night.

"Han Ying, where else do you want to go?"