Fast-wearing female supporting roles: the villain is pretending to be pitiful again

Chapter 227 Little Brother, He's Playing Good Again (52)

Yun Miao picked up a white shirt, stroked Qi Mohan's body twice, and took a pair of pull-back shoes to compare on his feet, completely ignoring Xu Xiaoxue's words.

"It is said that blessings are shared, so of course there must be difficulties."

"Besides, the city is so chaotic, and people are arrested at every turn. It's better to come to the countryside, where it's safe and quiet."

After putting down the clothes in her hands, Yun Miao turned around in satisfaction, "You think so?"

"Look, how fresh is the air in this small mountain village, how beautiful is the scenery, how free is it here? I'm doing this for your own good."

Didn't they want her to marry a fool as his wife under the banner of 'for her'?
Then she is also 'for their good' now.

Fair enough, right!

Xu Xiaoxue was so angry that her eyes turned black, and she wished she could kill this nasty woman directly.

She can clearly live a good life in the city, but now she can only work day and night in this mountain village.

In just a few days, a lot of blisters developed on her hands, her face was tanned and itchy, and her arms even peeled off a layer of skin.

When I went home at night, not only was my face and hands so painful that I couldn't sleep, I couldn't even lift my arms.

Her waist is sore, her back hurts, and she has to be careful of mice crawling on her in the middle of the night, and she also has to worry about whether the mud house will suddenly collapse in the middle of the night.

These days are the hardest and most tormented days in her two lifetimes combined.

And all of these were caused by this woman with an angelic face and devilish scheming in front of her.

"You...Your heart is really cruel, I'm going to tell Dad."

Xu Xiaoxue really cried out of anger, blushed, turned around and got out of the reed field.

Yun Miao rolled her eyes towards the sky.

As for being so angry?
I don't even think about it, who is more ruthless when a family bullies a little girl?
"Go, go, you can't do anything to me anyway."

Yun Miao didn't care at all.

"This looks delicious, try it."

Qi Mohan picked out a delicately packaged strawberry flavored cake from a pile of things and handed it to her.

Yun Miao took it and opened the box, took a bite, it was really good.

"As much as you want, you can eat too."

Qi Mohan shook his head: "I won't eat it, I'll leave it to you."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on a beautiful packaging box.

After opening, there is a high-grade sealed bag inside.

Unzip the zipper, take out the clothes inside and shake it gently.

It's a beautiful ombré dress with blue thorn rust flowers.

His eyes lit up, and he put the clothes on Yun Miao's back for comparison, "This dress is beautiful, you must look good in it."

Yun Miao also likes this design quite a bit, and feels a little regretful: "It's a pity that I can't wear it now."

The outside is all in one color, either navy blue overalls, gray overalls, or army green.

The fresher ones are white shirts and black pants, and the more out-of-the-ordinary ones are gray and white plaid skirts or something.

Like this, if you wear it out, it will be regarded as the tail of capitalism in minutes, and it will be caught for re-education and labor.

Qi Mohan was not discouraged, and was still in a good mood.

"You can wear it in the future." After a few years, the policy will be relaxed, and you can wear anything.

When he died, ordinary people were able to open shops and do business, and some people opened factories and engaged in private enterprises.

On the street, too, you can wear any kind of clothes.

"You can also wear it in your own room."

Qi Mohan folded the skirt carefully, put it back into the sealed bag, and then put it in the box, for fear of getting it dirty.

"Ah."

Yun Miao didn't notice the meaning contained in his words, she nodded with a smile.

(End of this chapter)