The petite wife of the era, the rough man's husband spoils

Chapter 137 For such a person, it is accurate to remember black history

Seeing that Ji Yan really trusted Tan Mianmian, Aunt Ji didn't say anything more in front of him.

Talking is useless.

After Ji Yan delivered the goods, he also sorted the goods, and then took out the salary he had saved during this period of time and calculated it. After deducting the money for shopping, there was still some left, so he looked around, took a box of dried noodles and left.

"Deducted from the account." Even if it was his own aunt, he didn't take advantage of it.

"You kid, got it!"

Ji Yan found a sack to pack the dried noodles and the box, so they didn't look so conspicuous. After returning to the brigade, he went to distribute the money to several team members' homes, and then went to the educated youth point to bring the dried noodles to Tan Mianmian.

"So many!" Tan Mianmian tugged at the mouth of the sack, glanced left and right, his eyes were like guarding against thieves: "Ji Yan, don't keep sending me things, I have food and drink myself! That place is very busy when winter is approaching." Check very strictly, don't go."

Besides the black market, where else can you buy things like this casually.

Ji Yan is a pure farmer, where there are votes to share, he must be trading on the black market.

Ji Yan rubbed his nose when the girl he liked stared at her and said that he had acquaintances and could do business alone. "You are too thin, eat more."

He could tell that when she ate coarse grains, it was the same as punishment.

Maybe Tan Mianmian didn't remember it anymore, but when she first started making summer tea, her family brought her meals, and she really felt like a punishment when she ate.

Ji Yan has seen it.

And did not forget.

Tan Mianmian believed it for now.

As for being thin, it doesn't count, she guessed that she was at least five or six catties fatter than when she wore it?

He refused to take back the noodles, so Tan Mianmian had no choice but to continue. "wait."

She had bought labor insurance products for nothing before, and they happened to be used by him. "If you wear it at work, look at the many calluses and small wounds on your hands."

"It's pretty ugly." Ji Yan commented on his hand.

Compared with Tan Mianmian's slender fingers, which were still slightly fleshy when pinched, his hands were as rough as thorn bushes and scratchy. Her fingers were as beautiful as the flowers in his hand.

"I didn't say your hands are ugly, but I want you to protect them." Tan Mianmian corrected.

"Oh." Ji Yan was glad that she cared about him.

Far away, someone called Ji Yan's name, Tan Mianmian followed the call and saw that it was Ji Yu.

Hasn't he always had a bad relationship with Ji Yan? Is it because he wants to manipulate him or something.

"Then I'll go back first, eat well, and I'll clean up your house in two days."

"Oh, don't give me any more—" things.

Ji Yan has strode towards his brother.

Tan Mianmian withdrew her steps, watched the two walking towards home together, and sighed deeply.

It's not that she wants to meet Ji Yan, it's that the love consumption concept of aa has become the mainstream in later generations, and even the law has been introduced. If there is no voluntary gift on the transfer of a certain letter, when there is a lawsuit, the transfer of the above can be done for a penny. Sentence back.

Once a sweet love affair, once turned against each other because of this, the "cost" can be recovered after eating benefits. It is natural for those who benefit from the standpoint that it is normal to separate and recover the money, and they are invincible.

The other party's accompanying youth devoted himself to surprises, and was naturally labeled as a greedy materialistic person.

Under such a background, she was subconsciously rejected by Ji Yan's straightforward pursuit.

Perhaps Ji Yan's pursuit is most in line with the concept of marriage and love in this era.

(End of this chapter)