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

Chapter 167 The Love That Comes to Him
In the days of heavy snow, it is the time when gossip is the most atmospheric.

Li Ping happily told Tan Mianmian everything she knew. "Ji's house broke out. Ji Yan went to my uncle and asked for the old lady Ji's house. I have also seen that house in dilapidated condition. It has not been lived in for several years. His brothers are also very interesting. These few days It’s as if the weather is not afraid of the cold, helping to repair it.”

Although no one lives there, the house will be defeated, but the place is really big, twice the size of this new guard.

Of course, that's because the front yard and the back yard circled a huge area.

"Ji Yu's mother went to make a fuss, saying that Ji Yu is also the grandson of the old man, and he should take half of it. He insisted on Ji Yan immediately providing money for the elderly, and also paying his brother half of the hospital's money. It's 200 yuan. Oh, how embarrassing to ask for it. .”

Tan Mianmian frowned.

Although I didn't see the scene of tearing skins with my own eyes, Ji Yu's mother really did this to this extent.

She is desperate.

Or is it really because of a little contradiction that you have divided your own flesh and blood like this?

Whatever the reason, he, now...

Tan Mianmian stood up abruptly: "Help me watch the meeting, I'll come as soon as I go."

Now that she knows, she won't wait for Ji Yan to come over.

She's going to go now.

Finding the yard where Grandma Ji Yan lived in before, Tan Mianmian slowed down and adjusted her breathing.

In the yard in front of me, the wall is only a little over one meter, and everyone can see everything inside through the wall.

Indeed, as Li Ping described, it was dirty, messy and old.

Several young men were working in division of labor, and they were still discussing something enthusiastically. Ji Yan ran around and was very busy with work, until someone reminded Tan Zhiqing that he was outside.

The young man was very angry, and when he got busy, he didn't need to wrap his clothes all over his body, his coat was put aside, and his muscular figure was clearly recognizable.

Ji Yan stood up straight, looked out, and found the figure of his target, Tan Mianmian.

"Then, I'll go over."

"Go ahead you."

"Stinky boy, explain to others well."

Ji Yan had already strode out the door, trotted a few times and stood in front of Tan Mianmian: "Come to see me? It's still snowing, why don't you stay warm in the new guard, what are you doing out there?"

"You, separated from your family?"

"That's right." He said with a calm face: "If you can't make it through, don't force it."

Moreover, he said that he would give money to Mianmian, the economy was cut off, and the family only had a deposit of ten yuan, so it was just broken.

In fact, under normal circumstances, his old mother would not be able to say that she would ask him to give him two hundred. If she said it, it would be easy to sever the relationship. Wasn't she also afraid that something would happen if she didn't have money in her hand?

In the days to come, he only cared about her eating and drinking, sharing life, old age, sickness and death among her.

It's not that no one has persuaded her, so she will be pointed out to her mother.

He doesn't care. Others can't empathize with what he has experienced, so he doesn't ask others to understand him.

If someone insists on giving pointers, let that person come to you and give pointers.

"Then, you just moved..." Tan Mianmian didn't continue, she asked Ji Yan to wait.

She trotted to rummage in her own house again, and found 67 yuan and [-] cents, which was the rest of her money.

It would be nice if I didn't buy leather shoes, and I could make up a hundred.

Grabbing 60 yuan, Tan Mianmian ran to Ji Yan's side again, stuffed the money and ran away.

Before Ji Yan could see what was in his hand, Tan Mianmian ran away without a trace.

"The road is slippery, don't run—" Ji Yan was worried.

The young man who helped with the work hasn't left yet, seeing a pile of money in his hand, that's so sour.

The face is sour and deformed.

(End of this chapter)