A prostitute: a good wife provoked an evil husband

Just like that, An Xiaoqing followed Ms. Hongxia to Pei's Huanyi Yard without hesitation.

Looking at the piles of coarse linen and linen clothes, An Xiaoqing looked around, and there were only the two of them.

"Mother, do you want us to wash all these clothes?"

Hongxia sighed, didn't say anything, and lowered her head to do the laundry.

There is not even a washboard. When will this wash be the end?No wonder when Hongxia's hands touched her face, her fingertips were rough and dry. After washing so much a day, how could one pair of hands be good?

After finding a board of about the same size and a knife, An Xiaoqing made a rough washboard in less than an hour.

"Mom, let me help you."

The clothes were put on the washboard, and then soaped, and one piece was washed quickly.

Hongxia looked at her daughter in astonishment. Although it was just an extra strange board, it was indeed very helpful for laundry. She couldn't help being relieved. After falling into the water yesterday, the child seemed to be a different person and became more sensible.

Because of the washboard, today's work was done very quickly. When Madam Hua came to inspect the acceptance, she saw the mother and daughter sitting aside and talking, and left without saying anything.

After a busy day, the mother and daughter called it a day and went back to eat. When they walked to the gate of the second courtyard, they met the second girl.

An Xiaoqing didn't recognize the second girl. She saw a beautiful girl approaching her, about fifteen or sixteen years old, pretty and charming, so she took a second look.

It's a pity that this second girl is beautiful, but she has a big mouth, and her face is full of arrogance, which reduces her beauty a little bit.

"What are you looking at? Look at me digging out your eyeballs." Seeing An Xiaoqing staring at her big mouth, the second girl was very upset.

"My servant greets the second girl." Hongxia hurriedly dragged An Xiaoqing to bow down together.

"Why aren't you dead yet? Do you want to embarrass our Pei family? A pair of sluts." The second girl scolded contemptuously and arrogantly.

A wave of anger rushed into her heart. Although she had only been here for a day, Hongxia's love for An Xiaoqing made her feel warmer than ever before. You can scold her, but you can't scold Hongxia!

"The second girl had garlic at noon." An Xiaoqing asked seriously.

The second girl was stunned, subconsciously covered her mouth, and sniffed again.

"It doesn't matter if others eat or not wash their mouths, but the second girl should also know that her mouth is big, and it is easy to leak air."

An Xiaoqing slapped her mouth with her hand as she spoke, pretending to smell bad.

The second girl blushed and became angry from embarrassment: "An Xiaoqing, you are courting death!"

An Xiaoqing took two steps back while fanning herself, as if about to vomit.

"You... come here, beat this little slut to death for me." The second girl was anxious, and waved her hand for the following woman to do it.

The two women stepped forward and raised their arms to beat them. An Xiaoqing counted silently in her heart, one, two, three.

Sure enough, when the slap was about to touch the face, a man dressed in white snow came from the second door, with a refined and gentle demeanor.

"Stop it, what is this?"

"Brother Ziyan." The second girl changed her hostility just now, and stepped forward to salute in a tender voice.

"Second sister, why did you shoot someone down again?" the man in white persuaded gently.

"She provoked me, cousin, don't you remember Hongxia? She was the one who made my mother so angry. Your aunt almost vomited blood."

Hongxia stepped forward to salute: "Master Biao."

"So it's Hongxia. I often hear the old lady say you at home." The man in white gently helped Hongxia up.

"Is this your daughter? It turns out she's already this old."

"Returning to Master Biao, Xiaoqing is fifteen this year."