The eldest married as a merchant's wife

Chapter 88
There are more than 100 tables at the end of the bridge, and the young daughters-in-law are responsible for pouring wine. Xiuhe is busy like a butterfly in a light orange embroidered lace gown with a pipa lapel and a lotus-colored pleated skirt.She is the youngest. Although her identity is unclear, she doesn't feel sorry for herself. Instead, she tied her hair in a fresh bun, unlike the women who tied it up completely, nor like the girls who left a long strand. The braid hangs on the back of the neck and on the chest, which has a unique style.

The drinking brothers looked at her frequently, and asked Geng Wu: "That girl is stubborn, first she hid when she saw you, how did she subdue her?"

Xiao Hei curled his lips: "Where is the use of Jiang? I have long liked Geng Wu, why don't I like her to hide!"

The brothers laughed and drank, everyone knew that Geng Wu carried Xiuhe under the bridge that night to do it, and when the woman hurt, no matter how stubborn she was, she became soft again.Chong Xiuhe's back said: "Hey, from Gengwu's family, come over and pour wine for your husband!"

Out of the corner of Geng Wu's eyes, he glanced back, the skirt of that unbound woman was swaying, her crotch was like a moon plate, neither going far nor coming, swaying at a distance of two or three tables.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, he took a sip of the wine and said: "I'm afraid I can't bear it in my heart, I'm feeling awkward, why would I come here, don't talk to her."

Xiuhe held the small wine urn in both hands, and looked back when she heard the words.Geng Wu was sitting with his back to him, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, sitting in a horse stance, unrestrained and majestic, attracting the eyes of the girls around him frequently.I could only see her feeling angry and thinking.

Who can't bear him.

Ignore it.

Turn around and go to the other side.

Wanchun was sitting at the aunt's table kneading melon seeds, hearing Naya talk about the Mei family's business in Nanyang, she felt itchy and wished she could go there immediately.Seeing Geng Wu following Xiuhe with affection in his eyebrows, he gave a sister a look.

The sister shouted: "Xiu He, you go and take care of the table over there."

Xiuhe didn't return her thoughts, seeing a table in the corner deserted alone, she walked over with the wine jar in her arms.When he arrived, he was stunned—after being ill for half a month, Zensheng's handsome face had lost a lot of weight, his eyes looked gloomy and cold from the side, his jaw was not as smooth as before, and green stubble appeared.

It's changed, obviously the person is still the same person, he was still a boy in the past, but now no matter his eyes or body shape, how come he looks like a lot of men in his life.

He came and went, but he still seemed to have lingering fears about him.Xiuhe poured wine for Mei Xiaoting, flat and light.

Mei Xiaoting sat without raising his eyebrows, opening and closing the small bamboo bone fan in his hand, showing contempt and arrogance.Seeing a wooden bracelet on Xiuhe's wrist swaying gently under her eyes, her fingertips are soft and delicate, with little calluses for needlework.Suddenly remembering the hands that were held during the worship that day, hatred appeared in her phoenix eyes again - after liking for so many years, nothing was good for her.Now, instead, what was left to her before was given to an irrelevant woman.

Xiuhe finished pouring the wine and left.

She no longer smiled at him at all, nor was she angry at him at all, Mei Xiaoting stared at the lotus skirt leaving the corner of his eyes, and his heart was pierced by a knife.As soon as it hurts, I can't help but make her feel the pain too.

"Snapped--"

Mei Xiaoting poured the wine on the ground coldly: "Pour me another glass~"

With her back facing Xiuhe, the aura around her was eerie.

Xiuhe paused, seeing that the two tables nearby seemed to be quiet for a moment, her eyes swept over secretly.Then he tightened the wine urn, and finally went back to pour half a bowl for him: "That's all that's left, if you spill any more, I'll ask Meijuan to come over and refill it for you."

No matter what, you can't anger her... If you take a serious look at Master, you will die!
Mei Xiaoting grabbed Xiuhe's wrist tightly, and tightened the veins in her five fingers holding the wine glass: "It's all my mother's fault, but you can't just dump me like this... I bought a house on Darong Street , he didn't marry you, so you go live."

His speech was low and trembling with pain, even his voice seemed different from before.

(End of this chapter)