He Is Warmer Than Time

The man led her to the train station and beckoned to stop a taxi. Ding Guoying was very cautious. She was the first time she came back to the big city of Haicheng, where there were many people and cars, and they all dressed like that fox. It's so cold and still wear skirts, few people wear cloth shoes, and many people wear their hair.

The first time Ding Guoying took a taxi, she didn't know how to drive the door. His eyes were full of scrutiny and caution. Does the vixen lead a fairy life with electric lights and telephones upstairs and downstairs in such a big city?

She clenched her fist. This vixen can really enjoy the blessings. He has enjoyed so much blessing. If the brother Jing Xing who still occupies her doesn't let go, will there be no men in the city? Still have to grab her Jingxing brother.

She won't make her live better.

The middle-aged man led her to a small hotel, paid the money, led her upstairs, and said: "After paying for the room for two weeks, you will live here first. When you need you, you will come to pick you up. Don't run around by yourself, do you know?"

Ding Guoying twisted his hands on the corner of the gown, and asked uncertainly: "Big Brother, you took me to the city, didn't you just let me stir Brother Huang Jingxing and the little vixen? What else can you wait for? I'm a moment. Can't wait any longer."

If she waited any longer, her mother might force her to marry the cripple, and she would look down on the cripple. Would it be great to have a brick factory at home? Where is she worthy of waste that is not easy to walk?

The man calmly said: "You listen to my arrangements, and you are not allowed to call the shots without authorization. When the time comes, you will not be responsible."

Ding Guoying saw the man's serious expression, as if he had the majesty of a city person, and he was a little bit frustrated. He didn't dare to say any more: "I know the big brother, I will live in this hotel, I will listen to your arrangements."

She can wait as long as she can dismantle Bokeh Xingxing and the vixen.

The man left the small hotel, and then went to Zhaojiabang Road, Chen Jingui's bungalow, he walked in, and the four women in it were playing mahjong enthusiastically around the table.

Shen Mengfang, Chen Jingui and Zhao Mingyi are all fellow villagers in Ningcheng. This Chen Jingui half-aged mistress is not married. She lives by hooking up with the wealthy boss in Haicheng. No, the life is quite moist. The generous boss gave her a small bungalow, but Shen Mengfang was envious.

She married Song Guoqing solemnly, and only let her take a free job in the factory. At the end of the year, she would be grateful for a small dividend.

The determination to calculate the fortune of the Song family is even stronger.

It was Chen Jingui's younger brother who brought Ding Guoying to Haicheng, who had no serious career, and followed his sister in Haicheng.

When Shen Mengfang and Chen Jingui saw Chen Jinquan's return, they waved their hands and said, "If you don't fight, you won't fight. Let's come here today."

The other two wives murmured a few words and took the money and left.

Shen Mengfang worried and asked, "How can things go smoothly?"

Chen Jinquan proudly said: "It's much smoother than expected. Someone volunteered to help you. I have brought you to Haicheng. I heard that the battalion commander had a marriage contract with you, look. When do I need to use it, I will bring her to you."

Shen Mengfang frowned: "Let her live first. This matter must be discussed in a long-term, not too rash."

Chen Jinguibai glanced at her: "If you want me to tell, let Song Ran follow the poor camp commander, how good are you doing so hard to destroy them? How capable is the poor camp commander."

Shen Mengfang sighed softly: "Isn't it, I think so too."