My scumbag sister stole my husband? I'm a scumbag and married my cowardly brother-in-law

"You three little hooligans specifically pick on girls who look easy to bully, right?

Have you forgotten so quickly how badly my master taught you a lesson?"

These three hooligans had never suffered any loss when it came to the little girl. That was the only time when they not only failed to get any money but also got severely beaten up. Of course, the memory of that is still fresh in their mind.

The gangster in black leather jacket who led the group spit out the toothpick in his mouth and said, "Little girl, does that hero know who you are last time? Just try to establish a relationship with him.

Even if she is your master, so what? We can't beat her, but we can't beat you?

Besides, do we need to fight? If you don’t give it to me, I will immediately shout that you seduced us, let’s see who will suffer the most.”

They were just saying seductive words, but ordinary girls would be scared at this point, so there was no need to really shout.

Since they have never shouted it out, naturally someone will believe it.

But Wen Wan was not afraid of these, she curled her lips in a mocking manner and said more shamelessly than them: "Then shout!

Shout as loud as you can, and I’ll go to the police station and sue you for hooliganism, and have you spend the New Year in prison.”

The thug in black leather jacket said: "You are so brave!

It doesn’t matter whether we can get in for the New Year or not. What matters is that after we play hooligans on you, no one will want you. When the time comes, don’t beg us to marry you.”

"I'm sorry," Wen Wan said, "I'm already married. If you want to marry me, you have to die first and reincarnate to get a seat in the queue."

Seeing that he couldn't win the verbal battle, the younger brother behind him said impatiently: "This woman is so shameless, why are you still talking nonsense with her, can't you just rob her directly?

The three of us can't beat a little girl?"

"It's not that I can't beat her, it's just that the girl is pretty cool, and I really want to be a gangster."

After saying that, the three of them came over with their sleeves rolled up. Wen Wan planned to knock down one person first, then ride her bike and run away. A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him. He would move to the reinforcements to settle the score after he had escaped. Even if she could win now, she would get injured, and she was afraid of pain.

Unexpectedly, all the plans were useless because Xie Changqing appeared out of nowhere.

He didn't even give the thug a chance to say anything and knocked him to the ground with a few punches. One of his teeth didn't fall out, probably because he had taken good calcium supplements, but the other two had three back molars lost.

With their mouths full of blood, Wen Wan almost thought they were going to die from vomiting blood.

Seeing Wen Wan pulling his sleeve with a worried look on his face, Xie Changqing softened his heart, sighed slightly and explained: "I know the severity of the situation. They won't die or be disabled, but they will have to suffer a little."

Wen Wan was relieved.

Before letting the three thugs go, Wen Wan gave them a few warnings.

"Now you know how powerful I am! The guy last time was my master, and this guy is my senior brother. Although my Kung Fu is not as good as theirs, it is more than enough to beat you punks.

Not only will I avoid my aunt from now on, but if you continue to behave like this when you meet other girls, I will beat you up too.

Not only will we beat you up, we will also put you in jail for a few years."

Although it was past mealtime, Wen Wan hadn't eaten lunch and was a little hungry. When she asked Xie Changqing about it, he also said he hadn't eaten lunch. So they went to the state-owned restaurant and ordered a few dishes.

After the dishes came, he found that Xie Changqing had no intention of picking up her chopsticks, so he just sat and watched her eat.

Wen Wan was a little speechless, "No way, big brother, I went to bring you buns this morning with a warm face, but you gave me a cold face.

Since you just saved me, I will forgive you for what happened this morning.

I'm not in a bad mood anymore, why are you still in a bad mood?

If you don't want to eat, why did you come in with me? Are you going to give me a cold face and make me unable to eat?"

Xie Changqing's face was numb after being wronged. After a long while, he explained unnaturally: "I ate too many buns this morning, so I'm not hungry now."

"Don't you dislike eating buns?" Wen Wan was a little confused, "And I didn't give you that many, right?

You have so many colleagues and co-workers, how can you still eat so much after dividing it and not feel hungry now?

That's a bun, not a stone."

"No!" he said lightly.

"What do you mean?" Wen Wan was impatient and hated the way he hesitated to speak. "Didn't you say you wanted to say it straight?

Let me tell you! What I hate most is guessing what other people are thinking..."

Just saying this, Wen Wan suddenly remembered that she always subconsciously tried to figure out other people's thoughts so that she could know herself and the enemy and win every battle.

She was able to predict Wen Ya and Zhang Lan accurately, so why was she unwilling to spend some time guessing when it came to Xie Changqing?

Wen Wan put down her chopsticks and thought about it. Perhaps this was the difference between how she treated her close ones and others.

In front of close people, I always subconsciously relax and be lazy. In front of others, it seems that I have activated my defense mechanism, guessing other people's thoughts and doing things with ease.

This subconsciousness seemed to make Xie Changqing, who was close to him, a little unfair. In a sense, he was not as attentive to him as he was to others.

After thinking about this, Wen Wan felt that her thoughts were really terrible.

What happened to the transitional tools that were agreed upon, with everyone taking what they needed and continuing if they agree or disbanding if they don't?

How could you really treat him as someone close to you?

Wen Wan curled her lips and continued, "I'm afraid that I might be wrong and make you unhappy again, so it's better if you tell me."

"..."

Seeing that he was unhappy, Wen Wan said again: "Isn't it enough to say sorry? You are a magnanimous person, so don't bother with me.

Even if you want to argue with me, please don't argue with me because you and I have been in a cold war for so many days and I was the one who lowered my head to find you first. "

Listening to her skillful but heartless apology, Xie Changqing was furious, but he still couldn't do anything about her.

But she was right about one thing. Considering that she lowered her head to give him the buns first, he, a grown man, couldn't argue with her any more.

Xie Changqing sighed helplessly, "I didn't give the buns you gave me to anyone else. I ate them all by myself."

"Ah?" Wen Wan was so frightened that her jaw almost dislocated. She almost forgot to chew. She opened her mouth for a long time before saying, "You ate so many buns by yourself? Didn't your stomach burst?

Are you crazy? I'll go buy you some digestive tablets. Sit here and wait for me."

Xie Changqing grabbed her and said, "No need."

"What do you mean by not using it? I know better than you how much meat is put into the stuffing and how many buns are packed in it. If I don't take the digestive pills, my stomach will not be able to handle it."

"No need," Xie Changqing insisted.

“Okay!” Wen Wan sat down again and asked in confusion: “Do you have a bad relationship with your colleagues at work? Or is it that my cooking is too bad and they don’t want to eat it?

Where is Miss Guo? Is she away on a business trip?"

Xie Changqing struggled for a moment, "Guo Yingkun refused to eat anything sent by others, and my colleagues thought the buns were too shabby, so they bought me some soy milk and fried dough sticks from a snack bar."

Wen Wan believed that Guo Yingkun was a cold-tempered person and would not accept gifts from others. However, her meat buns were far better than soy milk and fried dough sticks in terms of both appearance and content.

Shabby?

Whence comes the cold?

Wen Wan inexplicably understood something, and meeting his evasive gaze, she curled her lips and said, "Are you jealous?"

"..." Xie Changqing's eyes revealed some helplessness.

"You couldn't accept that the buns I made with my own hands were eaten by others, and you couldn't accept that I gave the buns to others to eat, so you didn't give any to anyone and ate all the ones that were left, is that right?"

I didn't expect that Xie Changqing, a rough guy from the countryside, would also have the jealous habit of the overbearing president in the novel.

It turns out that art comes from life.

Seeing his upset look, Wen Wan knew that she had guessed right. She felt that if she laughed at this moment, Xie Changqing would probably get angry and embarrassed, and she would have to coax him then.

So he lowered his head and bit his lower lip, trying not to laugh out loud.

Maybe the expression was too uncomfortable, Xie Changqing said: "Laugh if you want to!"

Wen Wan laughed as she was told, the kind of laughter that made her want to hold her stomach.

"I was definitely wrong about this. Next time I will definitely do it for you alone. Is that okay?"

Xie Changqing's eyes lit up, and he asked anxiously, "Send it tomorrow, I'm not picky, you can do whatever you want."

Wen Wan was a little speechless, "You're not going home tonight again?"

"..." Xie Changqing was stunned.

Wen Wan pursed her lips and said, "I was wrong about what happened that day, I apologize to you.

I don’t know what happened that day, I said those words on purpose to provoke you.”