Lookout Men and Widows

In the bright interior, the dark bamboo floor is covered all over the floor, and the sky is full of red clouds outside. The hot tea on the tea table is steaming, and the fragrance fills the room. You Ming is sitting on the sofa, with a smile on his mouth, but his limbs look a bit cautious.

"Don't be polite, just treat this place as your own home." Mother Jiang's voice was very gentle, and her attitude was also very kind. She looked at You Ming, no matter how she looked, she was satisfied.

You Ming was born very well, he followed his mother not his father, his skin was as white and delicate as jade, his eyes were big and bright, his pupils were a little lighter in color, his nose bridge was straight, his lips were lacking in blood, he looked well-behaved and melancholy, like a girl in a fairy tale little Prince.

You Ming smiled at Mother Jiang.

"Auntie, go get busy first, I'll greet Xiao Ming for you." The young man sitting next to You Ming said with a smile, "He should call me Uncle from now on."

Mother Jiang stood up: "You young people have more to say, I'll go to the kitchen to see."

After Jiang's mother left, You Ming was a little embarrassed. He only knew Jiang's mother and Jiang's father in Jiang's house, and he was not familiar with the "uncle" next to him. He had met several times, but had no contact with him.

Just when You Ming wanted to open his mouth to break the awkward atmosphere, the people around him suddenly whispered——

"I've seen too many people like you."

"You can do anything for money, marry a dead man, you can think of it."

He glanced at You Ming with condescending sarcasm in his eyes: "Don't think that you are really from the Jiang family after you enter this family, a big man, married to a man, or a dead person, what are you trying to do with the You family?" Everyone else is blind?"

"I heard that the You family is about to go bankrupt, right? So you don't even want a son, just to please our Jiang family?"

"Stop dreaming."

"Sure enough, muddy legs are still muddy legs. You were born as farmers and have been farmers for several lifetimes. The smell of dirt on your body will never be washed away."

Jiang's mother's voice came from the kitchen: "Xiao Lin, remember to get some refreshments for Xiao Ming, Auntie put it on the cabinet."

Jiang Lin, who was still ridiculing You Ming a second ago, raised his voice and said with a smile: "I know! Don't worry about it, anyway, he is my cousin's partner. I will definitely make him feel the warmth of home."

Mother Jiang: "Don't be poor, Xiao Ming, just ask Xiao Lin for anything you want, don't be polite to us."

You Ming clenched his fists tightly: "Auntie, I understand."

Jiang Lin approached You Ming, as if the two were very good friends, his eyes were full of contempt and malice, but there was a kind smile on the corner of his mouth: "In order to marry a dead person, even if I am weak since childhood, I will die You can tell such a lie, you are really shameless, you have never seen money in your life, right? After bankruptcy, you can only go back to the countryside to farm?"

"That's right, it's good to go back to the countryside to farm and marry a village girl, isn't it?"

You Ming turned his head and glanced at Jiang Lin, his gaze was cold: "Have you said enough?"

Jiang Lin smiled, stretched out his hand to take an orange, and peeled it easily: "Some people are born to be mean, so it doesn't make sense."

You Ming loosened his clenched fist, and he also whispered, "You really hate me, don't you?"

Jiang Lin was taken aback for a moment, forgetting to eat the orange petals that were on his lips.

You Ming: "If it weren't for me, you would be the immediate family member closest to your uncle and aunt. You have worked hard for so many years, don't you just think that you will be the heir of the Jiang family?"

"Jiang Lin, I feel sorry for you, so whatever you say, I will bark like a wild dog."

"Why should a man care about a dog?"

Jiang Lin's eyes were wide open. The You Ming in his image was a weak and reticent person. He also investigated and found that You Ming had never lost his temper. He seemed to be a fool who accepted everything.

You Ming raised his voice: "Uncle, can you get some refreshments for me?"

Jiang Lin just sat there.

Mother Jiang: "Xiaolin!"

Only then did Jiang Lin come back to his senses: "I'll go get it right away! I had a great time chatting with Brother Ming."

Jiang Lin put the orange petals in his mouth, and was about to stand up, but suddenly coughed heart-piercingly, his face was flushed, his hands pinched his neck, his eyeballs protruded from the eye sockets, and one leg Kneeling on the sofa, his forehead was full of veins, his mouth was open, his tongue was sticking out, and his hands continued to pinch his neck.

For some reason, You Ming felt that he really looked like a dog.

"Stop pretending." You Ming said in a low voice, "There are cameras in the living room, so if you want to put blame on it, you can pick where."

Jiang Lin has already started to roll his eyes. If he could speak, he would definitely scold the person in front of him to death. Did You Ming think he graduated from an acting major?

You Ming watched Jiang Lin maintain this appearance, only then realized that the other party might be choking on the orange, and he said softly, "I'll help you."

Jiang Lin looked at You Ming as if he had seen a ghost. You Ming supported Jiang Lin's shoulder, clenched one hand into a fist, and said softly, "Don't worry, I don't have much strength. You'll be fine, just a little pain."

This punch landed on Jiang Lin's stomach, and Jiang Lin's whole body trembled in pain. He covered his stomach with his hands pinching his neck, and finally spat out the orange petal stuck in his throat.

Jiang Lin half-kneeled on the ground, staring at You Ming fiercely: "You!"

You Ming wiped his hands with a wet tissue, his eyes lowered: "It's a little effort, so I don't need to say thank you, after all, you are my uncle."

Jiang Lin gritted his teeth: "You! Ming!"

You Ming raised his voice at this time: "Aunt Jiang, my uncle just choked on eating oranges. Where did you put your water glass? I'll go get him a glass of water."

Mother Jiang came out of the kitchen. She is a rich lady, but her hobby is cooking. If there is a chef at home, she only asks others to help. She quickly said, "You are so big, how can you choke on oranges? Xiao Ming, don't sit down." Move, I'll get him some water."

Mama Jiang acted resolutely, and handed the glass of water to Jiang Lin: "Drink quickly, and let the air flow."

Jiang Lin couldn't stop drinking, he gave You Ming a sideways glance, and took a sip of water.

"Cough cough cough cough..." Jiang Lin's face turned red again, he coughed frantically, and couldn't breathe again.

This situation frightened Jiang's mother: "This child, why is he choking on drinking water? I didn't have this problem before."

You Ming also found it strange, he said, "Maybe my uncle is feeling a little unwell today?"

Jiang Lin managed to catch his breath, and when he was about to speak, You Ming punched him in the stomach again, and said to Jiang's mother, "This is how I made my uncle feel better, just spit out the oranges." Now, you see, he doesn't cough anymore."

Jiang Lin's face turned from red to blue.

I tm believed in your evil!

Jiang's mother: "Xiaoming's strength is well controlled. Fortunately, you are here. Xiaolin, you should go to the hospital and I will ask the driver to take you there. Don't think this is a small problem. If there is no one around one day, maybe will be choked to death."

Jiang Lin couldn't express his suffering, so he said with difficulty: "Maybe it's because I ate a little too much at noon today."

"I'll ask the driver to take you to the hospital." Jiang's mother said exactly what she wanted, and asked the nanny to take Jiang Lin to the garage.

Before Jiang Lin left, he glanced at You Ming with resentful eyes, and moved his mouth, which translates to: "You wait for me."

After Jiang Lin left, Jiang's mother said to You Ming apologetically, "I wanted you to take a good rest, but I still trouble you."

You Ming quickly said: "It's nothing, we are all relatives, I don't find it troublesome."

The more Jiang's mother looked at You Ming, the more she was satisfied. She looks good and has a good temper. Although she is in poor health, she has found that You Ming's health is getting better and better after the last few meetings. Maybe it is her son who is blessing this daughter-in-law , she lost her son in her early years, and she still hasn't come out of the shadows after so many years. Originally, she did not agree to a ghost marriage.

But after seeing You Ming, he changed his mind.

Think of it as a godson.

"The food will be ready soon." Jiang's mother said gently, "You can watch TV for a while, and we will have dinner when your uncle comes back."

You Ming nodded at Jiang's mother, and Jiang's mother's heart melted when she saw his cute appearance, and she seemed to be drifting when she went to the kitchen.

I don't know what method Jiang Lin will use next after the verbal slander and stimulation.

You Ming leaned on the sofa and took a sip of tea, but from the corner of his eyes, he suddenly noticed a dark shadow on the seat where Jiang Lin was sitting just now.

He looked closely, and there was nothing there.

You Ming turned his head and saw it again from the corner of his eye.

His hand trembled, and the tea cup almost fell off.

Something wrong with his eyes?

You Ming rubbed his eyes. Although he has been in poor health, his eyesight has always been good. There has been no problem with his eyes. Could it be that he did not sleep well last night and had hallucinations?

At this moment, the door of the villa suddenly opened.

A gust of wind poured in from outside the door, and Father Jiang came back.

"It's time to eat." Mother Jiang greeted.

You Ming stopped his thoughts and walked to the restaurant. The three of them sat around the dining table. Jiang's mother continued to pick up food for You Ming, smiling all over her face: "Xiao Ming is just too thin, eat more."

Jiang's father is tall and well-maintained. His nasolabial folds are a bit heavy, and he doesn't look angry: "You let him eat by himself, are you feeding pigs?"

Jiang's mother glared at her husband, and said to You Ming: "Your uncle's words are not pleasant, so just pretend you didn't hear them."

Jiang's father sighed. He never spoke ill of his wife, and only said to You Ming: "From now on, you will treat this as your own home, and come and walk around more when you have time. Your aunt likes you, so you should spend more time with her."

You Ming replied obediently: "I will, Uncle Jiang."

Elders like obedient juniors, and Father Jiang is very satisfied.

After dinner, Jiang's mother took You Ming into the bedroom. The bedroom was so big that it looked like a small living room with one bedroom and one living room. It had everything you needed except the kitchen. But if anyone saw the decoration of this bedroom, they would definitely I was so frightened that my hair stood on end.

Tablets and black and white photos are placed on the table beside the bed. Red candles are separated on both sides. The bed is covered with bright red sheets and bedding. The red candles have already been lit, and the candlelight flickers and dances.

This is a new house.

It was his wedding night with the dead.

Mother Jiang said with a smile, "After tonight, you will change your address."

You Ming's heart suddenly beat violently, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a black shadow standing beside Mother Jiang.

It's blurry, but it gives people a strong sense of oppression.

It seemed like it was going to devour everything.

That dark shadow in the living room, it followed.