Seven Zero Jiaojiao was spoiled by the big villain rough man and cried

A few old men have lost their minds.

There are still?

They knew exactly how much the prescription Wen Jing gave was worth, and they couldn't wait to know which diseases it was treating.

With trembling hands, Mr. Liu spread out the stack of prescriptions.

Several thin-haired heads approached excitedly.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

The eyes of the old men stared straight, and the color on their faces turned red visible to the naked eye.

The sound of breathing is getting heavier.

It took a long time to hear Song Kang's voice like breaking a bellows: "Xiao...Xiaojing, is this true?"

Wen Jing understands very well how obsessed medical idiots are with insurmountable medicine.

Cancer is a problem all over the world, how much shock her prescription has brought, you can see how much her legs are shaking right now.

"You still need to verify it with your grandpas."

As soon as the words fell, Wen Jing experienced the cool breeze again.

Even Mrs. Liu ran away.

Vigorously, the wind blows under your feet.

Looking at the suddenly empty lounge, Wen Jing blinked her eyes, wasn't she still shaking?

Feng Xichen pursed her lips, stood up, and patted off the dust on her trouser legs.

"Xiaojing, uncle will take you home."

The old men were all gone, and they didn't see anyone on the way they came in, and they didn't even have a sip of water when they stayed.

Wen Jing followed Feng Xichen silently.

The love of grandparents will disappear.

Wen Jing didn't go home directly, but went to Wan Li's house instead.

There were only two pairs of parents and four children at home, and Wan Li and Hua Yu went out to find a bunk.

After exchanging greetings with Wan Mu and the others, he left.

They work hard to make progress, and of course we are happy for them as friends.

Feng Xichen sent people home, but drove away without entering the door.

Zou Qing has joined the job, so he should get busy.

Zou Qing, who came home with the design brochure, frowned and walked into the noisy bungalow with his head down.

Liu Ying was leaning against the door and cracking melon seeds, watching her drooping her head, gloating over her misfortune.

"Xiao Qing, did you not get hired again?"

"My aunt said, how could Tang Wen like your ability? Your cousin is so powerful that she doesn't dare to seek abuse."

Zou Qing ignored him and went straight back to the house.

Liu Ying spat out the melon seeds in her mouth and shouted into the kitchen, "Mom, your precious granddaughter is back."

Soon an old lady popped out of the kitchen.

Just as Zou Qing entered the room, the twin cousins ​​who had been making a fuss in the main room ran in, climbed directly onto her bed, and rolled around in front of her eyes.

The two were barefoot, the soles of their feet were black.

The thin quilt and mat on the bed were covered with footprints.

This is not enough.

The album under the pillow was accidentally pulled out, and it was split into two with a slam.

Zou Qing was furious.

Picking up the album and putting it aside, he pulled the two of them to fart and ass violently.

The old lady Feng Xifeng who happened to come in made an old face, "Xiao Qing, what are you doing, why are you beating your cousin?"

There was a piercing cry in the room instantly.

The baby son was crying, and Liu Ying stopped eating melon seeds and rushed in.

The twins howled louder.

Zou Qing's hand didn't stop, he pumped it one by one.

She had had enough.

What about the old man?

It's not her child, why should she be so useless?

Liu Ying and the old lady stepped forward to push Zou Qing away, and picked up one each.

"Zou Qing, the child is still young, won't you tell me if he provokes you? You have to do it."

Liu Ying was very distressed.

The son she gave birth to with all her life, was unwilling to touch a single finger, how dare she, Zou Qing, hit him?

The old lady also scolded angrily, "Xiaoqing, as a sister, why don't you have the capacity to tolerate people at all?"

"Since you can't stay with this family, it just so happens that Xu Rongsheng came to propose marriage again in the morning, and grandma agreed for you. You are ready to get married."

Zou Qing's calm face turned even colder.

He glanced coldly at the relatives in front of him.

One is a pro-grandmother, who only wants to marry her off in exchange for a bride price.

One is her own aunt who conspires every day to occupy the house left by her parents.

Although the bungalow is not spacious, it has three rooms, as well as an independent kitchen and toilet.

Her uncle took her father's job, and her aunt took the job her mother left for her.

I didn't work hard, was laid off by the factory, and complained about my poor work.

The economy opened up, and one or two didn't want to find something to do, so they relied on their uncle's meager salary to support them.

Any fool can see that private factories have long occupied the market, while state-owned factories are on the decline.

Even the former leading machinery factory is no exception.

Uncle will be laid off and go home sooner or later, and they will not be able to drink the northwest wind by then.

By her good girl?

Oh, better than her?

Did she forget that her daughter stole her design draft to participate in the competition, and begged herself not to pursue it after she was found out?

All right, this is their family business, she has nothing to do with it.

But why should they decide her marriage?

"Grandma, Xu Rongsheng, I won't marry. You promise to marry yourself."

She despises a trash who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun.

Is it great to have a few stinky money at home?

I still rely on my sister and sister to do business, and what is the difference between a pig that eats free food?

The old lady became angry immediately, and wanted to yell at her, but she was afraid of yelling at her precious grandson.

After taking the child outside, he turned around and pointed at Zou Qing and yelled at him.

Zou Qing thought she was singing.

It's not the first time to sing.

Wipe off the dust on the mat, pull up the thin quilt, shake it, and fold it carefully.

Looked around the room.

The room is several square meters, with two bunk beds.

She shares the same bed with her cousin Liao Si, she sleeps on the lower bunk, and Liao Si sleeps on the upper bunk.

The other picture shows Feng Xifeng living in the lower bunk, and the upper bunk is full of sundries.

It was originally a room for myself, but since my parents left, the family moved in with the reason of taking care of her.

From then on, in her family, she became the one who depended on others.

Zou Qingbei came from it.

Her parents are obviously kind, honest and honest people, why would they have anything to do with such a superb family?

Mom, if you knew that your own mother was going to sell your own daughter, how sad would you be?

The old lady was tired of scolding, and seeing her granddaughter didn't even blink, she rolled her eyes and left the room.

Liu Ying coaxed the two sons to be good, and beat and pointed Sang and scolded Huai outside.

Zou Qing thought for a while, closed the door and pulled out the household registration book and real estate certificate from under the bed.

Fortunately, I had the foresight to stick two things on the bottom of the bed, otherwise the house would have been swallowed up by this family long ago.

Simply pack up your luggage, hold all the albums in your arms, and leave without looking back.

The house, she will find a way to get it back one day.

This is the only thing my parents left behind.

She was admitted by Tang Wenchang, and she will officially go to work tomorrow.

Director Gao said that as long as he works in the factory, he can live in a dormitory.

She will go to live outside for one night first, and move into the factory tomorrow.

It's just quiet and quiet, draw some decent artwork, and strive to contribute to the factory as soon as possible.

Wen Jing didn't know that the house of the national style designer she was fancy was in a mess, so she started writing seafood recipes when she got home.

After she finished writing, she had to copy a few copies, and then sketched out the drawing.

Nowadays, there is no printer to make copies, and she can't make copies in the system store, so she can only draw and paint by hand.

It is bound into a booklet, which is convenient for guests to preview.