The boss of the apocalypse travels back to the 1970s with space

As soon as Xia Meng went out, she met her neighbor's aunt across the door.

Sun Xiuju was wearing a floral cotton jacket and carrying a garbage basket in her hand. She was obviously taking out the garbage. Unexpectedly, when I looked up, I saw a very impressive and beautiful face.

The beauty has a graceful figure, her skin is as white as snow, and her facial features are exquisite and full of grace, which is so strong that people cannot ignore it. It seems that the moment she appears, everything in the world has lost its luster at this moment, and only that is left. With a flash of color, all he could see was her!

In fact, the first thing you see must be her face. Her face is so lethal that people can't help but subconsciously focus on her face and ignore the old black cotton-padded jacket she is wearing.

"Oh," Sun Xiuju looked at Xia Meng with admiration, "You are such a good-looking girl!"

When Sun Xiuju was young, she followed her husband in the army and worked as a primary school teacher in the army. Girls from the art troupe often came to perform in the army. Each of those girls was very pretty, but Sun Xiuju had seen so many girls from the art troupe, and none of them were as amazed as she was today.

Xia Meng felt the kindness of the other party and smiled at Sun Xiuju, polite and generous, "Hello, aunt!"

"Hello, hello," Sun Xiuju didn't take out the trash and threw the trash basket aside. She didn't care if the trash basket was overturned. She only happily walked up to Xia Meng and talked to Xia Meng.

"Girl, are you the daughter Mr. Xia raised in the country?"

Xia Meng nodded obediently, "Yes."

Sun Xiuju said "tsk, tsk" twice, "Your father is really cruel, how can he bear to let you live in the countryside?"

"How can you feel relieved if you don't keep him by your side when you look like this?"

Xia Meng smiled and said nothing.

"Girl, what's your name?" Sun Xiuju looked like she wanted to have a routine with Xia Mengla.

"My name is Xia Meng."

"Xiaomeng," Sun Xiuju said very familiarly, "that aunt asked you..." Sun Xiuju first glanced at the Xia family door behind Xia Meng and confirmed that it was closed tightly, then lowered her voice and asked in a low voice,

"I heard my son say yesterday that Guo Cuihong asked you to sleep in a doghouse. Is this true?"

The smile on Xia Meng's face turned into sadness and sadness almost instantly, but she tried hard to show a smile of understanding. This forbearing and pretending to be strong look made Sun Xiuju's heart melt.

"Well, but..." Xia Meng pretended to be trying to defend Guo Cuihong.

"I think Auntie has no choice but to do this. There are not many rooms in the house. Except for Dad, who has an extra study room, each of us has one room. It's my fault. I'm superfluous."

"I...shouldn't have come," Xia Meng's eyes were still red as she spoke, "If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have caused trouble for everyone. It's all my fault!"

"Oh, you kid, please don't think like that," Sun Xiuju felt extremely distressed. She took Xia Meng's hand and comforted her.

"My child, this is not your fault. You are also your father's daughter. Your step-sister is not even related to your father by blood. She has enjoyed so many benefits from your father. Why can't you, my biological daughter, enjoy it?"

"Well," Xia Meng nodded lightly and looked at Sun Xiuju with a grateful face, "Auntie, thank you for comforting me, but..."

"But what?" Sun Xiuju's eyes shone when she heard that there seemed to be some new gossip.

"That..." Xia Meng blushed and whispered shyly,

"Aunt Guo's nephew came today and said... that she wanted me to marry her nephew..."

"What?" Sun Xiuju's voice immediately rose eight degrees, her face showed shock first, then anger,

"Xiaomeng, you must not marry!"

Sun Xiuju nervously held Xia Meng's hand harder, "Auntie, tell you, that Guo Dayong is not a good person."

"Not to mention, he is already 25, he can't do anything, he doesn't eat enough, so let's just say he..."

At this point, Sun Xiuju's eyes were struggling, her mouth was opening and closing, hesitating;

Xia Meng rolled his eyes and looked at Sun Xiuju timidly, with a silly simplicity in his tone.

"What's wrong, aunt?"

"Aunt Guo said that cousin Dayong is so good. When I get married, every day will be good."

"Fuck her mother," Sun Xiuju said. Although Sun Xiuju liked to inquire about gossip, she was kind-hearted and decent. She couldn't bear the thought of such a beautiful and excessive girl marrying such a rotten person. She hesitated for a moment, and a look of perseverance flashed in her eyes. Finally, he leaned into Xia Meng’s ear and whispered,

"Xiaomeng, auntie told you, don't tell your stepmother."

Xia Meng's expression immediately became serious, and she looked at Sun Xiuju very seriously.

"Don't worry, Auntie, I promise not to tell."

Sun Xiuju then spoke, "Although Guo Dayong has not been in the army for a long time, he was lucky. Once he met a cultural troupe performing. He saw that the girls in the cultural troupe were beautiful, so he went backstage to peek at the little girl changing clothes. ..This matter was quite a big fuss at the time, but no one has mentioned it in the past few years.”

It turns out that Guo Dayong's discharge from the army was not just related to Guo Cuihong's medical discharge. I'm afraid the army didn't want him either.

Among them, if Xia Hongbin hadn't been involved, Guo Dayong would have been punished.

Xia Meng pretended to be surprised, covered her mouth, her eyes widened, and sighed in disbelief,

"I really didn't expect that cousin Dayong would be such a person."

"Yes," Sun Xiuju was quite happy to see that Xia Meng had listened to her words, and warned her again,

"Xiaomeng, you can't be stupid. With your looks, you can't find any kind of man, but you can't marry such a bastard!"

"Hey," Xia Meng nodded in agreement.

The two talked for a while, and Xia Meng said that he hadn't had breakfast yet and wanted to have a meal.

Sun Xiuju exclaimed, "Guo Cuihong doesn't even let you have breakfast?"

Xia Meng pretended to be embarrassed, "I was too tired from the car yesterday and got up a little late today. Auntie probably wanted me to sleep a little longer, so she didn't call me to eat."

Sun Xiuju curled her lips, obviously not believing it, but this was the first time the two met, and Sun Xiuju couldn't say too many bad things about Guo Cuihong in front of Xia Meng, so she quickly asked Xia Meng to go out for dinner.

Xia Meng was walking on the path of the compound. People coming and going, regardless of age or gender, couldn't help but stare at her when they saw her. Xia Meng felt it was troublesome, so she came from the space when no one was around. I found a white cashmere scarf and tied it around my neck, covering half of my face. The people on the road became more normal now.

Xia Meng walked out of the courtyard, stood at the door, looked around, then walked to the right.

But what she didn't expect was that as soon as she walked down a street and passed an alley, she was robbed, and the person who was robbed was an acquaintance she had met yesterday.

In a narrow alley, one of the people I saw following Xia Yao yesterday, who seemed to be a tall young man named Feng Guoqing, was surrounded by six people. The leader was also no more than twenty years old. The young man put his hand into Feng Guoqing's pocket with an arrogant look, dug around, and finally took out fifty cents...