The Dumb Wife of Rebirth is Unbearable

Everyone present has a head and a face, and cursing like Pang Juan is really unbearable, and the attack power is not that great to be honest.

Shuci listened to his scolding leisurely, and then replied: "I know you don't have a mother, but I don't know that your grandfather is also a decoration."

He was undermining Pang Juan's lack of tutoring, and her mouth was poisonous to a certain level.

Pang Juan was about to cry out of Shuci's anger, and stretched out her hand to beat her, but Jin pulled her for no reason.

Third Master Jin was just watching a play, but who let Shuci drag Jin Shiran in so relentlessly?Then don't blame him for being rude.

"People are right. This road does not belong to your house. It has something to do with you whether it is a person or a dog? Some people don't even bring their morals when they go out these days. When you encounter a dog walking without a leash, you don't know how to hide." What about getting bitten?

It doesn't matter if you were bitten, but you have to consider how your grandpa feels, right?You are not like some people, all the dead in the family are gone, can you compare with other orphans?How to compare?Have you ever compared? "

There are only three Shuci brothers left in this generation of calligraphers, and none of the elders above them. As soon as Jin Wuduan said this, Shuci immediately turned cold. He wanted to reply, but Jin Wuduan was still crackling at Pang Juan. They kept counting.

"Besides, the season is about to change. You have time to chase dogs in the street. Can't you go and buy some clothes for my second brother? Those out-of-season items in the closet are worthless when used as a rag. As his boyfriend, Can I have a snack?"

Jin Wuduan was criticizing Pang Juan every word and every sentence, but he also insinuated and sprayed the diction all over the head. He even blatantly compared Lan Kezhui to an out-of-season product that was not even as good as a rag, and relegated him to the In the dust.

Third Master Jin seemed to be helping Pang Juan, but anyone with a discerning eye knew that he was protecting Jin Shiran.

The scriptures are just a yin and yang, and Jin Wuduan will retaliate to him with ten sentences, hundreds of sentences, thousands of sentences, the words are sharp, the meaning is pointed, and he is not polite at all.

Jin Shiran stared blankly at his third younger brother, and felt that this feeling of someone in his early years was very novel, very novel, too novel.

He has grown up so much, no one has ever stood in front of him and spoke for him, this experience...is really great!

Jin Nuanyan also looked at Jin Wuduan, recalling when did he protect herself like this?Since when did he stop saying a word for himself?

Pang Juan laughed loudly, her words soaring high-pitched: "Who are you talking about in a weird way? Pretend I can't hear it?"

Jin Wuduan looked at him with a full smile, and there was a poisoned sword in his eyes: "Of course it's about clothes, could it be that it's about people? You're asking this, which means that there are really people here who are just like clothes. Is it an out-of-season product that someone replaced? Can’t it? Who is it? Tell everyone to look up!”

In the past, there were always people who laughed at Jin Shiran's obsession with Lan Kechai, seeing his jokes, now the feng shui turns, and Lan Kechai is in Jin Wuduan's mouth, which is just a piece of clothing that Jin Shiran doesn't want anymore.

This is belated empathy, but it is too late.

Lan Kezhui caught the point of Jin Wuduan's words, he held Jin Shiran back, and looked at him with cold and resentful eyes, "You...are you with Pang Juan?"

"Nothing to do with you."

"Jin Shiran, how could you treat me like this?" Lan Ke chased a pair of standard peach blossom eyes, showing a fragmented beauty. He tugged on Jin Shiran's sleeve, coughing up a mouthful of blood, " Obviously you provoked me first..."

"You're right," Jin Shiran pushed Lan Kezhui away, and said softly, "I provoked you first, but I did pay for your clothes. Tired, after throwing it away, I don’t even want to think about it, can’t I?”

As soon as Jin Shiran finished speaking, everyone present was dumbfounded.This is Lan Kezhui, the Lan Kezhui that Jin Shiran once cherished with his life, and now he is called a dress?How is this possible?

Pang Juan didn't know how Lan Kezhui felt, but to him, it was actually cold to the bone.

"Jin Shiran, go to hell!" Shuci gritted his teeth and punched Jin Shiran when he heard the words, but was pushed out by Jin Wuduan, and said with a sneer, "Now you should know, who is the lingering person? Who is it?"

In March of February in the imperial capital, Lan Kezhui was critically ill.

His body was already at the point of exhaustion, and after this incident, he was even more traumatized, and he completely lost the idea of ​​living.

Old man Lan came forward in person and asked Jin Shiran to see his grandson for the last time, but was rejected.

That day, Jin Shiran was drenched in blood, and the person he wanted to see the most while lying in the icy snow was Lan Kezhui, and he didn't stop a step.

Now Lan Ke is on the line of life and death, and his only wish before he dies is to see Jin Shiran, but he will never get his wish.

On a spring night, the moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the coolness is endless. Jin Wuduan and Si Nian hid behind the floor-to-ceiling screen, peeking at Jin Shiran who was working at his desk, and discussed in low voices.

"Is the second brother really indifferent? Or is he turning sadness into motivation and using work to numb himself?" Jin wondered for no reason.

Si Nian shook his head, feeling that this question was very profound.

"Second brother always smokes and drinks when he has something on his mind." Jinse frowned: "It seems that he really doesn't care."

"Isn't that because you are too strict, no cigarettes and alcohol?" Jin Wuyuan came up with an idea: "How about I get some and try him?"

Si Nian shook her head, feeling that something was wrong.

[Second brother is not in good health and cannot touch alcohol or tobacco. It's not worthwhile to hurt his health just for the sake of temptation. 】

Jin Wuduan pinched Si Nian's waist lightly, and said inexplicably, "You are very caring."

And Cang Xian, who had been silent all this time, finally opened his mouth: "Actually, Lan Kezhui doesn't have to die..."

The suddenness of his words made Jin feel strange for no reason: "How do you know? The Lan family has already prepared their funeral, so it can be fake?"

Cang Xian shook his head: "Shan Yu told me that Lan Kezhui is indeed dying, but his biggest illness is still in his heart. If the second brother can go to see him and say something reassuring, maybe there is still hope. At least How many more days can I live..."

As he said that, he looked at Jinse, and tentatively said: "Surse, why don't you go and persuade the second brother? Tell him to take a look at Lan Kezhui and save his life?"

Jin Se stood up straight when she heard the words, and asked Cang Xian in a cold voice: "When the second brother was dying, did you persuade Lan Ke to come and see the second brother? Did you?"

She always remembered Lan Kezhui's cold heart, and his indifference of being on the sidelines. Jinse would not interfere with whether Jin Shiran would go to see Lan Kezhui, but she would never want her to persuade Jin Shiran.

Those who, under the guise of saving lives, stand and talk without back pain, such as Cang Xian, are all the ones who Jinse responded with cold eyes and bored him to the heart, not one of them.

Cang Xian was driven to the guest room without a doubt, and called Shan Yu angrily: "Shan Zi, you have hurt me so badly! I will never end with you!"