Ginger Flower

After tea and dinner, the relatives had enough to eat and drink, and started a new round of bombardment.

Cong's mother has long practiced not to listen to what her relatives say, and she goes in one ear and out the other, whatever she likes, anyway, I just don't give you an accurate word.

These seven aunts and eight aunts saw that the attack on Cong's mother was fruitless, and turned to the innocent and cute little Jiang Hua who looked very easy to bully, and obediently pinched Cong's mother's shoulders.

"Hey, Jiang Hua isn't married yet, is she?"

Jiang Hua smiled honestly and said, "Well, not yet."

"Is there any girl you like?"

Jiang Hua lowered her head, smiled shyly, but rolled her eyes firmly, and said, "No." I like your nephew.

"Hey Jiang Hua, you are in such good condition, why don't you find a girlfriend?" Auntie with braids began to argue again.

"I didn't have breakfast."

"...What does it have to do with whether you eat breakfast or not?"

Jiang Hua raised her head, the smile disappeared from the corner of her mouth, and said, "Then what does it matter to you whether I fall in love or not?"

"Hey, what are you talking about!"

Cong's mother immediately smoothed things over and said, "Don't be angry, this child has always been like this, no wonder he is not sensible." After she finished speaking, she patted Jiang Hua's hand and said, "Little Jiang Hua, go make a cup for auntie. Tea."

Jiang Hua listened to Mama Cong's words, and obediently took the cup to wash.

When Jiang Hua came back, he unexpectedly heard the word homosexuality.

Jiang Hua was a little panicked for a while, and subconsciously glanced at Cong's mother. Cong's mother's face was pale, but she pursed her lips tightly, looking a little angry.

Jiang Ping took a cup of tea expressionlessly and placed it in front of his aunt, a little unsure of what Cong's mother meant, so he stood awkwardly by the sofa and listened to their chat.

After several trials, the aunt finally revealed the main purpose of today.

"Hey third uncle and daughter-in-law, I don't know if I should say something..."

Mama Cong sat up straight, with her hands folded on her knees, she looked amiable, but in fact she was a little repulsive.

However, the relatives didn't have the eyesight to see, and one or two rushed to ask what the aunt wanted to say.

Auntie smiled, and took Cong Ma's hand, as if we have the best relationship and I will not lie to you, paused for a while, and said: "I have a friend who works in N City. A few days ago Well... I saw Cong Shen going to the hotel with a man shoulder to shoulder... I think I should tell you about this..."

Cong's mother didn't have a big reaction, but Jiang Hua's face turned pale.

Go to... a hotel?

The aunt looked at Cong's mother, who should have reacted the most, but acted like nothing happened. She waited for her to say something, and didn't know what to say for a while, so she said after a while: "Third uncle and daughter-in-law... tell me , Cong Shen has never had a regular girlfriend, and he refused us to propose to him, is he...that?"

Mama Cong didn't speak, and took a sip of tea.

The relatives next to him spoke up.

"Ouch... This Cong Shen went out, why didn't he learn well at all."

"How embarrassing it is to speak out about homosexuality..."

Everyone present chatted away, caring about Mama Cong with every word and every sentence, but the content was terrible.

Jiang Hua lowered her head, wondering what she was thinking.The hands on the back of the sofa were tightly squeezed together, and the white joints were terribly protruding.

Suddenly, a hand covered his own, Jiang Hua raised his head, Cong Ma was looking at him and smiled wordlessly.

Little Jiang Hua, you have to trust him.

Jiang Hua took a deep breath, pursed her lips and smiled obediently.

I will trust him.

Seeing what she said, the aunt aroused the desire to chat with everyone present, and became proud for no reason.

"It's not bad for Cong Shen to lose his temper. Could it be that someone led him to spoil it?"

The aunt glanced at Mama Cong, snorted coldly, and said angrily, "How can I? This slap can't be slapped!"

This is a bit heavy to say, and there was a deathly silence.

Cong Ma put the teacup on the coffee table, rubbed her wrists and said, "A slap is still loud..."

The aunt didn't speak, she frowned and watched Mama Cong's movements.

In front of everyone, Mama Cong slapped my aunt quickly, then straightened her aunt's messy collar with a smile, and said, "Listen, it's ringing, isn't it?"

The author has something to say: Cong Erhuo's Ma Ma is very domineering!