Rebirth In the College Entrance Examination: Making a Fortune with a Rough Man-Chapter 12: Sang Dazhuang

Chapter 12 12 Sang Dazhuang

Deng Mazi looked obscene, and leaned over with a smile: "Cui Zhiqing, do you want to help?"

Cui Xue kept panting heavily, looked at Yu Zhi in disbelief, and left just like that.

Hearing Deng Mazi's voice, he became even more furious, and roared fiercely, "Get out."

Rolling his eyes, he was dizzy, probably out of anger.

Deng Mazi's eyes lit up, and he looked around, but there was no one there.

The withered black hand stretched out towards Cui Xue, she can't eat meat, so drink some soup first.

He is not stupid. This woman opens her mouth and shuts her mouth to report. She usually hides away when she sees her. Today, such a good opportunity is rare in a hundred years.

Don't say it, this **** is a bit annoying.

Deng Mazi laughed obscenely, drooling.

Enough touching, seeing that Cui Xue was freezing to death, I picked her up and ran around the village, shouting that Cui Zhiqing had fainted, and I sent her back.

The old and young men in the village looked at Deng Mazi, hugged Cui Xuejiao's soft body tightly, and when they ran around the village, their legs were cross-legged, they were really envious and jealous.

However, they didn't have the guts of Deng Mazi to provoke Cui Xue, let alone a tigress at home, let alone touch her.

Lao Sang's house, as soon as the family of five entered the courtyard, they closed the courtyard door tightly.

Yuzhi secretly opened one eye, looked left and right for no one else, and then opened both eyes.

Patting Sang Dazhuang's hand: "Put me down quickly."

Sang Dazhuang persisted, his face was still dark, his eyes were still red, and his brows were tightly frowned: "I, let's go to the hospital."

"Fuck you idiot," Wang Xinfeng slapped it, making Sang Dazhuang's forehead buzzing: "You idiot, your eyes are covered in shit, I haven't inherited any of your cleverness, but you have inherited your stupid father's stupidity. I'm so stupid that I want to poke my own eyes, so as not to be **** off by you."

"Useless trash dim sum, just stood there stupidly and didn't say anything to help Zhizhi. Pity my Zhizhi's small arms and legs, and I have to swing the broom by myself. Tell me, marry a man What's the use, it's just that your two taels of meat can be of some use, otherwise you might as well marry a pig."

Wang Xinfeng is really angry, her son is not stupid enough, usually he still has a little brain, but when he encounters Yuzhi, his head is smashed flat by the door, feces and urine are poured into his brain from his eyes, and he is taken big by others. The iron hammer was smashed for three days and three nights, and it seemed that he was blind and blind, so stupid that he was unique in the world, what a crime.

Sang Dazhuang felt the love of his mother from the soul, and he was ashamed, not, not at all, not only two taels of meat on his body are useful, his more than two hundred catties of meat are useful.

Yuzhi quietly blushed, Sang Dazhuang with such a big physique

Ah... Bah, bah, bah, think about colored waste.

Feeling the shock of Wang Xinfeng's big slap on Sang Dazhuang's body, Yuzhi bared her teeth in distress: "Mom, don't be angry, be careful to make yourself angry, I'm fine, I'm not tired at all, but it's refreshing, you can't beat yourself up Are you happy when you go up?"

Wang Xinfeng turned his head and raised a smiling face, took Yuzhi's hand and looked at her flushed palm, feeling very distressed: "How can you not be tired, you are still weak, good boy, go to the room to rest, mom will give you Go make something delicious."

Facing Shang Sang Dazhuang, it was a vicious tigress face again: "What are you doing with the pestle, and you still don't send Zhizhi back to the house, you are going to freeze her to death."

Sang Dazhuang has already recollected it. His wife is fine, but he has never been willing to let go. This time, he let go.

Looking secretly at Yu Zhi's face, she slowly moved into the house. The daughter-in-law didn't refuse, didn't refuse, never refused.

Yuzhi ignored Sang Dazhuang's little thought, and waved to Wang Xinfeng: "Thank you, mom."

"It's not hard, it's not hard." Wang Xinfeng was also nervous, seeing his silly son getting closer to Yuzhi's house, he hurriedly beckoned the two little ones to get into the kitchen so that Yuzhi wouldn't let Sang Dazhuang in because of embarrassment .

Yuzhi lived in the best house in Lao Sang's house. Lao Sang's house only had three rooms, one main room and two bedrooms.

This room used to be lived by Wang Xinfeng, and later cleaned up for Sang Dazhuang and Yuzhi's wedding.

Ke Sang Dazhuang only came in when he was forced to consummate the house with Yuzhi on the day of his wedding, and he was never allowed again after that, and he has always lived in the firewood shed next to him.

Later, they had children, and they lived with Wang Xinfeng in another room after they were born.

Sangshen was just two years old, so she didn't want to live with Wang Xinfeng, and ran to squeeze into the firewood shed with Sang Dazhuang, until now.

Stepping into this room again, Sang Dazhuang couldn't help being timid and agitated. Yu Zhi nestled in Sang Dazhuang's arms, without any reaction, as if the rules he had made before didn't exist at all.

Yuzhi tidied up the house by himself, not only Sang Dazhuang was not allowed to enter, but others were also not allowed to enter.

It was full of the scent of elm branches, and Sang Dazhuang was so nervous that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and his legs trembled when he walked.

With low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, he didn't dare to look around, and was about to put the elm branches on the kang and go out.

Yuzhi grabbed Sang Dazhuang and did not let go: "You sit on the kang."

Sang Dazhuang didn't dare to refute and didn't dare to sit down. His buttocks touched the edge of the kang, and he stood stiffly.

Yuzhi smiled secretly, sat on Sang Dazhuang's lap, took a comfortable position, nestled into his arms, put her ears on her chest, and listened to the beating heartbeat like a drum, feeling extremely at ease.

I wanted to do this in the hospital, but it was inconvenient because there were too many people.

Sang Dazhuang felt the little daughter-in-law in his arms, soft and fragrant, his heartbeat became louder and louder, he subconsciously held his breath for fear of scaring Yuzhi.

Yuzhi was afraid that the man would make a fuss, so she sighed and got up from Sang Dazhuang.

She used to have far-reaching prestige, and she will not be able to change the man's mentality for a while, so she can only take it slowly.

Yuzhi left, Sang Dazhuang couldn't help being disappointed, and he was quite satisfied after thinking about it. These are closeness that he didn't dare to think about before.

Rubbed his hands together, stood up: "I, I first..."

"Sit down and don't move."

Sang Dazhuang sat down without saying a word, it was Yuzhi who ordered and moved, which proved that her training over the years was very successful.

Yuzhi doesn't want to complain anymore, these are all her own sins, and she has to bear them herself.

Turn around and go to the kang cabinet to find a small cloth bag, and take out the sandalwood bracelet inside.

This was given to her by Wang Xinfeng when she got married. She said it was a family heirloom passed down to her daughter-in-law from the old Sang family.

Made of sandalwood, it is not expensive, it is too old, it looks a bit old, and the fragrance is almost covered up.

Yuzhi has never worn it once, not because she dislikes it, but because she is lofty and doesn't care for anything from the old Sang family, let alone admitting that she is the daughter-in-law of the Sang family. She thinks that she will return it to Sang Dazhuang when she leaves in the future, so Keep it in the closet.

Sang Dazhuang and Wang Xinfeng knew about this, and she also understood that she didn't accept the bracelet, which means she didn't accept their family's idea. The mother and son didn't say anything, let alone force her.

Sang Dazhuang was a little nervous when he saw Yuzhi take out the bracelet. Is it going to be returned to him?

Yuzhi handed the bracelet to Sang Dazhuang, and Sang Dazhuang's eyes turned red instantly. She really wanted to return it to him, and she was leaving, right?

Sang Dazhuang gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, unwilling to pick it up.

No matter how Yuzhi treats him or hates him these years, he can accept it, but let her go, he can't do it.

Yu Zhi knew that the man had misunderstood, so she lowered her head and kissed him on the mouth: "Fool, why are you standing there, put it on for me."

Sang Dazhuang opened his eyes and stared at Yuzhi in a daze. The fragrant and soft kiss was so shocked that he forgot: "Wear it, put it on?"

Yuzhi raised her eyebrows: "Yeah, why, don't you want to? Don't want to..."

"No, no, yes, I am willing," snatched the bracelet and put it on Yuzhi, for fear that Yuzhi would regret it later.

The elm branch hooked her lips, raised her hand and looked around. Against the backdrop of the dark red bracelet, her slender wrist looked even fairer.

"Does it look good?"

"It looks good," Sang Dazhuang smiled like a fool.

Yuzhi glared at him: "It looks good, why didn't you respond?"

"Huh?" What kind of reaction does it look like?

Yuzhi gritted her teeth, holding Sang Dazhuang's **** face: "My man is so good-looking," bowed his head and kissed him.

Then he looked at Sang Dazhuang eagerly and asked, "Do I look good?"

Sang Dazhuang seemed to have learned something, but he was not sure, so he curled his neck and tentatively responded: "Okay, it looks good."

Immediately, like a thief, while looking at Yuzhi's face, he slowly approached, and then carefully kissed Yuzhi's face. As soon as he touched the little fluff on his face, he bounced away like meeting a ghost.

Yuzhi was not very satisfied, but fortunately she had made progress, the corner of her mouth ticked up, and asked again: "Do I look good?"

Sang Dazhuang saw that Yuzhi was not angry, and knew that he had done nothing wrong, so he became bolder: "It looks good."

He leaned over and kissed him, the sound made Sang Dazhuang's heart thump, he was quite frightened, and only when he saw that Yuzhi wasn't angry, he became very happy.

Yu Zhi couldn't help laughing, and asked with a smile, "Do I look good?"

"It looks good," Sang Dazhuang shouted loudly, hugged Yuzhi excitedly, and kissed her **** the face, so that Yuzhi burst into tears.

Turn around and take a look in the mirror, yes, your face is blue, suddenly get angry, stretch out your hands to pinch Sang Dazhuang's ears, and roar: "Sang Dazhuang, are you a dog? Look at what you have done."

Sang Dazhuang was very guilty, so the boss shrunk down as much as possible so that the elm branches could be twisted easily.

Wang Xinfeng rushed out of the kitchen with a fire stick when he heard the roar of Yuzhi.

Yuzhi pursed her mouth, and showed her face to Wang Xinfeng: "Mom, look at what Sang Dazhuang has done."

Seeing that his daughter-in-law's face was turning blue, Wang Xinfeng's anger rose up, and he swung the fire stick and smashed it down at Sang Dazhuang: "You dog, stupid thing with no brains, what can't you do, what can you eat? There are no trash dim sums left, Zhi Zhi’s face is so tender, you can get rid of it, I will beat you to death, you are not as good as a pig or a dog.”

Wang Xinfeng's eyes are so sharp, one can tell at a glance that they are the traces of a kiss.

The young couple have a good relationship, and they are happy.

But the stupid son is not serious or serious, and his face is even kissed.

I can't stand the fire stick in my hand.

Sang Dazhuang saw that his old lady’s love was a bit too heavy this time, and he didn’t dare to resist anymore. He carefully took Yuzhi’s hand from his ear, and ran away with the bucket.

Wang Xinfeng chased to the gate, shouting at the top of his voice: "You bastard, if you have the ability to die outside, don't come back."

Yuzhi was overjoyed, and ran over to pinch Wang Xinfeng's shoulders and fan Wang Xinfeng: "Thank you Mom, Mom has worked hard, Mom, do you think I look good wearing this?"

Raised the bracelet on her hand and showed it to Wang Xinfeng. Yuzhi knew that Wang Xinfeng and Sang Dazhuang had always been insecure, so she should do more to make them feel that she would not abandon them and leave.

Sure enough, Wang Xinfeng's eyes were red when he saw Yuzhi wearing a bracelet.

Secretly wiped away tears, held Yuzhi's hand and looked at it uncontrollably: "It looks good, my Zhizhi looks good on anything."

In the kitchen, Mulberry Ye took a straw in her mouth, leaned against the door frame with her arms crossed, and watched the childish farce of the three people in the yard in disgust.

"I think she can act for a few days."

Mulberry sat in front of the stove and lit the fire, elegant and calm, the fire light imprinted on his fair and handsome face, it was hard to see clearly when it was on or off. Such a down-to-earth matter was actually made by him with an elegant air.

Didn't respond to Sang Ye's words. Although he also didn't believe in Yu Zhi's change, he could act for a few days, and make his stupid dad and grandma happy every day.

Sang Dazhuang, who went out, lost his stupidity in an instant.

It's just the joy between the eyebrows, which can't be hidden no matter what, and the delicate and smooth touch of the small face of the elm branch on the lips makes the whole heart fly.

My daughter-in-law doesn't hate him anymore, that's great.

"Hey, Brother Zhuang." Li Dapao, who looks thin and small, looks like a monkey, so others nicknamed him Skinny Monkey.

In his early twenties, when he was sixteen or seventeen, he followed Sang Dazhuang and was one of Sang Dazhuang's loyal followers.

Appeared out of nowhere, and handed Sang Dazhuang a cigarette with a playful smile: "Brother Zhuang is carrying water, you rest, let the younger brother come."

Sang Dazhuang looked at the thin monkey's small body with disgust, and pushed the cigarette away: "My wife doesn't like the smell of cigarettes."

Shouhou secretly rolled his eyes, and silently looked at Sang Dazhuang's attire. No one knew that his brother Zhuang was a monk with a daughter-in-law.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law won't know, this cigarette is a new good product, brother Zhuang try it."

Sang Dazhuang lifted his arm, and the thin monkey took a few steps back in the air, fell down and squatted.

Sang Dazhuang snorted, and suddenly became obsessed with cleanliness: "You know what a fart, go play while you play, don't get my body smelled." What should the wife do if she doesn't get close to him, she doesn't understand at all.

Carrying the bucket, he strode towards the well.

It doesn't hurt to squat on one buttock, the thin monkey patted his buttocks, and hurriedly followed.

"Brother Zhuang, I don't smell, so it's fine if I don't smoke. Brother Zhuang, I'm here to tell you about that **** Cui Xue."

Sang Dazhuang's eyes flashed fiercely, and he responded indifferently: "Speak."

"Just now that **** was groped by Deng Mazi, and then ran around the whole village in her arms. Back then, that **** designed her sister-in-law to do it like this. Feng Shui turns around. Brother Zhuang, do we have to help too? Propaganda?"

Thinking back, Cui Xue designed Yuzhi to fall into the water, if not for herself, Yuzhi would have entangled with an old gambler.

With the ruthlessness of an old gambler and the cowardice of his own wife, Sang Dazhuang dared not imagine the consequences.

The eyes were even more fierce, with a voice like a gong, carrying a deep and cold voice: "Well, try to be as calm as possible."

It's just that Sang Dazhuang knows that Cui Xue's despicability is not the simple and thin-skinned nature of his daughter-in-law. Such a little gossip will not have a substantial impact on her, and it is impossible for her to marry Deng Mazi.

But he had to make the impossible possible.

"Go and tell Deng Mazi to make him responsible for the educated youth."

Shouhou laughed: "Brother Zhuang, you and Xiao Yezi really deserve to be father and daughter, and they use the same tricks."

Sang Dazhuang raised his eyebrows: "Tell me."

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