Chapter 14: How about I reward her with pot stickers? 4
At that time, Lin Rouer's mother also described to him the process of collecting debts for him with such excitement. If it were not Lin Rouer's mother, then the hundred taels of gold bracelets passed down by his mother, Lin Rouer's deceased grandmother, would be used.
The money I got in exchange was robbed by the gangsters or I won't get it back. To read the novel, go to www
And the majestic way she trampled the heads of those gangsters under her feet is still unforgettable to Lin Zhizhong.
Sometimes, domineering people are invincible and will not be bullied.
Recalling this point, Lin Zhizhong roughly understood what was going on. If it were before, the timid and timid Lin Rou'er would definitely not dare to do such a thing to the third aunt. Even if her own mother was insulted, she would just swallow her anger.
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Now Lin Rou'er dares to slap her in the face, which shows that she has inherited her mother's tough side, which is very good, very good.[
Thinking of this, a smile of approval appeared on Lin Zhizhong's lips. After recovering from his memories, he turned to look at Lin Rou'er and stretched out his heavy hand, wrapping Lin Rou'er's soft and boneless little hand in his own.
Between the palms, there is an extremely loving expression on the face.
This look... Lin Rouer suddenly felt an inexplicable strangeness in her heart, and her whole body trembled inadvertently.
She attributed this to the fact that she couldn't bear such a disgusting behavior. She wanted to withdraw her hand, but she had to pretend to be a little sheep and looked at the person she called daddy in front of her with clear and transparent eyes.
His hand touched the top of her hair, and his voice was more vibrating than ever before: "Rou'er, Dad never thought that one day you would be as brave and strong as your mother. It's great."
When he said this, there was a sparkle in his eyes, and the way he looked at Lin Rouer seemed to be looking too much at another person.
Lin Rou'er felt like she was shaking all over again. After a long time, her transformation actually reminded this man of his dead first wife. It was really unexpected.
The father and daughter here have a harmonious relationship, but the third aunt over there has completely become a frustrated ball. She has lost all her vitality. After a long time, she asked Lin Zhizhong to show off her power, which made the father and daughter put aside their old feud and be in a good posture of reconciliation.
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If she had known this, she would have endured this tone and would slowly find a way to deal with this bitch in the future. It was too late to regret it now.
Mei Xiang, the second aunt on the side, also noticed that the situation became clear. The master didn't take the third aunt's beating to heart at all, he just wanted to find the memories of the eldest lady from Lin Rou'er.
Now that the matter has come to this, she can no longer add insult to injury, so she should hurry back and report to the other aunts!
The little farce ended in the thoughts of a few people.
The days passed peacefully.
Unconsciously, seven or eight days passed, and Lin Rouer was no longer confined to the herb garden, but could move around.
During these seven or eight days, Lin Rouer also roughly understood everything she needed to know about the situation.
The era she traveled to now did not exist in history, and the dynasty she was in was called the Dacheng Dynasty. The name sounded quite impressive. The royal family's surname was Lu, and the current emperor, Lu Xing, was a man in his fifties.
For the old man, the capital city was named Chengcheng, which corresponds to the name of the country.
With the Dacheng dynasty as the center, there were countless small countries in the east, west, south and north. Among them, the one that could compete with Dacheng was the Bixin country in the north. Its power should not be underestimated. The current queen was married from Bixin twenty years ago.
From this point on, Beiming's country became more and more prosperous day by day.
