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Li Manjun answered the conversation and asked curiously: "Why go up the mountain? Is anyone at home sick?"

Wen Yufeng waved her hands and clicked her tongue: "Ask for a child. She said that the Guanyin in that temple was particularly good at sending children, so she went there."

"You don't know yet, right? The man with a big belly outside Mr. Lin came to our door."

The mistress took a bill from an unknown Sanwu hospital and insisted that there was a boy in her belly. Mr. Lin was so happy that he actually let her stay at home.

That night Mrs. Lin was so angry that she fainted. The two daughters hurriedly called their grandparents. Two old people came to the door and frightened the mistress and led them out, and the farce stopped.

But when the two old men heard that San was pregnant with a boy, they decided to let her give birth to the child. They took her to their home and took care of the child personally. They prepared the child for life. If it was a boy, they would give San money to let San go.

"They said they would pay 200,000 yuan. Now let's give 100,000 yuan to stabilize the mistress."

Wen Yufeng shook her head, feeling that Mr. Lin's family bullied people too hard, "Mrs. Lin is really good-tempered. If it were me, I wouldn't beat this shameless thing to death!"

Mrs. Lu rarely heard such bloody gossip, and asked doubtfully: "Men have cheated on each other and their relationships have broken down. Why doesn't she get a divorce?"

Wen Yufeng's eyes widened, "Divorce? Isn't this too easy for them? Just give up the home she worked so hard to manage to others? That's impossible!"

Mrs. Lu frowned slightly, "A marriage full of betrayal is not worth cherishing at all. It will only continue to hurt yourself."

Li Manjun nodded in agreement, "Besides, before the divorce, this man must be beaten severely. It is best to cut off his children and grandchildren, and then quickly transfer the property to himself and his children. Because for this kind of thing, men have the greatest responsibility, so they have to give it to them." Learn a lesson."

Now the other two people looked at her in shock. They subconsciously moved their lips to refute, but found that it seemed like this, irrefutable.

The two of them gave Li Manjun a thumbs-up gesture, "You are still cruel."

I just don’t know if Zhao Yong knows it. If he knows it, how will he react?

Wen Yufeng couldn't help but want to laugh, but she still felt that what Mrs. Lu and Li Manjun did was too extreme.

As the ancients said, it is better to demolish ten temples than to demolish one marriage. As long as this life can go on, for the sake of the children, one must always maintain dignity and give the children a complete home.

Mrs. Lu's sense of fashion is almost innate. Even though the clothes in the mall are all the same, she can always match them with stunning results.

Li Manjun stopped thinking and stood there letting Mrs. Lu help him with the matching. He bought four sets in one go and put on a new set directly.

The top is a puffed short-sleeved shirt, a high-waisted red vest, and the lower body is paired with retro blue denim bell-bottom pants. There is no need to match the shoes specially, her own black high-heeled shoes are just right.

This set is Wen Yufeng's favorite. "When you are young, you should wear bright colors. This red is particularly fashionable."

Mrs. Lu brought another pair of gold square buckle earrings and asked Li Manjun to wear them.

Jewelry has a kind of magic. It is just a little embellishment, but it has the finishing touch and makes your fashion sense immediately.

Wen Yufeng was so excited to see it that she also asked Mrs. Lu to match it for herself. Because the matching was so good, all the female clerks in the store gathered around and followed her to learn the matching. They wrote down the matching and then put it on the model. exhibit.

Both Li Manjun and Wen Yufeng gained something, but Mrs. Lu didn't buy any clothes. She only picked out a belt and two pairs of earrings. To express her gratitude, Li Manjun rushed to pay.

Mrs. Lu said that she has her own "little factory" at home, and the clothes she wears are all designed by herself and customized by professional tailors.

Occasionally, if you encounter a tailor who dislikes his poor cutting skills, he will do it himself.

Li Manjun thought to himself, rich people still play high-end, if not other things, just the silk clothes Mrs. Lu wore today, the fabric alone is not easy to find on the market.

"Mrs. Lu, these designs of yours are comparable to private haute couture. Are you really not considering opening a private studio?"

Li Manjun said jokingly: "Although I can't afford it now, if you are really willing to make clothes for me, I will definitely save up money to buy one!"

Wen Yufeng also said excitedly: "Me too, me too. Mrs. Lu, you are really discerning. Look at all the people on the street. What you are wearing is particularly eye-catching."

"Oh, and what Manjun is wearing today, when we came out of the mall just now, a talent scout caught up with her and asked her if she wanted to be a star, hahaha."

This was really a big mistake. The scout thought Li Manjun was a student and made a lot of conditions. However, when Li Manjun replied, "I'm married," the scout decisively turned around and left.

Thinking of that scene, the smile on Mrs. Lu's face became much deeper.

Li Manjun complained helplessly: "Celebrities are human beings too, can't they be stars if they are married?" She almost entered the entertainment industry, which is a pity.

Wen Yufeng is not star-struck, but her son is star-chasing, and his favorite is Maggie Cheung. Her son goes to watch the movie "In New York" every time it is shown in the cinema, and dreams of marrying her.

One can imagine how long her son would be heartbroken if he knew Maggie Cheung was married.

Mrs. Lu's driver arrived, and the three of them stopped talking. Mrs. Lu got in the car, leaned out of the car window and waved reluctantly. Today was so enjoyable, she really didn't want it to end like this.

But Lu Shengming was about to get off work. If he didn't see her greeting him at home, he could question her all night.

Looking down at her clothes, Mrs. Lu couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth. Compared to Lu Sheng's perfunctory praise to make her happy, the gleaming amazement and envy in Li Manjun and Wen Yufeng's eyes were the real recognition of her abilities.

Open a private studio?

As soon as the idea emerged, she was interrupted by the driver's questioning. Listening to the dinner arrangements related to Lu Shengming, Mrs. Lu let out a breath and leaned back in her chair to respond perfunctorily.

"Manjun, what have you been busy with recently?" Wen Yufeng asked curiously.

After the two watched Mrs. Lu get into the car, because Wen Yufeng's family lived nearby, Li Manjun was alone at home and didn't want to go home early, so he just walked with her for a while.

The two were walking along the sidewalk along the road. Wen Yufeng chatted and asked, and Li Manjun told him about collecting a bunch of kraft paper at the cement factory.

Unexpectedly, after searching for information for so many days, she actually got a clue from Wen Yufeng.

"There is a fireworks and firecracker factory in Shandong. The kraft paper is 50 cents per pound. If you don't mind the trouble, you can go and have a look." Wen Yufeng said with certainty, and Li Manjun's heart moved.

It's a pity that Wen Yufeng doesn't have contact information, but he just knows that there is such news.

But for Li Manjun, who has been like a headless fly lately, her words are as valuable as ten thousand dollars.