There is Room For Abandoned Women In the 1980s

A penetrating man's magnetic voice suddenly sounded, suppressing the noise in the room. new

"The wind is coming!"

Zheng Xinyue shouted with joy and flew out like a little swallow.

Gao Guilan didn't yell or scream. She pushed her elder brother away, tugged on her clothes and tucked her hair behind her ears. She had to pay attention to her image in front of her uncle. She couldn't make him feel that she was too fierce. What if he was scared away?

Cui Yanhong frowned and looked at the door, clenching her fists nervously. The man's voice was particularly nice, better than the announcer's voice on the radio, but she still didn't believe that Zheng Xinyue really had someone?

I don’t even want her to have a partner. What will she do if the scapegoat she finally found runs away?

She didn't want to be blamed by that old man. newᴄᴏᴍ

Gao Guizhi looked at the door with doubt. She seemed to have heard a man speak just now?

She secretly glanced at the little girl again, pretending to be polite and not shouting to kill, which made her feel uneasy.

Could it be that that damn girl Xinyue really has a partner? How is that possible?

Mrs. Gao looked excited. She disliked her clothes for being torn and her hair was messy. She rubbed her face vigorously to keep her spirits up. As Xinyue's mother-in-law, she couldn't embarrass her.

A figure flashed at the door, and Zheng Xinyue walked in with a tall and handsome man with a smile on her face. Cui Yanhong's eyes widened immediately. First she couldn't believe it, and then she felt jealous. She clenched her fists hard. How could Zheng Xinyue, the convulsive ghost, find such a handsome man? man?

It doesn't matter that he is ridiculously handsome, but he is also very majestic. At first glance, he is not an ordinary person. His sharp eagle eyes and fierce aura make people feel less powerful in front of him. ☜

Such a good man, how did you find Zheng Xinyue, the convulsant?

Gao Guizhi grasped the hem of her clothes nervously, and her whole plan came to nothing. She failed to hit the little girl, but she was hit hard instead.

"Changfeng is coming!"

Gao Guilan was like a peacock with its tail spread out, proudly calling her future uncle.

"Auntie, uncle."

Gu Changfeng had met Gao Yunshan, so he greeted him naturally.

Looking around with sharp eagle eyes, he saw an old lady with a kind smile on her face. She was the oldest old lady in the room.

He strode over and without Zheng Xinyue's introduction, a slight smile appeared on his tough and stern face, and he introduced himself to the old man in a respectful voice:

"Grandma, my name is Gu Changfeng and I am Xinyue's lover. I heard that you were sick. I should have accompanied Xinyue to see you at that time, but there were many things in the factory and I didn't leave. I just came here to wish you well. Don't blame me, this is a bit of filial piety from your grandson-in-law, please accept it."

After speaking, Gu Changfeng put the two net bags he was carrying on the table. Under the dancing light of the kerosene lamp, Gao Guizhi looked directly at them. They were full of good things.

Milk powder is something you can't buy even if you have money. He only gives it two bags at a time. No, he has to coax it out of the mother's hands later. It will be used when the child is born.

In addition to milk powder, there were also canned meats. Gao Guizhi couldn't help but swallow her saliva. How long had it been since she had tasted meat? There is no special treatment for pregnant women, except for big rice porridge, which is cornstarch porridge. You can't even eat millet, let alone canned meat that makes people drool.

In addition to these two good things that made her salivate, there were also fruits and mung bean cakes. She clicked her mouth while looking at the fruits. How much more would she need to eat to quench her thirst?

These goodies don’t come cheap! The person the dead girl is looking for is quite rich? His calculating eyes were fixed on Gu Changfeng.

Such a rich and handsome man is not worthy of a second-hand sick man.