"What are you looking at? I'm a country bumpkin. Your family can't even buy this kind of clothes after a year of farming." The woman saw Yang Zimei looking at her with disdain. She also found that she was pretty and pretty, with white and tender skin.
My mind became unbalanced and I started to curse.
Yang Zimei was really speechless for such a top product, so he didn't bother to pay attention to her.
Who would have known that her indifference would turn into contempt and contempt in the eyes of others.
Taking advantage of the car's sudden stop, the woman deliberately raised her high-heeled foot, trying to step hard on Yang Zimei's foot.
Yang Zimei naturally wouldn't be stepped on by her. He shrank his foot, tiptoed, and kicked the woman's hamstring——[
"Ouch--"
The woman screamed like a slaughtered pig, stretched out her hand and grabbed Yang Zimei's collar, "You bitch, how dare you step on me?"
The passengers around looked at them——
Everyone saw the woman's unreasonable behavior just now, so the sympathetic eyes were all biased toward Yang Zimei.
"I just stepped on you, so what?"
Yang Zimei was also angry. He raised his foot and stepped hard on the woman's foot again.
The woman jumped to her feet, yelled and cursed, and said all kinds of unpleasant things.
Well, if you love to curse people so much, then let me never curse you enough!
Yang Zimei's fingers formed a secret seal, and a sinister energy shot out, hitting the woman's Adam's apple——
The woman's throat felt cold, and she continued to spout all kinds of ugly curse words. People around her were sweating, and they all accused her of being incompetent.
Seeing the stop sign at Brunei Street, Yang Zimei got off the bus.
And that woman, like a child wearing red dancing shoes, still couldn't stop her mouth and continued to curse all kinds of things. Finally, the driver kicked her out of the car.
However, she still couldn't stop and scolded everyone she saw. When she happened to meet her boss on the street, she couldn't control it and expressed her usual resentment towards her boss through unpleasant words.
The boss's entire face darkened, and he said to her coldly: "You don't have to go to work tomorrow!"
When she returned home, she kept scolding her parents-in-law, husband, sisters-in-law and uncles. She was beaten by her husband and went out to her parents' house, where she continued to scold her, as if she was possessed by a demon.
She was so scared that she covered her mouth and gritted her teeth desperately, trying to control herself, but she couldn't...
In the end she couldn't bear it anymore and bit her tongue off. She could no longer speak or curse.
If she knew that everything she was enduring now was because she offended Yang Zimei and was cursed by her, she would probably not dare to curse others casually in the future.
Again, if you offend anyone, don’t offend the Feng Shui fortune teller, otherwise, you won’t even know how you died.[
Yang Zimei came to Mo Xuan carrying the bag of copper plates.
Lin Qingmei wore a cheongsam with dark plum blossoms on a white background, and sat in front of the counter like a hostess. She carefully cleaned a bronze mirror and looked at it from time to time. She smiled sweetly, and her brows and eyes were filled with joyful happiness.
Song Xuan came out of the shop, took a fly whisk, sat next to Lin Qingmei, gently swept the dust, and smiled with her from time to time.
Seeing this extremely familiar picture from his previous life, Yang Zimei's eyes were filled with a thin layer of mist, and he pursed his lips and smiled.
I am really happy for Song Xuan!
It is natural for a person like him to have such a warm and tacit happiness, instead of being disrupted by his own barbaric interference and disrupting the trajectory he should take.
However, Mr. Song's eyes were no longer focused on her, and she felt a little lost, a feeling like a beloved toy was lost.
But no matter what, she hopes that he can be happy, because she cannot give him this kind of happiness.
