C11 You're My First Woman
The widow may not have a good reputation, but it's not impossible for her to get married. But Widow Yu's reputation in the village has long been tarnished, and none of the women in the village want to marry her?" The saliva she spat on others all these years, wouldn't it be a thousand, a hundred times the same as hers?
After all, she had a profound cultivation skill. Widow Yu casually brought the topic back to Lan Si, "Lass Lan, if you want to say this, then it's too much. I'm just afraid that Prime Minister Jiang might not know what's going to happen and will suffer a loss in the future, what about it? You feel guilty? "
Lan Si finally could not take it anymore and released Jiang Weihee. She rolled up her sleeves and looked at the battle, "Why am I feeling guilty? On the other hand, what does it have to do with you that Jiang Weihee doesn't suffer a loss? Do I need your reminder? "
Relying on her good looks, Widow Yu did not take Lan Si seriously. She looked at Jiang Weihee and said with grievance, "Mister Jiang, please say something. I had good intentions, how could I … "He took a hit instead!"
Even though Jiang Weihee was blind and could not see, but this sound, which was the standard soft and glutinous sound of Jiangnan, was extremely soft. Jiang Weihee did not believe that he could bear it.
Jiang Weihee understood everything, like a mirror in his heart. Although he couldn't see with his eyes, he was very clear in his heart. It didn't count that he had seen countless girls, but he was very clear on what kind of women they were.
He was also anxious to protect his wife, so he spoke more straightforwardly, "It's not the place for outsiders to worry about our family affairs. I appreciate sister-in-law's kind intentions … "Lan Si, help me go back."
The underlying meaning was clear. It was better to say that Widow Yu was an outsider than to care. To speak in such a straightforward manner and with such obvious bias, it would be unreasonable for Widow Yu to continue pestering her.
People always said that there were a lot of troubles in front of a widow's door, but she wasn't someone who anyone would want to mess with. Jiang Weihee was always inconvenient to live alone, so she went over to ask about him a few days later.
She stomped her feet in anger, "You …"
"Let's go."
Jiang Weihee was obviously impatient to participate in the battle between the two women. He raised his hand again and asked Lan Si to help him.
Lan Si didn't want to blow up the situation, so she helped Jiang Weihee leave.
"If I want to avoid trouble in the future, the next time I encounter something like this, I have to learn how to deal with the enemy in one move."
Jiang Weihee spoke slowly, "With people like them, you can't even say one sentence to her. The more you try, the more she'll catch on to the mistakes in your words and pester you to no end."
Lan Si curled her lips and said, "You've always been busy with others. She comes to your house every day, so I don't see how impatient you can be."
I forgot, when a woman gets angry, more than half of her anger will affect the people around her.
His eyes turned to her, lifeless but sincere. "You saw it with your own eyes? "How do you know I'm not impatient with her?"
"All the men in the village wish they could stick to her."
"What does that have to do with me? I can't see anything. Even though she has the appearance of a Heavenly Immortal, I don't put her in my eyes. "
Lan Si stared at him for a long time. She felt that she shouldn't have gotten angry so she replied with an "Oh." Then she turned around and said, "We've arrived at your house."
He was very familiar with his own home. He let go of Lan Si and walked smoothly even without the use of a bamboo stick.
The sun had set and it was getting late. She stood by the door and said goodbye to him, "I'll be going back first. You can go in. I'll help you close the door."
Facing the setting sun, Jiang Weihee was covered in a layer of soft golden light. Lan Si stared at him in a daze and heard him say, "You are my first woman.
