allonlinenovel Chapter 212: Rough Man vs. Pretty Widow 20
Chapter 212: Rough Man vs. Pretty Widow 20
Granny Song, who served as a tool throughout the process, sat aside and just nodded.
Finally, with the cooperation of the police, Meng Caihe paid the fifty yuan she had on her and wrote an IOU.
After collecting the money, Meng Jiaojiao bowed to them as if she was afraid that she would not be able to anger them to death: "Welcome to come again next time."
Meng Caihe was so angry that she almost fainted on the spot.
The farce was over and the village chief had them sent away.
Meng Jiaojiao gave the fifty yuan she collected to Granny Song: "Here's the money."
Granny Song quickly refused: "How can I take your money? You can't accept it."
Meng Jiaojiao laughed: "It's not for nothing. This money is your escape fee. When you are free, help me collect the debts with this IOU. You don't have to collect it all at once. Just disgust them occasionally so that they don't have time to come to me. As for how much you can collect, it's up to you."
The main reason is that she believes in Grandma Song’s fighting ability.
Granny Song was shocked: "You don't want so much money?"
Meng Jiaojiao shrugged. It was totally worth it to spend such a small amount of money to buy some peace and quiet. More than a hundred yuan was enough for them to be well behaved for a while.
"It doesn't matter, I have money."
Song Yuanzhou chuckled, turned and left.
Meng Jiaojiao suddenly called out: "Wait a minute."
Song Yuanzhou paused and turned around. She had just returned to her room and was looking for something. She then took out a few intact gift boxes and handed them to him.
"It's too much to finish, give it to your mother."
Song Yuanzhou raised his eyebrows slightly, "Don't you want to mind your own business?"
Meng Jiaojiao pulled his hand and took it forcefully.
"It's all thanks to you that Boss Ma agreed to cooperate with me so quickly. I don't want to owe you a favor."
Song Yuanzhou's face darkened unconsciously. "You have to tell me so clearly, have you found a new target? Madam?"
Meng Jiaojiao was full of questions: "What do you mean by young madam? Have you found a new word to insult me?"
Seeing her playing dumb, Song Yuanzhou became inexplicably angry. He clenched the gift box in his hand, turned around and left.
Meng Jiaojiao was confused and complained as she went back to her room: What's wrong with you? You made me angry and still have the nerve to give me the cold shoulder.
When it was time to go to bed, Meng Jiaojiao just lay down and her mind suddenly lit up!
Young lady?
Young Madam.
That’s right, isn’t this what she said to Aunt Chen as a joke?
No wonder something was wrong early this morning.
Oh! He cares.
There is finally some progress, and she can't sleep just thinking about it.
Thinking of this, she changed into her newly bought skirt, tidied her hair, and applied some high-end perfume sent by Boss Ma.
Try it today and see how straight he really is.
Today, she asked Grandma Song for the key to the front door, so she went out quietly again.
After making sure that everyone around her was asleep, she quietly walked towards Song Yuanzhou's house.
When I got to the door and was about to knock, I thought that he might not open the door for me, and it would be easy for someone to hear it.
So she looked at the wall that was about the same height as Grandma Song's house, and she made up her mind, jumped up and touched it to make sure there was no glass or anything like that.
He took off his shoes, threw them over with force, then took a few steps back, took a few big strides to help him run, pushed his feet against the wall, and flipped over.
Just as she was about to jump down triumphantly, a pair of bright black eyes below narrowed and glared at her, and her smile stopped abruptly.
"What are you doing?" He asked calmly, crossing his arms.
Meng Jiaojiao was still sitting astride the wall, her bare white toes curled up unconsciously.
His expression was a little awkward, so he pursed his lips and pretended to be calm.
"I... came to get something."
Song Yuanzhou raised an eyebrow and continued to look at her motionlessly: "What do you want?"
She blinked and her eyes met his.
"Pants."
"..."
The calm face below finally showed cracks.
"threw."
Now it was Meng Jiaojiao's turn to cross her chest. She held her head high and looked very reasonable.
"Then you have to pay for it. Those are my dream pants. They are one of a kind."
"..."
Song Yuanzhou put down his arms, glanced at her expressionless face, and his tone finally fluctuated.
"Does your body react to shame?"
Meng Jiaojiao bent one of her legs over the wall and looked at him seriously: "Of course not, give me your underwear right now, I'll be shy."
"..."
Song Yuanzhou couldn't bear it any longer and turned around and left.
Meng Jiaojiao immediately stopped him: "Now that I'm here, aren't you going to take me down?"
Song Yuanzhou didn't look back: "You are so capable, do you really need me to take it?"
Meng Jiaojiao curled her lips, swung her legs and said comfortably: "Forget it, I will sing here later, and sing about unfaithful men."
After standing there for a while, Song Yuanzhou sighed, turned around and walked towards her.
Meng Jiaojiao grinned and opened her arms wide, waiting for him to walk to the wall.
Seeing her eyes curved into crescents, Song Yuanzhou's eyes moved slightly and he slowly opened his arms.
"Come down."
She smiled, then immediately leaned over and jumped down.
A refreshing fragrance wafts into my nose.
Song Yuanzhou held her slender waist, and when her lips brushed across his chest, he quickly let go as if he had been electrocuted.
"What on earth are you doing here?"
Meng Jiaojiao was complaining in her heart that this man was a little too serious. When she heard him ask this, she curled her lips and said, "Don't you know what I'm doing climbing over your wall in the middle of the night?"
Song Yuanzhou's ears turned red and he turned and left.
"Go back quickly."
Meng Jiaojiao followed happily with her shoes in hand.
"Why did you pick me up when I was asked to go back? You are not a honest person."
Song Yuanzhou suddenly turned around and bumped into her head-on, his eyes flickering and his words unclear.
"You are the one who is dishonest."
Meng Jiaojiao rubbed her forehead, looking unhappy: "Why am I not honest? I didn't come to pester you when I got married. Didn't I wait until my ex-husband died before looking for you?"
Song Yuanzhou opened his lips, anger flashing in his pupils.
"Why are you looking for me? Aren't you going to be a lady in the city? You are more frivolous than Jia Baoyu, and you still have the nerve to say you are honest!"
Meng Jiaojiao paused and slowly raised her eyes.
The corners of her mouth rose unconsciously, and she felt even more humiliated when Song Yuanzhou saw it. She snorted coldly and was about to leave.
Meng Jiaojiao raised her hand and threw the shoe in her hand, hitting him right on the back. He turned around angrily and saw her wrinkled face.
"If you don't like me, then I'm going to the city to be a young lady. Am I going to keep pestering you and be despised by you? You keep calling me shameless. Which girl wouldn't feel uncomfortable after hearing that?"
He had no place to vent his anger, so he blurted out without thinking: "When did I ever say I disliked you!"
Meng Jiaojiao curled the corners of her lips, put her hands behind her back and quietly approached him, her eyes vaguely passing through his suddenly clear eyes.
"So...you mean you like me?"
He realized what he had said, his face turned red, and he bit his lip and sneered.
"Stop being so self-indulgent."
Meng Jiaojiao had already walked in front of him, slightly tilting her head and looking at him.
"Just think of it as my own wishful thinking. Anyway, I'm already here. Do you want to chase me away?"