Meng Yanqing, who was rubbing his family's clothing, couldn't help but sigh.
Her life was even more miserable than that of the yellow lotus.
She, who was supposed to work overtime in the company, inexplicably dressed in her 60s and became the second daughter of the immoral Meng family. She didn't know anything else.
He had worked hard for decades and returned to the day before he was released.
Now that she was in this state, those who didn't know the truth would think that she had just escaped from some refugees.
In her previous life, although she looked mediocre, she was still a sexy girl with a hot figure and a D-cup.
As a result, nothing happened in this life.
"This old man is so naive and hateful."
The one with a small chest was the most suitable for a flat plain.
Every time Meng Yanqing changed his clothes, he would do some psychological construction for himself.
She was afraid that she could not bear it and fainted.
In fact, she counted the days with her fingers. This was the sixth day since she came to this era.
But for Meng Yanqing, these six days were even harder to endure than six years.
At first, when he learned that he was wearing it, Meng Yanqing was overjoyed and panicked.
After all, it was not a problem for her, who was a crazy fan of novels.
Especially in modern times, she had no one to rely on. Her parents and relatives had died when she was very young. Now the grass on the grave had probably grown to a high level.
And the father-in-law who took care of her grew up also passed away when she graduated from college.
So time travel was like luck. If she could catch up with this trend, she would have to burn incense for her wife, wife, and grandfather.
After all, this was because the ancestral grave of their old Meng Family was rising with smoke. When the time came, whether or not the Meng Family would be well known throughout the ages would depend on her.
It was no exaggeration to say that there were at least 5,000 stories about her since she had been working on all kinds of novels and websites all year round.
She could come up with all kinds of ideas to make a fortune in novels, such as dealing with pigs into the water, selling all kinds of snacks on the street, making rouge, doing business in the black market, and so on.
By the way, she was still familiar with the various directions of history. No matter what era she wore it, Meng Yanqing had confidence in himself.
At the very least, they could make a fortune to break the curse of their Meng Family's ancestors.
But the ideal was very plump and the reality was very cruel. The pleasant novels she read were of no use at all. It was not as good as a book named "The Mother of the sow's after birth care".
Now Meng Yanqing was either beaten or hungry. She was so hungry that her eyes were dizzy, and she was panting while walking. She had no strength at all.
As soon as she passed through, Meng Yanqing resisted. After all, as an independent woman of the country, how could she be a pitiful little girl who could be bullied at will.
But the resistance was ineffective.
Since she couldn't defeat them, she finally had to submit to their power and continue to be a poor and free worker in the Meng family.
Until now, the melon seeds in Meng Yanqing's head were still buzzing, and even the bruises on his forehead were not removed.
Before putting it down, there was a rice grain-sized rash on his face. Meng Yanqing, who was afraid of death, had to go to the largest third A-A hospital in their local area and hang up on the most authoritative expert.
He had to be older and more experienced. It would be best if he had white hair and a beard.
If this caught up with the young, Meng Yanqing would not be able to overcome the hurdle in her heart.
But now, if Meng Yanqing dared to mention the matter of going to the hospital, he would be courting death.
Meng Yanqing, who couldn't accept the reality, wanted to die. If he died, he might return to the modern world.
But before the knife touched her wrist, she threw it away.
The main reason was that she cherished her life and had been afraid of pain since she was a child. She really couldn't do it. If someone else did it, she would probably be locked up as a mental patient.
As for other ways to court death, she did not dare to try them.
Meng Yanqing was afraid that he would not go back, nor would he die. At the very least, he looked like a disabled man with complete limbs.
It was possible that the Meng couple would sell it to the dead wife's husband at a low price to continue the string.
The ancestor said, "It's better to live than die."
Having figured it out, Meng Yanqing suddenly felt that it was good to be alive. He lowered his head and moved his household register away.
By then, the Meng family would be unable to control her even if they wanted to.
But now, if she wanted to remove her household register, the only way was to marry her off.
However, Meng Yanqing looked around the people nearby and found that they were the same age as her. If they didn't get married, they would either be ugly and ugly.
He opened his mouth and closed his mouth. It seemed that he could not live without his mother.
This kind of man couldn't be touched. If he did, he would be angry.
He was too outstanding. Meng Yanqing also knew how much he was capable of, so he naturally didn't dare to approach him.
Just as Meng Yanqing was lost in thought, she heard a familiar curse.
"You wicked girl. It's going to rain soon. Go and call your brother back. If he gets wet later, I won't spare you."
Zhao Yumei put her hands on her hips and walked toward Meng Yanqing, looking like a shrew who was not easy to deal with.