Chapter 555： Chapter 555 I’m not jealous of your son-in-law

Chapter 555 Chapter 555 I’m not jealous of your son-in-law

Cui Shuicao murmured in her heart. She bit her lip and raised her head to look at Meng Xingsheng: "A good prey, my cousin said, can be worth at least two or three hundred. Then he will take a fifty middle fee and the rest." All for Brother Xingsheng.

By the way, Brother Xingsheng, my cousin relied on this business to build five brick houses for his family in just two years, and his life was getting better day by day. He had enough food and meat for every meal. There are new clothes to wear every year! "

Cui Shuicao didn't believe it. She had already said it like this, but Meng Xingsheng still remained unmoved.

"Shui Cao, don't rush me. I said I would marry you within this year, and I will definitely do it."

Meng Xingsheng has been conflicted and entangled in his heart these days. He really wants to marry his wife into the family and be with Cui Shuicao for the rest of his life, but it is difficult for him to do such a thing without conscience.

He is not stupid. He knows that it is not a good thing. He knows that once he does it, it will be okay if no one discovers it. But if... if the matter is exposed, his life will be over.

So, since he came back from Beicheng recently, he has been hesitating and has not made up his mind to do what Cui Shuicao said.

"Brother Xingsheng, I didn't rush you." Cui Shuicao looked pitiful, with tears welling up in his eyes: "I'm just worried that my mother will marry another man, and I'm afraid I'll miss you. If that happens , I’ll jump into the river when I get there!”

“Water grass, you...”

Meng Xingsheng wanted to reach out and hug Cui Shuicao to comfort him, but he took it back the moment he raised his hand. He felt that the two were not engaged, let alone married, and it was inappropriate to hug each other.

“I’m fine.”

Wiping her tears, Cui Shuicao shook her head and said, "Brother Xingsheng, think about it again. I'm back." As the sound fell, she walked quickly out of the woods.

Beicheng.

“Mom, can’t you just take a break?”

Today, the sky is clear and there is a gentle breeze blowing. Jiang Li leaned back on the rattan rocking chair, closed the book and looked at the old woman sitting opposite her, who was knitting a sweater with quick movements in her hands, and said: "Since you came here last year, Beicheng, now, you have knitted two pairs of sweaters and trousers for Ruirui and the others!"

Cai Xiufen kept moving her hands and said casually: "This is for Yan Qingwei."

“Luo Yanqing doesn’t have any sweaters to wear.” She knitted one before, and bought two sweaters from the system mall through Dundun. She doesn’t have any sweaters at all, okay? !

Hearing the sourness in her precious daughter's tone, Cai Xiufen shook her head in amusement: "When I came here last year, I didn't bring you the sweater I knitted?"

She not only brought them, but she also brought two sweaters and one pair of woolen trousers.

One sweater is white, the other is lavender, and the wool pants are bright red.

Cai Xiufen knew that her precious daughter did not like dark-colored sweaters, so she bought light-colored wool. After Jiang Li left for Beicheng, she knitted sweaters for her favorite daughter whenever she had free time.

When I came to Beicheng last year, I naturally didn’t forget to bring my knitted sweaters and trousers.

Jiang Li: "I'm not jealous of your son-in-law."

Chai Xiufen: "Just be tough."

“Mother…”

“What do you want to say?”

“Luo Yanqing really has plenty of clothes to wear, so you don’t need to bother knitting him a sweater.”

“Idle time is idle. Since I have knitted them all for you and Ruirui, it would be wrong not to knit one for Yan Qing.”

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it, I just don’t want you to be tired. I’ve told you this all the time, but you forget it every time you hear it.”

“Your mother, I am very energetic. Besides, how tiring can it be to knit a sweater?” Looking at her daughter, Cai Xiufen smiled and said:

There will be updates later. . .

(End of this chapter)