Rebirth of Miss Jiao of the Republic of China

Tang Jiao bit the red apple and looked at her cousin worriedly.

Tang Shijie felt hairy when she saw it, and finally couldn't help asking: "What are you looking at?"

Tang Jiao finally put down the apple in her hand, earnestly: "Cousin, you have offended those cripples, will they retaliate against you!"

Tang Shijie: "..."

Tang Jiao was even more worried: "I heard that if you inject air into the vein, people will die. Will they deliberately give you injections?"

After a pause, Tang Jiao said again: "It's so cold now, and the quilt is thick, so stuffiness can suffocate people."

Thinking about it again, Tang Jiao continued: "Your room is not good, 414, look, isn't this a death?"

Tang Shijie was a little worried because of her impetuous heart.

Tang Jiao stood up decisively: "Cousin, let me worship you. The Bodhisattva will bless you."

Good cousin moved by heaven.

Although Tang Shijie was a little scared, it was always a big man and it was not easy to show it. He took a deep breath and said, "Wow, you are a female student in a new society. Don't come with that set of feudal superstitions."

Tang Jiao turned aggrieved to look at the old lady who was accompanying her, and said softly, "Grandma, you know, I'm not nonsense."

Although it sounds good and breaks down feudal superstitions, there is nothing in reality. Someone's old lady doesn't believe this, let alone an old lady, even at her mother's age, she can't believe it!

Sure enough, the old lady said: "This is true, and you can't believe it at all. You children are stupid in reading, and there is no one who does not believe in the Bodhisattva. The Bodhisattva is to blame."

Tang Jiao nodded quickly, her expression was very religious, she was holding the apple, charming and pretty, "Grandma, let's pay a respect to the cousin."

The old lady of the Tang family didn't want to go out, but it was her responsibility.

This is her grandson!

"you are right."

Looking at my granddaughter in this way, he nodded in satisfaction.

Tang Jiao encouraged the old lady of the Tang family to go out, but when she returned to the ward, she was dissatisfied with her mother. Mrs. Tang Lianyi said: "What do you care about him! They shameless people obviously took your money, but they are not People pretend not to know about money. Tang Heng still wants to pour dirty water on you! That is to say, you are so kind, otherwise..."

Mrs. Tang kept talking, Tang Jiao held her mother's hand, her brows were soft, but the light flashing in her eyes gave people a sense of disharmony.

Tang Jiao led Mrs. Tang and stood by the window, outside the window was full of spring, with green buds and green, full of vitality.

She held her mother and said meaningfully: "What is my mother worried about? Even if I really go to worship Buddha, I will pray for their shameless early death."

Tang Jiao had a smile on her face, but her tone was gloomy and cold.

Mrs. Tang was not used to her daughter being like this for a while, she reached out and touched her forehead, "Are you burnt out?"

Especially worried.

Tang Jiao shook her head and said softly, "Mother, it turns out that I am not sensible, but I won't be anymore."

Her voice was erratic, but what she said surprised Mrs. Tang.

"Since something is destined, they should die this time."

Mrs. Tang: "Yoyo..."

Tang Jiao patted her mother on the shoulder, her eyes curled, "Mother, as long as I remember, no matter what I do, I actually want them to die in my heart."

She stretched her waist and leaned against Mrs. Tang coquettishly: "Mother, you help me prepare clothes. I'll accompany my grandmother."

Mrs. Tang was unwilling and didn't move: "You are not well."

Tang Jiao smiled and said, "The Bodhisattva is so good to me, I have to thank her old man."

Mothers are always inferior to their daughters. Tang Jiao smiled and changed clothes. Her black hair was combed into two small buns. She was also a Baotou worn by a three- to five-year-old girl. The upper body was a pink and white striped sweater, and the lower body was gray. Pleated skirt.

Mrs. Tang did not agree: "It's cold outside."

This girl is not in good shape, what kind of skirt is she wearing.

Tang Jiao put on the white stockings and put on small leather shoes.

"I wear a jacket."

Mrs. Tang looked at her little brown leather suit and rolled her eyes: "This dress is short, can it still block your legs?"

Tang Jiao acted like a baby and resolutely refused to wear more.

When Tang Zhiyong walked in, he saw his daughter acting like a baby.

He asked in a deep voice, "What is this for?"

Mrs. Tang said helplessly: "Just take care of her, you must go to Tang Zhijie to worship Buddha with your mother-in-law if you wear so little. She is really a silly girl, and doesn't look at how others treat her.

Mentioning this, Tang Zhiyong also snorted and said, "I will arrange for him at 414." There was obvious show off in his tone. It was when he went to find A Heng that Tang Shijie was rescued, and he was also sent to the doctor immediately.

Tang Jiao glanced at her father, thinking that you don't think this is revenge, do you?

However, she was moved on her face. She shook Tang Zhiyong's arm softly and said, "I know that Dad loves me the most."

Regarding this 300 yuan thing, no one said that he had seen it, so it was a headless case.

However, in Tang Zhiyong's view, Tang Shijie must have taken this matter. Doesn't think it is Tang Heng.

On the other side, the Tang family old lady and the big room firmly believed that it was taken away by Tang Heng when there was a lot of chaos.

Who would have thought that the money was actually still on Tang Jiao!

She picked up her small bag, which was studded with rhinestones, a very trendy style, now in fashion, and this small bag contains 700 yuan.

Most people chew their heads for three to five years.

Seeing the expressions of her parents were still somewhat innocent, she said very sensibly: "It's always a family, and I don't want to see him like this. Hey, family and everything are happy."

Blinking his eyes, Tang Jiao saw that Mrs. Tang had appeared at the door of the ward, and added more sensibly: "As for money, don’t hold it accountable. Maybe it’s not cousin and A Heng, but they were snatched away by the cripples. They are not good people. What I am most worried about right now is that they have taken the money. Instead, I feel that my cousin is so rich, and I am more concerned about my cousin."

With that said, the old lady hurriedly opened the door, and she panicked and said, "Is it possible?"

He didn't even knock on a door.

Tang Zhiyong was also a little unhappy about his parents' favor of his elder brother's son, and his tone was hard: "How can it be impossible? Maybe he is blocked every day."

The old lady Tang was frightened, she only called Amitabha, and hurriedly pulled Tang Jiao: "Go, let's go to worship Buddha, and ask Guanyin Bodhisattva for help."

Tang Jiao cleverly helped the old lady up and smiled: "Don't be afraid, grandma, the Bodhisattva is the most spiritual. I will accompany you."

The little girls in the family disliked worshipping Buddha as not trendy. Although she didn't dare to say much in front of her, she never stepped aside. This time, Tang Jiao changed her temper, and Mrs. Tang was very satisfied.

Tang Zhiyong arranged a car for his mother and daughter, and then scolded Tang Shijie who was lying on the hospital bed, saying that he was a broom star. To be more conclusive, he must have stolen the money.

Mrs. Tang glanced at her husband, and said in her heart: You are such a great mallet! I think it is clearly Tang Heng.

It didn't say much on the surface.

Regardless of this, Tang Jiao accompanied the old lady Tang to the Chenghuang Temple. Both grandparents and grandchildren brought full piety, especially Tang Jiao, who was even worse than the old lady Tang.

Tang Jiao is not to blame. She felt that since she could go back twenty years ago, she must be blessed by gods.

She can't be ungrateful.

The two worshipped and worshipped, and Mrs. Tang, an old lady with small feet, immediately became tired.

Tang Jiao smiled, as if thinking of something, she patted her head and said playfully, "I've been out for so long, grandma is hungry."

She calmed down and said, "Grandma, I know that there is a pastry shop on the street next door that specializes in selling foreign goods from across the ocean. Why don't I buy some for you."

The old lady was somewhat satisfied, nodded, but took a look at Tang Jiao, and then said, "You still have money?"

Without waiting for Tang Jiao to answer, she said, "If you have money, help your brother. Your brother is no better than a girl like you. He entertains more and uses it everywhere."

Tang Jiao felt embarrassed and said softly, "My mother only gave me five yuan."

The old lady became dissatisfied again.

"Why is her mother so picky, it's not good to her daughters, is she still expecting to be good to Aheng? It is not easy for this child to fall into her hands.

Such an unreasonable old lady, Tang Jiao hated that she could kick her down in front of the Bodhisattva and let her reflect on herself.

No matter how disgusted in my heart, he said softly on the face: "I lost all the money my mother gave me. And a few days ago, Aunt Yu asked my mother to borrow a few hundred yuan, and my mother didn't have that much money. "

The old lady took a sigh of relief when she heard it, "Hundreds? Didn't she go to Nanjing to participate in some classmate meeting? It also takes a few hundred? How is the family defeated? It is such a prodigal. Your mother, mistress..."

Tang Jiao hurriedly said, "My father spoke. I don't have enough home, so my mother even took some subsidies from her private house to give Aunt Yu."

"This prodigal girl." The old lady hated it.

Had it not been for Hu Ruyu's absence, she would not have dealt with Tang Heng so easily!

Tang Jiao smiled shallowly: "Grandma, you are waiting for me here, sit inside and be warm. I'll come as soon as I go, and cars can't get through there."

The old lady finally nodded.

Tang Jiao smiled, turned around to leave, and thought of something. She turned her head and took off her little leather jacket and put it directly on the old lady's body: "It's cold, you don't wear too much, don't wear it."

Immediately ran away.

The old lady was stunned by her trouble.

Tang Jiao ran across the street, and soon came to the pastry shop. Although it was a little strange, it was still the same, it was still there!

She carried the pastry around an alley and came to a clothing store.

The pocket Browning ordered two days ago should arrive if you want to.

She pushed open the door, and the shopkeeper saw her, hurriedly greeted her, and invited people to the back room.

"It's cold today, I thought the lady wouldn't come." He greeted him, glanced at her clothes, and poured a cup of hot tea.

Tang Jiao smiled brightly and said, "How come? It's all agreed."

The shopkeeper nodded, feeling that he was young in his heart. His bone is still wearing a cotton jacket, and he is already wearing a skirt with bare legs.

This girl is only thirteen or fourteen years old. She is so youthful. I don't know how this person knows Qi Ye.

He didn't think too much, and soon held out the small wooden box.

"Please also Miss to inspect the goods."

Having said that, she didn't think Tang Jiao knew how well.

It's just that reality is like a gust of wind, slamming his face fiercely, and the little girl picks up Browning neatly, and rotates the load. She moves so fast that she can check it out in just a second. With a smile, he said, "Sure enough, it's a boutique, so I know that Si Ye's things are not cheating."

The shopkeeper was not sure how Qi Ye would introduce a young girl to buy a gun, but thinking that no one in Shanghai would dare to act in the name of Qi Ye, I didn't worry much.

Just in line with the principle of caution, he asked more.

"I've been to Seven Lords' Mansion twice, and I've never seen a young lady."

Tang Jiao was paying for the money without stopping. She put five hundred yuan on the table, and raised her head with a smile. Her watery eyes were like a crescent moon, but the shining traces were almost impossible. Cha's charming.

Her white index finger slid lightly on the pistol, and she smiled meaningfully, but this smile made people feel chills.

Her voice was so soft that the shopkeeper thought she would not answer.

"It seems that he doesn't have a wife my age in his family? You say, who am I?"

Tang Jiao smiled and stood up: "You come to Fuyaju another day on the birthday of the seventh master."

The shopkeeper's expression changed, but Tang Jiao had already got up and went out.

Coming to the street, a cold wind poured into the sweater, and she ran to the Chenghuang Temple.

It's so cold this day!

The author has something to say: The nickname is extra: The famous Qi Ye on the beach likes baby teeth! Very young, very young Lolita!