The beauty of the peasant girl of crossing

Chapter 90 Calculation
"Have you forgotten that I have broken up with you, and it will have nothing to do with you from now on."

Shen Furong said in a cold voice, "I came back today just because I didn't want to see death without help. In the future, we will return to the bridge and return to the road. We will live our own lives, and no one should disturb anyone!"

"Furong, don't you say that! Isn't this killing me?"

Huang Shi patted his thigh and began to cry, "How could you and your father secretly break off without the consent of your grandparents? The family has worked so hard to raise you so much, but you have to cut off your relationship with the family. It was struck by lightning!"

In Huang's view, as a child of their Shen family, Shen Furong owes the Shen family. Since she is now with Young Master Xiao and has no shortage of money, she should use the money for her use. give her flowers.

Shen Furong actually wants to leave this house now, and she doesn't want to be manipulated by her anymore, it's simply outrageous.

There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of Shen Furong's mouth, "I believe that God has eyes, and if there is really a thunder, it will also be hacking that person with bad intentions!"

She is not the Virgin, they forced the original owner to death, and now they want to use her, how can she not be angry?

She was able to try to save Shen Dazhu, and she was doing her best, and in the future, they would never get a penny from her.

Besides, Xiao Tianmo had already agreed to return the deed of betrayal to her. If she continued to be entangled with these superb family members, they would definitely plan her marriage in the future.

Seeing that Shen Furong's face became cold, Xiao Tianmo also showed a displeased expression, Shen Hongyong hurriedly pulled Huang Shi aside, and he stepped forward and said with a smile:

"Furong, that's not what your milk meant. She is also reluctant to bear you. Don't worry, even if you cut off your relationship, your grandfather's love for you will not change. Your grandfather and your milk will always wait for you at home. Come back when you get homesick.”

Shen Hongyong had a smile on his face and looked at Shen Furong expectantly, as if he was really a good grandfather who always thought of his granddaughter.

Shen Furong knew that his grandfather was not simple, and said lightly:
"No need, the former Shen Furong has long since died, and now I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore. In the future, I will not come back!"

After she finished speaking, she didn't stop, turned around and strode out the door.

Xiao Tianmo, Duan Sheng, Li Yeyu, and Li Yelan immediately raised their feet and followed her.

Seeing a few people disappearing outside the door in a blink of an eye, Huang turned his head and muttered to Shen Hongyong in dissatisfaction,
"Why did you stop me? She rarely comes back, why didn't she ask her for some filial money? Now that it's done, people are gone, and I can't get any benefits if I want..."

"A woman's opinion! Will you give it if you want it?"

Shen Hongyong glanced at the door with a gloomy look, "Don't you see that, if she doesn't want to, we won't get anything from her."

"She is reluctant? Her reluctance is unfilial! We have raised her so much for nothing, and her conscience has been eaten by dogs!"

Huang scolded, but he knew in his heart that what Shen Hongyong said was true.

She could see now that Shen Furong was no longer the little girl who would tremble with fright when she said a word out loud.

This girl has become strong and arrogant now, that is a kind of arrogance exuding from her bones, which makes people not dare to underestimate.

Seeing that Huang Shi was still stubborn, Shen Hongyong snorted with his nostrils, feeling quite unhappy.

He withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Shen Dazhu, who was still asleep on the bed.

If it wasn't for the old lady who was reluctant to bear the labor of her eldest son and spent a lot of her savings asking her husband to see a doctor, the eldest son might not have insisted that the girl from Furong would come over.

It's rare for the old lady to be smart once, but she has shallow eyelids.

But it doesn't matter. After all, the eldest son is the real father of that girl, Furong. Facts have proved that even if the girl becomes cruel, she will still be thinking of her eldest son.

As long as the eldest son is still at home, that girl will come back one day sooner or later.

……

Shen Furong came to the carriage, and just stepped on the upper stool to get on the carriage, when she heard a call from behind, "Sister Rong!"

She slipped and almost fell headfirst, but fortunately, Li Yeyu, who was standing beside her, reached out her hand in time to support her.

Shen Furong looked at Shen Nanyang who ran over with resentment.

Please, big brother, don't just yell and scare people, okay?
I'm not Sister Rong, and neither are you Brother Jing!
Shen Nanyang ran to her to meet Shen Furong's gaze, raised his arm and handed over a small cage made of bamboo strips,
"You're leaving, eldest brother has nothing to give you. You used to like this Annunciation Bird the most. I climbed all over the nearby trees and finally found one. You can keep it as a companion!"

Shen Furong looked into the bamboo cage and saw a small magpie with black feathers covering its head, neck, back and tail, a strand of blue down on the back of its neck, and pure white shoulder feathers.

She reached out to take the bamboo cage and smiled at Shen Nanyang, "Thank you!"

Shen Nanyang scratched the back of his head a little embarrassedly, lowered his head and smiled, looking naive.

Shen Furong looked at Shen Nanyang with a much gentler expression, "I'm leaving, take care of you!"

After speaking, Shen Furong stopped delaying, turned around and boarded the carriage.

Hearing the sound of people and horses gradually leaving, Shen Nanyang raised his head, his eyes fell on the direction Shen Furong left, and his expression became colder and colder.

The carriage went all the way, and soon came to the entrance of Shenjia Village. Just as it was about to turn, a person suddenly ran out of the slash and stopped directly in front of the carriage.

Li Yelan, who was driving the carriage, hurriedly pulled on the reins, soothed the frightened horse, and shouted to the crowd:
"Who are you? Don't you die!"

It was none other than Aunt Liu, who usually did not deal with the Huang family.

Second Aunt Liu was also taken aback. She had been squatting at the entrance of the village for a long time, her feet were numb, and she finally saw the carriage approaching. Without thinking much, she rushed out.

Hearing Li Yelan asking at this moment, she slapped her thigh and shouted,
"Oh, I'm in a hurry too! What, is that girl Furong in the car? I have something to tell her, let her get down, no, I'll go up and find her..."

Second Aunt Liu said, took a few steps and rushed to the carriage. Before Li Yelan could react, she began to climb on the carriage with excitement on her face.

At this moment, Second Aunt Liu had forgotten her original intention of waiting here, and she only wanted to sit in this noble carriage with her eyes full of eyes.

She and Shen Furong's grandmother, Mrs. Huang, have been fighting skills since they were young, and they have to compete with each other in everything. Now that Mrs. Huang has ridden in this high-headed carriage, she has to sit down and enjoy what she says.

Li Yelan, who was dumbfounded, quickly recovered and rushed into the carriage to shout, "Miss Shen, Yu'er, this, this, this aunt climbed into the carriage..."

Shen Furong and Li Yeyu on the carriage had already heard the movement, and now Li Yeyu had reached out and lifted the carriage curtain to a corner to look out.

Unlike Huang's thinness, Second Aunt Liu was a little fat, and the coarse cloth clothes seemed to burst at any time.

At this moment, the way she twisted her hips and struggled to climb up the carriage was indescribably funny.

Li Yeyu's mouth twitched, and she couldn't help laughing.

Shen Furong is also full of black lines.

(End of this chapter)