Miss arrogant straw bag

Chapter 324 That's Good

Stopped by the little boy's sudden anger, Tang Zijun was stunned for a moment, unable to respond, and could only stare blankly at the little boy angrily yelling at her.

"How? I just lied to you. Who made you so stupid and insisted on being fooled? Can you blame me? You are stupid, you are so stupid. You deserve to be tied up!" The little boy yelled imposingly .

"I..." Tang Zijun just said a word, but was interrupted by the little boy yelling.

"What are you? I also want to eat? Don't lie to you, what should I eat? You deserve it, you can't blame others! Who told you to meddle in your own business!" The little boy yelled, a little hysterical.

Tang Zijun chose to shut up and looked at the emotional little boy.

After the little boy yelled, it seemed that he had finally used up his excess strength, and then he closed his mouth, but his chest heaved violently and he couldn't stop panting.

"What did you want to say just now? Do you want to scold me?" The little boy calmed down a lot at this time, and asked stubbornly with his head raised.

Tang Zijun smiled, without any sign of anger, and asked unhurriedly, "Is your mother not seriously ill?"

"Of course, I'm an orphan. Where can I get a seriously ill mother?" The little boy snorted coldly.

I thought Tang Zijun would be furious or swear, but Tang Zijun just raised the corners of his lips and sat against the wall without any other actions.

The little boy's dirty toes hidden in the rough straw sandals were tangled uneasily, and he wanted to leave, but was caught by something, making him unable to move away.

Tang Zijun slightly raised the corners of her lips, looked up at the thatched roof full of cracks above her head, and sighed softly: "That's good."

"What's that good?" The little boy was very angry, his eyes were red, "Are you saying that it's fine if I don't have a mother?"

How could a young lady like her understand their suffering?
Tang Zijun looked at the emotional little boy, his eyes were as calm as water, and he said slowly: "Isn't it great that there are no people who are really seriously ill and dying?"

The little boy was stunned, why he couldn't understand what Tang Zijun was saying?
"Shunzi, what are you doing dawdling in there?" Someone in the yard shouted loudly.

"Here we come." Shunzi, that is, the little boy, took a deep look at Tang Zijun, walked out quickly, and the door was firmly locked again.

Tang Zijun leaned against the wall, closed her eyes, and slowly sorted out these things.As for the hard steamed buns on the plate, she didn't even move.

Counting the time, while patiently listening to the movement outside.

About two hours later, the door was opened again, and Shunzi walked in, looking at the steamed buns on the plate that Tang Zijun hadn't touched, with a complicated look on his face.

He strode up to Tang Zijun, and asked in a cold voice: "Why? Missy, can't you eat such steamed buns? Let me tell you, this is already a supreme delicacy for me! You must have never been hungry , otherwise, you would have swallowed it long ago!"

"It's all like this, and you still pick and choose, what a stinking problem." Shunzi cursed viciously.

Tang Zijun opened his eyes and asked suddenly: "How old are you?"

Shunzi was stunned for a moment, then puffed out his chest and said, "It's thirteen, what's the matter?"

"Please go out, I want to stay by myself for a while." Tang Zijun directly issued the order to evict the guest.

(End of this chapter)