my husband is a killer

Chapter 250 New Life 12
"So Mrs. Lin, you must wear this ring. As long as you wear it, no matter where you are in the future, I will come back to find you!"

With a tone like an oath, she suddenly knew, not because of those gossips, but because he really knew the meaning of those two small rings, and he was willing to use these small rings to confess to her those things. The whole life he never said!
She nodded, said nothing more, obediently let the ring cover her finger, then solemnly picked up the other ring finger and put it on the ring finger of his left hand, and interlocked with his fingers!

There are no expensive diamonds, no complicated patterns, just two simple and ordinary rings, but at this time they are leaning on each other, and they shine brightly under the soft light of the wall lamp!
The porridge shop’s business has been getting better and better. In the past, there were only two pots of porridge cooked every day, but now four pots are added and sometimes it is not enough to sell. Pork liver porridge, seafood porridge, ginkgo bean curd porridge, etc. Because Kuching is mostly immigrants from Fujian and Guangdong, these tastes are exactly what they like. Not only Xiaheng Street, but even the surrounding areas are beginning to attract people to this "Blue Forest" "Come to drink porridge. Boss Lin and his wife are already too busy. Not long ago, they invited a little girl to help greet the guests. The surrounding shops are very envious!

It was around ten o'clock in the morning this day, and the porridge shop still had customers who got up in twos and threes at night to eat breakfast, and while they were eating, they could hear the noise outside.

After a while, the noise spread, and it became even louder when it reached the porridge shop next door. The sound of ping-pong-pong smashing things was accompanied by scolding and crying, and the guests put down their bowls and chopsticks and ran out to watch the excitement. The girl Ali also dropped her work and went out. Lan Jiao just stood at her door and looked around, then she was shocked!

Next to it is a flower shop. The owner is called Mrs. Zhang. Since her husband passed away, she has lived here alone with her seven-year-old son. She is also a very quiet person, and she gets along well with Lan Jiao.

At this time, a group of vicious and thug-like people gathered in the small flower shop, rummaging around, sweeping all the vases to the ground, and the fragments and residual flowers splashed all over the ground, Mrs. Zhang dared not say a word , only hugging her son Xiaohao tightly at the door, weeping uncontrollably, the leader of the group approached the trembling mother and son with a bald head and sneered:
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