Chapter 915
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As soon as Lin Mumu and An Mingxuan got out of the car, they were surrounded by the nearby villagers.
After getting out of the car, the little soldier immediately helped Lin Mumu ask:
"Excuse me, how do we get to Liu Yuanyuan's house?"
"You're looking for a college student in our village. Her house is at the east end of the village, I'll take you there." An enthusiastic sister-in-law, holding a three-year-old child in her arms, walked in front of them and led the way.
Among the onlookers, there were five aunts in their thirties, and several little boys and girls about ten years old.
The little soldier who drove the car, wearing a camouflage uniform, stood vigilantly by Lin Mumu's side to prevent anyone from harming her at any time.
Lin Mumu smiled gratefully at him, and then casually chatted with An Mingxuan:
"The village is really lively during the New Year, the flowery cotton-padded jacket is really beautiful."
The aunts were basically wearing flowery cotton-padded jackets. Although the current economic development was good, many places had begun to wear down jackets or ski jackets, and very few people wore cotton-padded jackets.
But this village was relatively backward, and the village's economic efficiency wasn't good, so self-made cotton-padded jackets were the mainstream.
The several sisters-in-law who led the way for Lin Mumu, as well as their children, were all wearing a variety of flowery cotton-padded jackets. It was a very lively atmosphere for the New Year.
After a few steps, an aunt wearing a big red cotton-padded jacket hesitantly asked Lin Mumu:
"Are you Liu Yuanyuan's classmate?"
"En."
"Did Liu Yuanyuan learn bad things in college? She came back dressed like a demon. "The aunt said hesitantly.
"No, Yuanyuan is very simple." Lin Mumu's eyes widened.
If such a simple person like Liu Yuanyuan was called a demon, then she, Lin Mumu, must also be a demon in their eyes. If An Xiaoqin walked around, she would definitely be a demon.
Lin Mumu looked at the aunt and felt that Liu Yuanyuan's clothes weren't as bright as hers.
The aunt didn't think there was anything wrong with her, and just muttered:
"College students are really different. When they come back from college, they already wear the city's down jackets and boots, and even bought skirts. I've seen them in the city, a down jacket costs several hundred yuan.
Their family is so poor, how could they afford to buy it? It must be because they have a bad style and fooled around with a man outside. She let a man buy it for her. "
Lin Mumu was so angry that her face turned white, and she abruptly stood still:
"Don't talk nonsense without any basis. Liu Yuanyuan is still a teenage girl. She will get married in the future. Aren't you afraid of retribution for slandering her just because she dresses nicely?"
"Hey, you're still angry? I don't think you're a good person. A woman with two men, and you even brought a car over. Who are you showing off to?
What do you do? You're just a student, how can you afford to buy a car? Could it be that she didn't rely on men?
Tell me, what's the relationship between you two? You're just like Liu Yuanyuan, relying on your beauty to seduce men. "The aunt wearing the red cotton-padded jacket bluntly criticized Lin Mumu.
"I can testify in front of the military flag that Comrade Lin Mumu is the chairman of a listed company in Beijing. Her annual income is in the hundreds of millions. What you are worried about will not happen at all, "the little warrior suddenly said.
The auntie was still a little afraid of soldiers. She opened her mouth but couldn't say anything.
An Mingxuan looked at the little warrior in astonishment, and then said:
"Our city pays attention to free love. Even if I have a relationship with her, I don't need to report it to you. After all, she's such an outstanding girl, isn't it normal for a man to like her?"
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