Chapter 337
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This stench seemed to be coming from Zhao Ping 'er's body.
The closer he got, the stronger the stench became.
Liu San felt nauseous.
Why was this woman so smelly?
Liu San's original desire dissipated a lot.
But he especially wanted to play with this woman. She was a little smelly, but at least she was a human.
Compared to his own wife, Liu San was more willing to play with Zhao Ping 'er.
Zhao Ping 'er was hugged by the man, and she immediately understood what Liu San meant by comfortable.
"Let go of me. You want to take advantage of me? No way!" Zhao Ping 'er turned around and spat on Liu San's face.
This saliva just happened to spray on Liu San's face.
This saliva made Liu San very disgusted. Compared to the stench on her body, it was a little smelly.
Liu San felt strange. Why was a woman smelly everywhere? Not only was her body smelly, but her mouth was also smelly. In this way, how could he make a move on her?
What made Liu San lose interest was when he saw Zhao Ping 'er's face.
The eye-catching birthmark on her face startled Liu San, who looked like a ghost.
Liu San took a few steps back and patted his chest, as if he was still in shock.
After seeing Zhao Ping 'er's face, Liu San could only admire any man who could make a move on her.
"You stinky woman, who wants to make a move on you? You're really unlucky. You're smelly and ugly! "
As Liu San spoke, he patted his clothes dispiritedly, nodded, and left.
It was all those women's fault. He didn't get Zhao Xinhui because of them. He wouldn't want Zhao Ping 'er even if she offered herself to him.
After Liu San left, although no one took advantage of her, Zhao Ping 'er felt even worse than being taken advantage of.
He sniffed his own body, wanting to know if it was really that smelly.
If he smelled it carefully, he could indeed smell it. But she had already washed it a few times. She couldn't possibly wash it again, right? Moreover, boiling hot water was a waste of firewood. Her grandmother wouldn't let her wash too much.
As for her face …
What could she do? Was she to be blamed for being ugly?
Liu San's words, "Who wants to mess with her?" were still lingering in her mind.
Was there really no man who wanted her in this lifetime? She really couldn't get married?
Zhao Ping 'er fell into an unprecedented melancholy and began to doubt herself …
…
The next morning, Zhao Yun 'er drove her little donkey to Aunt Liu's house.
Early in the morning, the donkey looked as if it hadn't woken up yet. It looked reluctant, and Zhao Yun 'er couldn't pull it away even when she pulled on the rope.
Although he wasn't big, his strength wasn't weak.
"Xiao Mao, what's wrong? Why are you throwing a tantrum? "Zhao Yun 'er patted Xiaomao's head.
However, Furry dodged somewhat arrogantly.
"Hey, you're really throwing a tantrum! Do you not want to help me get people? "
Xiaomao blinked as if it was nodding.
This little b * stard … Zhao Yun 'er deeply suspected that she had bought a donkey spirit back.
It probably wouldn't work if she forced Xiaomao to leave. This little donkey had a temper.
Zhao Yun 'er could only coax it. "Xiao Mao, do you know? When I was at my most difficult time, it was Aunt Liu's family who helped me. Now that Uncle Liu is sick and has to go to Yang City, you have to help me get people to see a doctor. Be good, I'll make braised pork for you when you come back! "
Xiaomao considered for a moment and didn't make a fuss. It cooperated with Zhao Yun 'er and walked towards Aunt Liu's house.
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