In the cold winter of 1982, Su Mianmian was forced into desperation by her vicious relatives, who wanted to sell her to a cripple in exchange for a bride price.
In order to save herself, she stopped the man at the train station who looked the most ferocious and wild and whom no one dared to mess with.
"Comrade, do me a favor. Pretend that my partner is coming home with me to celebrate the New Year. Food and accommodation are included. One yuan a day!"
Lu Zhanye, the demon king in the capital compound, is the sharpest knife of the special forces.
Looking at the crying little girl in front of him, he pinched out his cigarette and looked at her playfully:
"Okay, but my appearance fee is very expensive. I'm afraid you can't afford it."
After returning to the village, the whole village was watching the joke, betting that this vicious "second-rate man" would definitely beat his wife.
Result——
The best relative wants to flip the table? Lu Zhanye sat there, his aura fully aroused, making everyone weak in the legs.
Is the ex-scumbag here to pester you? Lu Zhanye picked up the person with one hand and threw her into the snow: "Get away, this is my wife."
Su Mianmian thought this was just a money transaction and they would break up after the New Year.
Unexpectedly, on New Year's Eve, the mountains were blocked by heavy snow, and a man and a woman were alone in the same room.
The earthen kang was burning hot, and Su Mianmian huddled in the corner, watching the man slowly unbutton his belt, revealing his strong and powerful muscle lines, and shivering in fear:
"You... What are you doing? We agreed to pretend..."
Lu Zhanye stepped forward and locked the person tightly in his arms.
He pressed against her ear, his voice hoarse as hell:
"Pretend? I never act."
"Not enough money to pay? Then use here, here... And here to pay."
"Be good, call me husband, and I will give you my life."
