Jiang Mianmian was reborn.
He hasn't changed his mind, he hasn't become smarter, he's still the same squeamish, lazy, and vain Hutong kid.
In her previous life, she disliked poverty and loved wealth, so she dumped the car repairman Huo Lin and married college student Zhao Jianguo.
It turns out that Zhao Jianguo is a phoenix man. Not only did he live in poverty, he also pulled out the oxygen tube when she was sick.
Before she died, she saw Huo Lin, the "mute" whom she despised, who had become the richest man in the capital, collecting his body for her with red eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in 1980.
Jiang Mianmian touched her delicate little face and shivered.
She didn't want to die, she still wanted to eat braised pork and wear a silk skirt.
Since Huo Lin will be so rich in the future, then in this life, she will reluctantly, "wrong" herself again, and hug this thigh.
As a result, everyone in the courtyard found that the style of painting had changed.
That delicate Jiang Mianmian goes to the car repair stall every day.
Not to send love, but to "supervise work."
"Huo Lin, I'm thirsty. I want to drink iced sour plum soup with ice!"
"Huo Lin, this stool is too hard, I want to sit on the back of your bicycle!"
Neighbor's aunt: "This girl still does that. Whoever marries her will be unlucky!"
Huo Lin wiped the engine oil on his hands and looked at the little ancestor who was bossing him around, with a smile on his lips.
"Well, I just like her way of making things happen."
