Pretty idiots are born to be played with and ruined by their husbands.

Chapter 59 You're already 28, Zhou Gangxun

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Ruan Zhijuan, looking completely bewildered, scrambled to her feet, rubbing her bottom. She stared wide-eyed at Zhou Gangxun's face, "Zhou Gangxun, you...you saw me fall to the ground?"

Hmm? Hmm? Hmm (๑•̌.•̑๑) ˀ̣ˀ̣ Look me in the eyes and answer me!

"Oops, my hand slipped." Zhou Gangxun said coldly as he picked the person up and carried them back.

Ruan Zhijuan pouted and grabbed Zhou Gangxun's neck with both hands. "You can't drop me again this time. Are you... are you starving? I'm so light and you can't even hold me. Can't you eat more...?"

He became increasingly guilty as he spoke, wondering if he had eaten too much.

But Zhou Gangxun was quite impressive at noon, carrying three large bags, a suitcase, and even himself, and there were many people watching him on the street.

Ruan Zhijuan gritted her teeth and reluctantly decided, "I...I'll leave you a bite of meat from now on, just one bite, is that enough...is that enough? You probably don't really like eating meat, and eating too much meat isn't good...it'll make you fat...it'll..."

Ruan Zhijuan couldn't come out of her mouth, saying, "In short, eating too much is not good."

"Really? But you're eating quite well." Zhou Gangxun squeezed some shampoo into his hand, grabbed it on Ruan Zhijuan's head, added water, and rubbed it to create bubbles.

"I...I'm different. I'm still growing. How can we compare? You're already twenty-eight, Zhou Gangxun, and I'm only nineteen. I'm still very young." Ruan Zhijuan snorted. Was Zhou Gangxun trying to skimp on his meat again? They had agreed that there would be two meat dishes at every meal.

Zhou Gangxun's eyes darkened as he heard Ruan Zhijuan's words, "How can we compare? You're already twenty-eight, Zhou Gangxun, and I'm only nineteen. I'm still very young."

"I'm twenty-seven," he emphasized, elaborating, "I'll be twenty-eight on the 13th of April next year."

"I'm not twenty-eight now."

"Oh." Ruan Zhijuan blinked. He heard it. Why did Zhou Gangxun repeat it so many times? Is he getting old and forgetful? Did he forget it as soon as he said it?

"Zhou Gangxun, let's not talk about this anymore." Ruan Zhijuan shook her head and continued to ask, "We weren't finished talking about Xiao Ma."

Zhou Gangxun's face, which had just regained some color, darkened again. "Little Ma, Little Ma, Little Ma, is Little Ma your husband? Little Ma every day."

He remained silent, first giving Ruan Zhijuan a pair of towering horns, then grabbing two devil horns to appease himself, before revealing his unreadable expression, "He's not dead. He came to get the rental contract, and when he came up just now, he didn't see the road clearly, missed a step, and knocked out his teeth."

Xiao Ma called Zhou Gangxun half an hour earlier, saying he was coming to deliver mung bean soup and plum juice, and to pick up the old rental contract. Zhou Gangxun was already at the food street at the time, so he asked Xiao Ma to come up and wait for him.

I should have made him wait downstairs for me to bring it down, or told him to come back tomorrow.

"But they said they saw Xiao Ma die at noon." Ruan Zhijuan wanted to open her eyes, but she was afraid that the foam would fall into her eyes, so she could only tilt her head back and "look" at Zhou Gangxun with her eyes closed.

"Them?" Zhou Gangxun looked at Ruan Zhijuan, who was squinting, and suddenly moved closer to stare at him. He began to lift Ruan Zhijuan's clothes, examining him inch by inch. He said unaffected, "Xiao Ma had just left the neighborhood at noon when he was knocked unconscious and robbed. His money and clothes were stolen."

"That's where he got his head injury. He needed several stitches. It wasn't him who was hit by the car and killed; it was the person who robbed him."

Zhou Gangxun's eyes darkened slightly. He had heard about the car accident at noon from the owner of the barbecue restaurant on the snack street.

The vehicle involved in the accident was a hearse. After the funeral home staff turned off the engine, they stopped by the roadside to buy water. After walking a few steps, they saw the hearse slide off its own, getting faster and faster, as if someone inside the car was pressing the accelerator.

It wasn't until it hit the robber that the tire got stuck on his head and rolled several times before finally stopping.

The barbecue restaurant owner said the person in the hearse was named Wei Jiandong.

He was hit by a car and killed a few days ago on the way to the police station. When they came to identify the body, his family insisted that 200 yuan was missing, saying that the funeral home staff had taken it secretly, and they made a big scene.

The two hundred yuan that Xiao Ma picked up last night should belong to Wei Jiandong.

In Hong Kong, they say this is money earned as a substitute for death.

Wei Jiandong died a violent death. People who die violently need to lure others to die in the same way in order to be freed from their bondage and reincarnated.

It was indeed Xiao Ma who was originally supposed to die, but the robber who stole his money eagerly became his scapegoat.

He survived, but he suffered a lot.

"Zhou Gangxun." Ruan Zhijuan suddenly sat up unsteadily, her head held high, her six or seven little horns pointing skyward, and squinted at Zhou Gangxun, demanding, "Why have you been trying to take off my clothes?"

"Not taking a shower?" Zhou Gangxun lowered his eyes, staring at Ruan Zhijuan, whose shirt was stuck around her neck and pants were stuck around her calves, her white skin blurring in his line of sight. He said with a deep look in his eyes, "You smell like urine, you're too dirty."

It's so dirty it makes your teeth itch.

That's how it is; those few pieces of meat were constantly tempting him every day.