Chapter 199 The Evil Speaker, Let the Tongue Curse!

"What are you looking at? Country turtles, elder sister's clothes can't be bought even after a year of planting." The woman saw Yang Zimei looking at her with disdain, and found that she was handsome and fair-skinned. My mind became unbalanced, and I started cursing.

Yang Zimei was really speechless about such a high-quality product, so she didn't bother to pay any attention to her.

Who knows, her ignorance will turn into contempt and contempt in the eyes of others.

Taking advantage of the sudden stop of the car, the woman deliberately raised her feet in high heels, wanting to step on Yang Zimei's feet.

Naturally, Yang Zimei would not be stepped on by her. She shrank her feet and pointed her toes a little, kicking on the woman's hamstrings——

"Ouch--"

The woman screamed like killing a pig, stretched out her hand and grabbed Yang Zimei's collar, "You bitch, dare to step on me?"

Passengers all around looked at them—

Everyone saw the woman's vexatiousness just now, so the sympathetic eyes were all directed towards Yang Zimei.

"I stepped on you, so what?"

Yang Zimei was also angry, raised her foot, and stepped on the woman's foot again.

The woman jumped up, yelled, and said all kinds of unpleasant words.

Well, if you scold people so much, then let you scold you forever!

Yang Zimei's fingers were darkly sealed, and a suffocating aura shot out, hitting the woman's Adam's apple—

The woman only felt that her throat was cold, and her mouth continued to spew all kinds of unpleasant swearing words, and the people around her were sweating and accused her of being unqualified.

Seeing the arrival of the stop sign on Brunei Street, Yang Zimei also got off the bus.

And that woman, like a child in red dancing shoes, still couldn't stop her mouth, continued to swear all kinds of words, and was finally kicked out of the car by the driver.

However, she still couldn't stop, she scolded everyone when she saw her, and just met her boss on the street, she couldn't control it, and expressed her usual grudges against her boss in ugly words.

The boss's face darkened, and he said to her coldly, "You don't have to go to work tomorrow!"

When she got home, she kept scolding her father-in-law, her husband, sister-in-law, and uncle. She was beaten by her husband and went out to go back to her mother's house, but she kept scolding, as if possessed.

She was afraid of death, she desperately covered her mouth and gritted her teeth, trying to control herself, but she couldn't control herself...

In the end, she couldn't take it anymore, and she bit off her own tongue. Fang could no longer speak, and would never swear again.

If she knew that everything she was enduring now was because she offended Yang Zimei, and she was cursed by her tongue, she probably wouldn't dare to curse anyone in the future.

Again, if you offend anyone, don't offend the feng shui physicist, otherwise, you won't know how you died.

Yang Zimei came to Mo Xuan with the bag of copper plates.

Lin Qingmei, dressed in a cheongsam with black plums on a white background, sat in front of the counter like a hostess, carefully cleaning a bronze mirror, and looking at it from time to time, smiling sweetly, her eyes filled with joyful happiness.

Song Xuan came out of the store, holding a whisk, sitting next to Lin Qingmei, gently sweeping the dust, and smiling at her from time to time.

Seeing this very familiar picture in front of him, Yang Zimei's eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, and he pursed his lips and smiled.

Really happy for Song Xuan!

A person like him deserves to have such a warm and tacit happiness, instead of being disturbed by his own arrogance and disrupting the trajectory he should take.

However, Mr. Song's eyes were no longer focused on her, and she felt a little lost, a feeling of losing a beloved toy.

But no matter what, she hopes that he can be happy, because she can't give him this kind of happiness.