Chapter 492 (2/2)

The county is more than 100 miles away from the village. You need to walk more than 50 miles on the mountain road, and then take a long-distance bus.

A knife accompanied Zhang Guihua to the county.

Aunt Biao warmly received their mother and daughter, and happily said: ”Osmanthus fragrans, if that rich man takes a fancy to you, you will fall into the happiness nest. That rich man is very good, and his family is rich. He is a big boss. His original wife is a sick child, and she can't give birth to a child. She died a year ago.”

Zhang Guihua is noncommittal, just smile.

Aunt Biao asked for credit and said: ”the rich man wants to find a wife. Many people introduce him. It can be said that there are a large number of women who want to marry him. I do the work of the rich man again and again. I told him that my relative is young, beautiful, and has a big butt. He can definitely have a son. With my three inch tongue, I let the rich man move his heart and promise to meet osmanthus.”

”Thank you, aunt.”

Zhang Guihua's mouth is very sweet. She has already figured out the countermeasures.

On the day of blind date, aunt Biao took Zhang Guihua to a teahouse.

In one of the elegant seats of the teahouse, there was an old man. He looked at least fifty years old.

Aunt Biao said, ”Mr. Li, this is my cousin Zhang Guihua, who is 20 years old. Osmanthus, this is Mr. Li

Zhang Guihua called out: ”Hello, Mr. Li!”

Aunt Biao corrected: ”osmanthus, you should call brother Li.”

Zhang Guihua shouts obediently: ”Hello, brother Li.”

”Good, good, I'm good, Hello, everybody.”

My cousin said, ”Mr. Li, I've brought you some people. You two have a good chat. I have to go to the street and buy some things.”

Aunt Biao is gone.

Zhang Guihua sat down and said with a smile, ”brother Li, why don't you have hair on your head? It's like a bald ass

Mr. Li's heart sank, thinking: is there something wrong with the girl's brain? Otherwise, how can we call me a bald ass when we meet.

After all, it was the first time we met. Mr. Li stood up and said, ”ha ha... Although I have less hair, I am smart. Otherwise, how can I open a factory and earn so much money? I tell you: people with more hair are all idiots.”

Zhang Guihua looked at Mr. Li and asked, ”brother Li, the wrinkles on your face are like plowed fields. It's so ugly.”

Mr. Li's heart sank again. He concluded that the girl had some intellectual problems. Maybe she was a fool. Otherwise, she would never talk like that.

”Ha ha... I'm weather beaten, so I have wrinkles on my face. You know, there's a story in every wrinkle.”

Zhang Guihua said with a smile: ”brother Li, your head is so small. It looks like a little mouse.”

Mr. Li couldn't hold his breath any longer. He took out his mobile phone and called Aunt Zhang Guihua's watch. He asked unhappily, ”Hey, is there something wrong with your relative's head?”