Looking at the cold and expressionless face in front of him, Yanqin almost wanted to cry without tears, and a thousand words were blocked in his mouth, like bones in his throat, so that he didn't know where to start.

"Lang Jun, you ......" he opened his mouth with a sad face, the worry between his eyebrows could be scraped off, and after thinking for a long time, he finally held back a sentence that could not be said: "You...... Are you still ...... Rest for yourself. ”

Sighing resignedly, Yanqin finally retracted his plan to remind Huan Zicheng and stepped forward to hold up the chair.

With the cleverness of his family, he didn't believe that the other party would not know the seriousness of the matter. And knowing that this is the case, but still being safe and sound, it shows that Huan Zicheng doesn't care about this.

It seems that his family Langjun is determined to be an iceberg.

What can he do if he burns the piano and is a small servant?

In the face of such a master who does not care about everything, and even the cold air is leaking through the cracks of his bones, what can he, a servant, do?

With a bitter face, Yanqin frowned next to the chair and thought for a while, then ran out of the study.

At this time, Boiling Crane had already summoned Qinmei and several other thirteen maids into the courtyard, and was walking face to face with Yanqin, both of whom were anxious.

Speaking of which, not anyone can enter Huan Zicheng's courtyard, especially the younger siblings below, who must be passed on to enter the courtyard, and they can't bring servants after getting permission, so they can only come alone.

This is nothing new in Fuchu either. Da Langjun is withdrawn and high-minded, and the servants in the house are known and unknown, so when Thirteen Niang visited, Qinmei and them were all standing outside the courtyard and waiting.

Seeing that the maids had all come in, Yanqin's heart was slightly relieved, and a smile appeared on her face, and she said with a smile: "Sisters, go in quickly, Da Langjun is invited." ”

Qin Mei nodded to him hurriedly and smiled reluctantly: "Thank you." As he spoke, he walked briskly to the study.

Since hearing that Thirteen Niang's health is not good, her heart has been hanging in the air, and when she entered the room to take a look, Qin Mei only felt that her eyes were dark, and she almost fell, but fortunately she was supported by the maid next to her.

"Girl!" As soon as she stood firm, Qin Mei immediately called, and she didn't care about Huan Zicheng at her side, so she rushed to Thirteen Niang in three steps and two steps, helped her up, and burst into tears.

"Girl, what's wrong with you? How can you faint? Don't scare Qinmei. Qin Mei said while crying, her expression full of panic.

From her to this head, the remaining maids also began to wipe their tears, and in an instant, there was a cry in the dead study, among which Qin Mei's voice was the loudest, crying while half-hugging Thirteen Niang and shaking and shaking.

At such a moment, the burning qin calmed down.

Although he is not very old, he is quite disciplined, while Qin Mei and the others are crying, he has quickly called to cook cranes, ordered him to go outside to call for a pocket, and ordered a clever little guy to ask the house doctor, but he was busy but not chaotic, and handled the matter properly.

Qin Mei naturally knew about these arrangements made by the burning qin.

Speaking of which, this should have been her business, but she was already shocked and frightened at this time, and when she saw that the burning qin was properly arranged, she simply cried vigorously, crying and trembling: "The girl's body is not very good, but she wants to hold on to this trip, but how is it good now?

As long as she thought of her wife, Qin Mei felt that her mouth was full of bitterness, and even her heart became bitter.

Mrs. has been looking forward to her pair of children being closer, but Huan Zicheng is as cold as a stranger to Thirteen Niang, Mrs. is extremely sad about this, the body that is not very good is also good and bad, and it can't be cured, I think it's because I can't get rid of this heart disease.

Qin Mei couldn't help but feel a little resentful in her heart.

Even if Qinghuan is handsome, he is really too chilling, what is the use of having a good-looking face?

Thinking like this, Qin Mei was sad again, and half-hugged Thirteen Niang to hide her tears and said: "Girl, wake up quickly, Madame is still waiting for you to go back and talk to her." ”

With tears in her eyes, she swept towards Huan Zicheng with the afterglow of her eyes, but saw the slender figure standing upright to the side, with wide cyan robe sleeves rolled with the night breeze, and her cold and handsome face did not contain a trace of emotion.

At this glance, Qin Mei only felt that her heart was cold, and she was full of pity again.

Her girl is bent on reconciling with her brother-in-law, but unfortunately, it is a piece of ice that is not hot, and the girl's wish is in vain, no matter how beautiful it is.

Thinking of this, Qin Mei's heart became more and more sad, and she couldn't help crying again: "The girl still takes care of herself in the future, but she will eventually become empty if she is blindly strong, no matter how good others are, it is not as important as the girl's own body." ”

Huan Zicheng listened to the maid's cry expressionlessly, and there was a dead silence between his eyebrows.

If it had been a different place, Qin Mei would never have dared to say such a thing, but today's situation is different.

Her girl obviously came to see her eldest brother with a lot of expectations, but she came and walked standing and walking, as the girl's personal ambassador daughter, Qin Mei couldn't escape the blame, and she felt sorry for her own girl's hard work in vain, so she cried so sadly.

What can be called popular is that the initiator of this matter, the first beautiful man in the famous Da Chen, Huan Zicheng, is still calm until this moment, neither stepping forward to inquire about the condition, nor even half a word of consolation and concern, just like a big iceberg, pestle straight in the room, which can almost freeze people to death.

The more Qin Mei thought about it, the more she felt that her girl was not worth it, so she simply cried loudly.

At this time, the healthy woman who carried the bag finally arrived, and everyone helped Thirteen Niang out of the door and put it on the pocket.

There was a big lantern under the porch, but the light was brighter than the study.

It wasn't until she came outside the house that Qin Mei found that Thirteen Niang's fall was quite not light, the corners of her forehead were bruised, and her palms were also rubbed with a layer of oily skin.

Qin Mei was so frightened that she forgot to cry, and hurriedly beckoned everyone to carry Thirteen Niang down the stone steps, and the group stepped out of the courtyard gate in a hurry.

Looking at their departing figures, Yanqin couldn't help but look back at Huan Zicheng, but he was meeting the other party's cold eyes.

He couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and hurriedly lowered his head.

Huan Zicheng's eyes at this time were exactly what he often saw.

There is no joy and anger, no joy and sorrow, no love, hatred and fear, only the cold and hardness of the plain, like eternal ice, condensed in the depths of the eyes.

Somehow, looking at such Huan Zicheng, the stomach full of complaints of Yanqin disappeared in an instant.

He shrunk his neck, not daring to say another word, and after thinking for a while, he hurried out.

This matter is not small, and Mrs. always has to explain a few words. Since Huan Zicheng doesn't want to move the nest at all, then he can only run for him, a little guy, in case the lady blames him, he can distinguish a few words for his own husband.