Chapter Ninety-Seven: Counting Income
"What?Zhong Xiucai?" Yang Bingshan's eyes widened like copper bells!
What does this mean? His son was admitted to Xiucai, and the person who reported the good news did not go to his house, and then he still had to learn the news from other people's mouths?
Yang Bingshan didn't know what to use to describe his mood at this time, whether it was anger, sourness, or sadness. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info
In just a few days, he experienced his wife's non-farewell, experienced his son's fame but kept him in the dark, and the smile on his fat face in front of Wande Haiyou was sarcastic.
His voice was like a magic sound piercing his ears, endlessly: "Boss Yang, congratulations, hey, brother, I really envy you, I have such an excellent son, I just don't know when you will have a banquet, so that we can witness the demeanor of Ling Gongzi!"
The irony in Wan Dehai's smile became more and more obvious, his son was admitted to show talent, but he didn't know it when he was a father, it was a big joke in the world.
After so many years of fighting with Yang Bingshan, neither of them will let anyone, and it is a fun thing to embarrass each other when they find an opportunity.
Yang Bingshan stuck a mouthful of saliva in his throat, and his heart was collapsed at this time.
But in the face of competitors, the momentum must not be weak.
"Brother Wan, rest assured, when you entertain the guests, you will definitely not be forgotten! By the way, I also wish you an early birth to a noble son, and you will also take a fame when you go back! Haha, Yang is one step ahead!"
After speaking, Yang Bingshan pretended to be calm, and left with steady steps.
Wan Dehai's fat and fat body trembled violently, his teeth were clenched, and he squeaked, eager to swallow Yang Bingshan alive.
Isn't it because his son is not angry? was poked in the most painful place in the center, and his red eyes were swollen and full of hatred.
"Hmph, Yang Bingshan, don't be too complacent, what's wrong with your son? I'm afraid you, the father, are not as good as a stranger in his eyes!"
Yang Bingshan's back stiffened when he heard his last words, and then he left as if nothing happened.
It's just that no one knows the fluctuations in his heart, why? The ancestors of the Yang family made a living in business, and there has not been a single scholar for several generations.
Let others see the joke in vain, Yang Bingshan couldn't get up or down in one breath, the card was uncomfortable, and he didn't ease his breath until he went to the house!
The more I think about it, the more angry I get, the more angry I get, Wen Suling has been lukewarm to him for so many years, and even his son has been educated not to take him as a father in his eyes.
At this time, a woman wearing a crimson long dress, heavy hair accessories, mandarin duck embroidered shoes, and thick makeup walked slowly, and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes became more and more obvious as she got closer and closer.
However, women may be different in Yang Bingshan's heart, and after her arrival, the resentment in men's hearts is obviously much better.
Women who can observe words and emotions are most liked by men: "Master, who made you angry? Why don't you talk to your concubine and help you share the burden?"
Not young, but well-maintained slender hands gently held the man's arm, making the resentment in Yang Bingshan's heart disappear.
"You're still sensible!"
"How can you say so well, master, it's all what a concubine should do!" The woman's eyelids drooped slightly, and the underside of her eyes shone brightly, but it was well covered.
"Master, my sister has been in the countryside for a while, although the concubine has taken over the affairs of the family, but she has no bottom in her heart, and she is afraid of living up to the trust of the master, so why don't you take my sister back, and the eldest young master!"
The woman is thinking about Yang Bingshan both inside and outside the words, but what about the subtext?
Yang Bingshan, who was already angry about Yang Yichen's good news and not writing his home address, was angry about losing such a beautiful thing in vain, not to mention how angry he was!
"Don't mention those two people to me, say that you will be the housekeeper, what are you afraid of?
This is directly depriving the Wen family's housekeeper of his rights!
The corners of the woman's mouth were slightly raised, and her eyes blinked lightly, revealing a triumphant smile.
"Wen Suling, more than ten years ago, you couldn't fight me, and now, you still can't fight me, even if you have a son, what kind of climate can a sick seedling become?"
The woman is none other than Liang Mei'er, the most favored woman in the Yang family's back house and the woman who has been in the house for the longest time.
The subordinates are the most rudder, the hostess of the Wen family is not there, and the housekeeper power falls into the hands of Liang Mei'er, and there are countless people who please Bajie for a while.
Liang Mei'er put down the teacup in her hand and bowed her head gently: "Since Mrs. Ben is the housekeeper, there are Mrs. Ben's rules, and you will see your respective performances in the future!"
Time goes back to half an hour ago, Liang Mei'er got the power of housekeeper from Yang Bingshan, and she was happy in her heart.
But he still chatted patiently with the man and listened to him until Yang Bingshan had something to deal with and returned to the study.
Immediately afterwards, people from the house came to her hospital one after another to show their loyalty, until now.
The new official took office with three fires, and the Yang Mansion was naturally facing a major rectification.
As for the male host, Yang Bingshan, he is macho and will not participate in the affairs of the backyard.
Especially Yang Yichen's actions made him angry, and at the same time, he spread his resentment on Wen Suling, holding his breath, and letting her power be eroded little by little.
As for the other protagonist of the matter, he doesn't pay attention to the development of this side at all.
All in all, the matter of the Yang Mansion is insignificant to Yang Yichen, and it is not as good as teasing the diligent and studious Liu Qingyan.
"Xiao Yan, have you learned a few words that you taught today?"
"Learned, thank you Brother Yang!"
Although on the first day, Liu Qingyan, who was officially enlightened, was well-behaved and obedient, practiced seriously, and won Yang Yichen's liking.
"Well, come to class every morning in the future, be free in the afternoon, and go home and practice hard by yourself!
"I will definitely finish it well!" The posture of respectfully saluting was presentable, and Yang Yichen was very satisfied with the results of the morning.
In the other room, Wen and Liu Qingxi have endless topics, women, they can't live without clothes and jewelry.
Don't look at Liu Qingxi as a peasant girl, but her insight is extraordinary, and she gave Wen a lot of good advice on dressing.
When Liu Qingyan came to the backyard under the leadership of Yang Yichen, she was still reluctant.
Seeing the two leave, his eyes turned to his son.
Yang Yichen was slightly uncomfortable stared at by his mother: "Mother, why are you always looking at me?"
"What are you doing, what's wrong? Can't you take a look yet?" It's just that I still can't figure out some thoughts about my son in my heart.
Time passed quietly, and in the blink of an eye, Liu Qingyan officially studied for seven days under Yang Yichen's professor!
Because he had just started contact, he was afraid that too many classes at one time would affect his interest, so seven days later, Yang Yichen gave him a day off.
Although Liu Qingyan likes to learn, he is a child in the end, and he has a lot of interest in playing.
When he got home at noon, he chirped: "Sister, Brother Yang let me take a day off!"
"That's right, let's go shopping in town tomorrow!"
The time was just right, and Liu Qingxi's last house repair work was completed today.
Huhula poured out the results of these days, and Liu Qingyan couldn't close his mouth in surprise!