Chapter Eighty-Seven: Wearing the Wrong Thread Again
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But it was only awkward for a moment, and she no longer bothered about Ma Mingyu's intentions and continued to eat.
Fat Mai Sui'er's appetite was ruined, and she pouted and looked at her girl.
The girl's heart is so big, she can still eat.
After a while, she remembered what Doudou had told her in the morning.
couldn't help but remind: "Girl, then you won't be able to go to the White Tiger Camp tomorrow." ”
The chopsticks in Doudou's hand paused, she originally planned to ask the guards to send a message to Cheng Xiaofei, so that he could take time to go to Huo Xiao's big tent tomorrow.
Zhang Ye and Du Ye were caught, and the two of them could interrogate the kidnappers about the kidnapping case that year, and discuss the plan to deal with the Zhu family by the way.
The wicked woman had been at large for three and a half years, and it was time for an end.
As a result, Ma Mingyu was so interrupted, and he had to stay in the house tomorrow to socialize, so this matter could only be postponed.
Doudou was very impatient to take care of this Miss Mada.
Since he knew that he was Huo Xiaowangye's cousin, and he didn't want to see her, the young lady of the General's Mansion, he still held on to it, which delayed a lot of things.
She thought for a while and said, "Later, you will still arrange for someone to send a letter to Brother Xiaofei, since it won't work tomorrow, then the day after tomorrow, just say that the little general Zhongli has something to ask him, so that the people in the new barracks will talk more...... Well, by the way, let's see how things are going on your master's side. ”
"Yes, girl. ”
Fat Mai Sui'er picked up the chopsticks, no longer had an appetite and couldn't starve herself, which was exactly the same as the master and servant.
Doudou said again: "Also, after eating, you go out and buy some things for me." ”
Fat Mai Sui'er bit her chopsticks and looked at her, it was almost dark this day, and she still wanted her to go shopping?
Doudou smiled, and ordered Fat Mai Sui'er a few words like this.
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At midnight the next day, Ma Mingyu's carriage arrived at the door of the house on time.
Just like Doudou went to Mafu for a banquet that day, Ma Mingyu also put on a show today.
Although the carriage is not as wide as Huo Xiao's, it is not much more luxurious and exquisite.
With sixteen guards, eight maids, and four mothers-in-law, the movement was as loud as a princess's travel.
However, no matter what Ma Mingyu's purpose is to make such a big move, when he encounters a person like Doudou who does not play cards according to common sense, he is destined to be bored.
The old man Meng who guarded the door was not there, and only a sweeping woman was left at the door of the house, and the purpose was not to greet Miss Ma, but to open the door for her.
Not only did General Zhongli not show up, but even the short and fat guy beside her was nowhere to be seen.
Seeing this, Yixiang lowered the curtain of the car, and said to Ma Mingyu a little angrily: "Miss, Zhongli Ai Dou is too arrogant, and he actually treats guests like this. ”
Yi Qiao is also angry, her eldest lady is the most noble lady in Liangzhou City, the first beauty in the northwest, which mansion to visit on weekdays is not like the stars holding the moon.
Even their personal maids are the best tea and the best snacks, and no one dares to offend them at all.
Zhong Li Ai Dou is just the cousin of the little prince, and he is just pulling the banner of the tiger skin, so he really shouldn't take a stand like this.
The strong dragon still doesn't crush the head snake!
Coupled with the fact that he deliberately fainted the young lady in their mansion that day, the feud between him and their horse mansion became bigger.
Yi Xiang couldn't turn the horse's head and return to the general's mansion.
Ma Mingyu, who has a big temper on weekdays, is not angry at all, and unhurriedly takes out his rhombic glasses to check his makeup.
The makeup is perfect and the bun is intact.
She threw the rhombic glasses on the small table and smiled very confidently: "He won't be crazy for long." ”
Yixiang Yiqiao didn't understand what her eldest lady meant, and looked at her sneerfully.
Ma Mingyu shouted: "Still stunned, get out of the car." ”
Yixiang hurriedly reached out to support her eldest lady, and Yiqiao had already jumped out of the carriage to open the curtain for them.
Although the mother-in-law at the door of the house was doing rough work, she was not frightened by such pomp and circumstance at all.
She walked up to Ma Mingyu unhurriedly and blessed her body: "The old slave has seen Miss Ma. ”
The attitude is respectful but not humble or arrogant, and there seems to be a trace of ...... in his eyes Disdain.
Yixiang was about to have a seizure, and Ma Mingyu smiled: "Please let my mother lead the way." ”
The mother-in-law didn't say much and invited the group in.
Sanjin's house is actually not small, but in Ma Mingyu's eyes, it is very simple and simple, and the jealousy and dissatisfaction in his heart seem to have dissipated a lot.
Even if everything the man said was true, she didn't have to worry too much.
With the power and financial resources of Huo Xiaowangye, how could the person he really put in his heart live in such an unbearable place.
It seems that Zhongli Aidou's status in Huo Xiao's heart is no more than that.
The guards stayed outside the second gate, and she took eight maids and four mothers-in-law into the inner courtyard with the sweeping mother-in-law.
The house is small, the garden is naturally smaller, there are no precious flowers and plants, and there is no comparison with the garden of the General's Mansion at all.
Not only Ma Mingyu, but even the maids and daughters-in-law are complacent.
Today is a noble step.
Their arrogance had just come to the fore when a melodious sound of the harp came from the garden.
The maids and ladies don't understand the rhythm of music, but they only feel that this piano sound is beautiful and pleasant, and people feel very comfortable when they listen to it.
Ma Mingyu is different, she invited several famous teachers for her to play Xiao'er Yu, and she can be regarded as having a taste of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
She couldn't help but pause.
The man caressed ...... It is "Qi Ao" in the Book of Poetry and Wei Feng.
"Miss, ...... you" Yixiang was a little puzzled and reminded aloud.
Ma Mingyu pursed his lips and continued to walk forward.
Soon a wall of flowers appeared in front of them, covered with pink briars.
Under the wall of roses sits a teenager playing the harp.
If it weren't for that unforgettable face, Ma Mingyu would almost think that she had recognized the wrong person.
is completely different from going to Mafu for a banquet that day, today's Zhongli Aidou is dressed in white, and only a mutton fat hosta is pinned to his head, which looks extremely simple.
However, this white dress is like a fairy coming to the world, which is even more heartbreaking than the glamorous clothes of that day.
"Qiao Qiao" was originally a woman's praise for men, expressing her admiration for men.
But Zhong Li's piano sound was completely for himself, because he deserved such praise.
Zhilan jade tree, falling Yingyangyang.
There are bandit gentlemen, such as cutting and learning, such as grinding.
Even Huo Xiaowangye, who she has loved for many years, is far less delicate than him.
The wild roses growing in the field were originally a bit of a gaudy pink, but behind him they were not eye-catching at all, but added a bit of warmth and vitality to him.
Ma Mingyu was stunned, and seemed to have completely forgotten what the man had said to her.
If it weren't for the century-old noble family, how could he be such an elegant young man.
There was only one thing on her mind at the moment.
Today, his gorgeous clothes and exquisite makeup are like a clown jumping off the beam in front of Zhongli Aidou, and he looks unbearable.
She seems to be wearing the wrong one again. (To be continued.) )