Chapter Twenty-Eight: Schoolgirls

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Mrs. Song used to burn incense and worship the Buddha, and quietly muttered in her heart that the Qing Dynasty could be restored, she was a descendant of Aixinjue Luo, and the family could also restore its glory.

It's just that the days are like a trickle of water, not only the years have passed, but also gradually eroded Mrs. Song's hopes.

Now pray to God and worship Buddha, and pray to God and Buddha wholeheartedly, and his daughter-in-law Zhang Manqing can get a man in one fell swoop this time.

Zhang's mother came in from outside, closed the door carefully, and said to Mrs. Song, who was making incense: "Madam, there is a sentence, I don't know whether to say it or not?" ”

has been with her for so many years, and Mrs. Song has long stopped treating Zhang's mother as a person, and nodded: "If there is anything that should not be done, you can say it." ”

Zhang's mother said that Manqing was packing up and going out, "This is not what I should say." It's only been three months, and it's still going to be safe. It's okay for the grandmother to go back to her parents' house and walk around. But today's Zhang family banquet, there are many people and things are not clean, and the grandmother is expensive when she is ......"

She is also kind, but the rules are engraved in her bones, so she told the old master when she was really worried.

Mrs. Song's expression stiffened, and she looked straight at the courtyard beyond the hollow carved window, motionless.

"Mrs. ......" Wu's mother, who was familiar with her, saw that Mrs. Song was afraid that her blood was surging at the moment, and she regretted it for a while.

At present, I live with the eldest grandmother's marriage, and all the expenses of the young master's study in Japan are also provided by the Zhang family. The Song family has long been defeated, and the eldest grandmother has a prominent family background, although she also flatters Mrs. Song, but everyone knows that Mrs. Song can't suppress the eldest grandmother.

"Let her toss." Mrs. Song clasped her hands tightly together and said hatefully: "If you hurt my golden grandson, I want the Zhang family to give an explanation." ”

Wu's mother was shocked at this time that she guessed wrong. Although Mrs. Song is a precious grandson, she is an unborn child after all. If the pregnant grandmother has any mistakes in the Zhang family, whether it is the Zhang family or the grandmother, they will lose confidence in front of the Song family......

"No, no. Dr. Lin is a doctor who came back from studying in the West, specializing in giving birth to babies and repeatedly diagnosing his grandmother. ”

Mrs. Song snorted disdainfully: "Those who came from the barbarian land know what the rules are." Earlier, the mother in the palace sat on the womb, which is not safe to stay in bed and raise ......"

She still likes Manqing's stomach in her heart, and she doesn't believe what the Western doctor said at all.

can't control it, can't listen to it, and can't let it go, no wonder it doesn't get along well with grandma. There is a pimple in her heart, the eldest grandmother is diligent, and the wife looks coldly and thinks she has ulterior motives; The eldest grandmother is arrogant and doesn't take preaching to heart, and the wife is even more blocked.

Mrs. Song asked Zhang's mother, "How is the matter that asked you to inquire before?" ”

"There's no suitable one yet." Mother Zhang's cold sweat came down, and she hesitated to persuade Mrs. Song: "The young master can't agree either, madam, or forget it." ”

Mrs. Song didn't speak, and Mother Zhang thought she had listened: "You said that you were looking for a girl with an innocent background, and I inquired carefully in private." Be gentle and serve the uncle, so as not to have any crooked thoughts. Waiting for the eldest grandmother and the child to be born will still have to be sent away. Such a person is hard to find, and you have to inquire slowly. ”

"Female students also try, and the salary will be increased to 200 yuan." Mrs. Song made the final decision.

Whether there is a crooked mind or not, that is Zhang Manqing's business.

Wu's mother felt that this was inappropriate, and the wealth was moving. has seen the wealth, if you are innocent and serve the young master once, you can still leave the wealth behind.

What's more, I didn't ask the young master about this, the eldest grandmother is pregnant, and if there is a fuss, it will be bad.

Although Mrs. Song didn't want to see Zhang Manqing in her heart, she felt that everyone had married into the Song family, and the small mansion and property were also from the Song family.

The Zhang family is just opportunistic and in a high position, but in fact, there is no foundation. Maybe go up to three generations, and it doesn't have to be the mud legs that planted the land somewhere!

It is her Zhang Manqing's blessing to be able to marry into the Zhang family, and her son Song Muzhi is just Jiaolong who encountered a shoal and was picked up by the Zhang family for a ready-made bargain.

Zhang Manqing is pregnant and gives birth, to say the least, it will take a year. It's hard not to achieve Mu Zhi who has been wronged. Mrs. Song just doesn't often go out to socialize, and she knows that there are many people with aunts and wives outside. There are many people who buy a foreign house to settle down. The Zhang family didn't mention it, he was just arranging a person, and he said that he would send it away after a year and a half, which was already benevolent and righteous.

Although Zhang's mother was still a little uneasy in her heart, she still planned to do so.

At this time, Song Muzhi was accompanying Zhang Manqing home.

"Tired or not, why don't you rest on me for a while." Song Muzhi gently half-hugged Manqing, helped her straighten the padded waist pillow behind her, and said distressedly.

"A little." Man Qing complained with a big grin: "When my father prepared a house at the beginning, I chose a small western-style building on Wencui Road. It's all your fault, you have to identify Yuyuan Road. If you want to go home once, it will take you 20 minutes to drive the car, and you will be tired to death. If it's Wencui Road, it's two streets away from my house, and I'll go back for a walk. ”

It's just close to poop, so my mother doesn't like it.

Song Muzhi looked at his wife who was snuggled on his shoulder and pouted and complained.

The house on Wencui Road is even more spacious, but Mrs. Song just doesn't like to be too close to the Zhang family.

Song Muzhi has been dependent on his mother since he was a child, how could he not know that his mother is so strong and loves face. lives close to the Zhang family, everyone only knows the Zhang family, and there is no Song family in their eyes, which is what my mother can't stand it.

He really likes Manqing, but in his heart he is reluctant to suffer for the rest of his life. Thinking that it would be the same wherever he lived, and the pressure on him from the Zhang family was too great, it was more in line with Song Muzhi's mind to live a little farther.

"It's not far from here, you don't like Wutong the most, so I want our new home to be in the west of the city." Instead of telling Man Qing that it was his mother's decision at the time, Song Muzhi chose a white lie.

However, it is not entirely a lie. At least when he arrived for the first time, the current 'Song Mansion', Song Muzhi looked at the sycamores everywhere, and indeed thought of Man Qing.

Zhang Manqing hooked the corners of her mouth and smiled, accepted Mu Zhi's friendship, and explained: "Actually, the main reason is that in the past two days, my coccyx has always hurt badly, especially when I sit down." ”

"When did it start hurting? Why didn't you tell me? Song Muzhi nervously tentatively stretched out his hand and gently stroked Manqing's back, pressed lightly and asked, "Does it hurt here?" Or is it here? ”

"Oops!" Zhang Manqing grabbed Song Muzhi's hand and glanced at Ah Quan, who was sitting in front of him driving.