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Mrs. Qingyou, who was protecting her short, heard him scold Beichen, and was immediately displeased, "You think he is a bastard, don't recognize him!" ”

In a word, it poked at the sore spot of Beishui Han, "What else do I recognize him, he doesn't recognize me anymore!" ”

Hearing that his tone was different, Mrs. Qingyou's beautiful eyes moved slightly, and they had already fallen on his face.

She knows her husband and her son, and from Bei Shuihan's words, she has roughly guessed what is going on, looking at the sad look on her husband's face, it is not difficult for her to think of the twists and turns.

At the moment, I was just distressed and helpless.

This father and son are too similar, one is more stubborn and domineering than the other, and they have been like rivals since they were children, and no one obeys anyone!

Now that Bei Shuihan really has to kill Zitong, how can his son who is in love not be angry, thinking that he must not recognize this father again, imagining Bei Shuihan's mood, where can Mrs. Qingyou say words of reproach.

Glaring at him, she just sighed faintly.

At this time, two servants outside the hall had already rushed in at the same time.

One is Luan Qin, the maid of Mrs. Qingyou.

One is the personal guard of the head of the family, Bei Shuihan.

"Madame!"

"Head of the house!"

Both of them were anxious, so when they entered the hall, they rushed to speak.

"What's the matter?!"

Inside the door, Bei Shuihan and Mrs. Qingyou answered at the same time.

Luan Qin and Wu Jian glanced at each other, and rushed to speak again, "The slave (subordinate) has something urgent to tell you!" ”

Bei Shuihan and Mrs. Qingyou listened to the eagerness of the two voices, knowing that there must be something urgent, and immediately went to the outer hall at the same time.

Seeing this, Luan Qin hurriedly stepped forward and pulled her aside, and then whispered in her ear, "The news just came from the other courtyard that the young master and the purple-eyed girl will get married in three days. ”

On Wu Jian's side, he also came to Bei Shuihan's side and whispered a few words to him, "The ears and eyes of the other courtyard just came over, saying that the young master and the purple-eyed girl will get married in three days!" ”

"Marriage?!" Lady Qingyou and Bei Shuihan exclaimed at the same time, and then scolded together, "This bastard thing! ”

Marriage is such a big event, Beichen dares to make decisions privately, this time, even Mrs. Qingyou is inevitably angry in her heart.

"See, this is the good son you gave birth to!" Beishui said angrily.

This bastard, really doesn't recognize him as an old man, and when he says that he will get married, he will get married, and he won't even discuss with him?!

"I gave birth to my son, so who taught it?" Mrs. Qingyou's tone was also not good.

Stinky boy, how can he be so similar to his father, and he doesn't say a word about such a big thing to her, Mrs. Qingyou is angry and sad in her heart.

"Madame (head of the house)!" The two servants were busy comforting.

"Madame!" Outside the door, another maid hurriedly ran in to see the situation in the hall, she looked at Bei Shuihan, gave a salute, and then walked quickly to Mrs. Qingyou's side, "Madam, the young master sent someone to deliver a letter." ”

Mrs. Qingyou was shocked, and then she was happy.

is worthy of her son, and she has not forgotten her mother when she wants to marry her daughter-in-law!

"Let's go, go back!"

She just waved her hand calmly, and was about to walk out the door.

"You don't care about this?" Bei Shuihan asked with a frown.

"When my son grows up, I can't help my mother, I can't control the son you taught!" Mrs. Qingyou snorted coldly, her figure shook, and she had already swept out of the hall.

Bei Shuihan looked at the appearance of one master and two servants leaving, his pupils shrank, and he immediately flashed out of the hall door, and quietly touched the small courtyard where Mrs. Qingyou lived.

PS: There is an urgent matter to go out, get here