"Miss's great kindness, Ying'er is unforgettable. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Ying'er's hand paused for a moment, then naturally put down the comb and began to curl her hair.

"When I mention this, I don't want you to be grateful to me, besides, it's not me who you should be thanking me, but your mother who redeemed you." Leng Yumo lowered her head, and Ying'er couldn't grasp the expression on Leng Yumo's face.

Ying'er recalled that the gentle-looking lady stretched out her hand to her, like a ray of light in her dark life, but so what, the lady was destined to die after all, and I just chose the path that was good for me.

Leng Yumo slowly guided the direction of the conversation, although the amount of information was not very large, but it was enough for her to determine that Ying'er was wrong, and she was more sure of the thoughts in her heart. In the previous picture, I felt that Ying'er had a problem, although it was the master's mother's order to let her step down, but in fact, Ying'er should be Wen Xixiao's maid, no matter what, she would signal to Wen Xixiao when she stepped down. On the surface, the relationship between Ying'er and Wen Xixiao is like that of sisters, but in fact, Ying'er didn't take Wen Xixiao in her eyes at all, and it can be clearly found from her behavior and dialogue.

"Miss, it's all right!"

Leng Yumo was suddenly interrupted by Ying'er, glanced at herself in the bronze mirror, nodded to express satisfaction, and then said, "The weather is good today, let's go out for a walk!" With that, he lifted his feet and walked out.

Ying'er followed quickly, and her heart was in a mess.

Leng Yumo took a casual walk and unconsciously came to a flower garden. Leng Yumo thought: At present, I only have the memory of the main line, and I have no memory of some branch lines. This has led to disadvantage in action, and you can't speak easily, keep Ying'er first, find out Wen Xixiao's past, and then decide on the next step.

"Ying'er, you said this flower is blooming well." Leng Yumo was just about to pick one, but Ying'er stopped her in a little panic: "Miss, that's the second miss's favorite, you can't pick it." ”

Leng Yumo quickly caught those three words, feeling that this was a key person, Leng Yumo's hand was still holding the stalk of the flower, and her eyes fell on the delicate flower in front of her: "It's not just a flower, she won't care about me." ”

"Miss, you know, she will go to Madame and cry. And the lord will dislike you even more. Ying'er hurriedly explained the consequences.

"That's nice!" Leng Yumo folded gently, and the flowers were easily broken, it seems that there is no need to be so troublesome, and now, several key plot characters are about to show their faces, and they are really curious about the second lady and the old man who have not appeared in the image before.

However, this warbler has a serious backlash, and the degree of cherishing of the second lady's flowers makes me jealous. Leng Yumo disdainfully threw the flower to the ground, turned away, didn't care about Ying'er's whereabouts, and deliberately left Ying'er a chance to ventilate and report the news.

"Slut, didn't you tell you to take a good look at her?" The second lady, Wen Yurao, slapped Ying'er hard.

"Second Miss, I stopped it, but she is the master after all." Ying'er knelt on the ground and said resignedly.

"She's a master, she's just a reservoir dog that no one loves." Wen Yurao sat on a chair and admired the kodan on her fingernails, the color was bright and bright.

"Yes, yes, Reservoir Dogs." Ying'er hurriedly echoed, hoping that the second lady could dissipate her anger.

"Okay, isn't it just picking a flower! I'll teach her a lesson. Wen Yurao smiled fiercely.

Ying'er knelt in fear, Wen Yurao hooked her finger, Ying'er hurriedly stepped forward, Wen Yurao raised Ying'er's chin with one finger, and said: "This face is good, don't worry, after all, you have also paid a lot for us, and when the time comes, I will make you the eldest brother's concubine." You can step back and remember to report anything in time. ”

Ying'er nodded happily and promised, "Miss, don't worry, I will take a good look at Miss." ”

Wen Yurao waved her hand impatiently, signaling that she could go, and Ying'er hurriedly asked to leave.

After Ying'er left, Mrs. Wen walked in, and when she saw Wen Yurao's sullen face, she stepped forward distressedly and comforted: "Rao'er, what's wrong?" ”

"Woo woo woo~, mother, the rich flower that my father gave me is gone." Wen Yurao pursed her mouth and said aggrievedly.

"It's just a flower, if it's gone, it's gone, and I'll ask your father to send you back when the time comes." Mrs. Wen coaxed softly.

"But it was a flower given to me by my father, and I cherished each one very much, and my sister actually picked one knowingly." Wen Yurao sobbed sadly.

"Mother, do you say that my sister doesn't like me?" Wen Yurao asked with some caution.

"Give her face, don't care what she thinks." Mrs. Wen held Wen Yurao's hand and coaxed: "Rao'er, you just need to know that you are the eldest lady of this family, and your mother will take care of everything, as long as you are carefree." ”

"Well, mother is the best!" Wen Yurao happily hugged Mrs. Wen, Mrs. Wen gently patted Wen Yurao's back, what excuse to teach Wen Xixiao a lesson, the crime of the flower is still too simple, it will make people feel calculated.

Wen Yurao, who hugged Mrs. Wen, hooked the corners of her mouth triumphantly, her eyes were full of pride, Wen Xixiao, you will never be able to turn over, I didn't expect you to be vulnerable without a mother.

At that time, Ying'er planned to take advantage of Leng Yumo's inattention and came back unconsciously, but she didn't expect Leng Yumo to sit at the desk and wait for her arrival, Leng Yumo saw the sneaky figure and said, "Ying'er, where have you been?" ”

Ying'er instantly held her pace, a little embarrassed at the door, I don't know whether to salute like this, find an excuse to leave, or go into the study to wait for the eldest lady: "Miss, I went to the laundry room." ”

"Really? You come in first. Leng Yumo held the brush in his hand and practiced his words like flowing water.

Ying'er stayed silently and studied the ink, and the atmosphere was quiet for a while, only the rustle of a brush across the paper.

Ying'er's heart was lifted, and her hands trembled a little uneasily. Leng Yumo glanced at it inadvertently, and knew it clearly, it seemed that Ying'er's little report had already been made, and it was effortless.

After a while, Leng Yumo stopped writing, looked at Ying'er, and noticed the shocking slap marks on Ying'er's face, pretending to touch it distressed, Ying'er gasped with a hiss, and Ying'er, who had been immersed in the dream of marrying the young master, only then did she react, and the obvious slap marks on her face.

Leng Yumo straightened his face and asked, "What's going on on your face?" Why, now even my people are going to be beaten? ”