Cao Yuqin walked out of the café with the two maids, the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, as Su Xiaojing said, Su Xiaojing, she couldn't do anything with her, at most she begged for some verbal cheapness, and the subordinates who caused trouble for her today would not blame, so she vented all her grievances on Liang Chaxiang's head, thinking about finding a way to treat Liang Chaxiang well. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Unknowingly, more than a month has passed, all the carriages have been salvaged, and Xiao Zhen is still nowhere to be found, but Xiao Qingyang has not given up the search.

On this day, a fisherman was fishing in the lake and caught two pieces of clothes, Xiao Qingyang and Liang Chaxiang rushed over when they heard the news.

As soon as Xiao Qingyang saw the clothes, his face immediately changed, and Liang Chaxiang felt his emotions for the first time, and quietly shook his cold hand.

At Shangliang Chaxiang's worried eyes, Xiao Qingyang pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that was even uglier than crying.

He didn't want Liang Chaxiang to worry, but he really couldn't laugh.

Xiao Qingyang took Xiao Zhen's clothes, returned to Silk Bridge Town and set up a well-dressed mound, and his mental state has not been very good, for a long time, he always lived in self-blame, and kept repeating to Liang Chaxiang, "If I hadn't been in a daze at the moment of the explosion, my father would not have died, let alone ended up with no bones, everything was my fault, I killed him!" ”

As he spoke, he pounded his head with both hands.

Similarly, after receiving the news that Xiao Zhen had indeed died, Liang Xiaoyou was seriously ill again, and even she couldn't tell whether she was sad or had nowhere to vent her anger, in short, she was sick, so sick that she didn't know what day it was.

This is bitter Liang Chaxiang, while worrying about Xiao Qingyang's mental state, he has to serve Liang Xiaoyou who is sick, running at two ends a day, eager to give birth to three heads and six arms, and the little meat that has just grown back quickly subsides.

In this matter, the happiest is Zhuang Bohua, he can't wait to look up to the sky and laugh, the eye-catching Xiao Zhen finally died, and God took it.

As soon as Xiao Zhen died, Xiao Qingyang was like duckweed in the wind, everything depended on that Liang Chaxiang, as long as he found a good opportunity to get rid of Liang Chaxiang, it is estimated that Xiao Qingyang would be completely abolished, and at that time, everything would be under his control.

Zhuang Bohua couldn't help but put his fingers together, feeling that the sky had turned blue, the flowers had become fragrant, and even those people who he hated were not so hateful, of course, these hated people did not include Liang Chaxiang.

Liang Chaxiang is not just as simple as hating for him, the results of his hard work for more than ten years were almost taken away by Liang Chaxiang overnight, how can the word hate sum up all the grievances between them?

But now! None of this matters.

Zhuang Bohua, who was in a good mood, took out the purple clay pot that he had treasured for twenty years, when Xiao Zhen was alive, he never dared to take it out and use it, and now he finally doesn't have to have any scruples, everything he likes will eventually be like this teapot, it will be his.

Zhuang Bohua used the purple clay pot to make a pot of good tea, lying on the rocking chair in the Chi family's study, drinking it with taste, and gently grinding the purple clay pot from time to time.

It's really a good pot, it's not in vain that he spent so much effort back then to get it in his hands!

Zhuang Yating walked into the study and saw Zhuang Bohua, lying on the rocking chair humming a little song, beating a beat in one hand and holding a teapot in the other.

"What kind of teapot is this? It's so ugly and ugly, so throw it away. ”

Zhuang Yating looked at the teapot with a look of disgust.

It's dark and shiny, as if it hasn't been washed for decades, and it feels dirty and disgusting when you look at it.

Zhuang Bohua was originally drinking tea leisurely, and when he heard Zhuang Yating say, a mouthful of tea in his mouth spewed out far away, choking and coughing repeatedly, "Throw it away?" ”

It's not going to kill him!

Zhang Bo hurriedly said, "What do you know, this is the famous Yixing purple sand, don't look at it black and shady, but it is a real antique, the handwriting of the Qing Dynasty pot maker, once made a pot for the royal family, no more than ten of them have been circulated among the people, and this pot alone can almost buy the entire Chi family." ”

"Really?" Zhuang Yating's eyes lit up, "Let me see." As he spoke, he was going to get the pot in Zhuang Bohua's hand.

Zhuang Bohua shrank his hand and hid it in his arms very preciously, "This thing is not something you can play with, be careful if it is broken!" ”

Zhuang Yating pursed her lips when she heard this, she was actually not interested in this pot, in her opinion, it was not as attractive as the glass for a few dollars.

It's just that Zhuang Bohua said that this small pot is worth the curiosity of the entire Chi family for a while.

"It's such a treasure to hide, what kind of tea to drink!"

"Isn't this just taken out after twenty years of hiding!" Zhuang Bohua said proudly for a while.

Zhuang Yating pursed her lips disapprerovingly, "Just this broken pot is worth hiding for twenty years!" ”

Zhuang Bohua coughed and changed the topic, "Aren't you in the Xiao family?" How did you get back? ”

Zhuang Yating tilted her fingers on the chaise longue next to her and played with her fingers, "My cousin is in a bad mood, everyone else ignores it, it's boring for me to stay there!" ”

"Stupid!" Zhuang Bohua was furious, "When do you know now?" Now is the time when Xiao Qingyang is most vulnerable, you have to take advantage of this time to perform well! ”

Zhuang Bohua knocked on Zhuang Yating's head, "Do you understand while you are weak?" ”

As he spoke, he pulled Zhuang Yating up and pushed it out, "Make a soup in the kitchen and make a porridge for Xiao Qingyang, don't you like to eat the fish made by Sister-in-law Zhang, you let that old woman make a fish and bring it over together." ”

"Oops, Daddy!" Zhuang Yating turned around and hugged Zhuang Bohua's arm, and said coquettishly, "You don't know, what dishes I can make, can I eat those dishes I make?" ”

My God, Zhuang Bohua helped his forehead, is this a head or an elm pimple on his neck? Why don't you open your mind?

Anyway, this is my daughter, no way, "You let the kitchen make a few casually, and when you bring the food box over, you say you made it yourself, who knows if you didn't do it?" ”

Zhuang Yating is still a little reluctant, to be honest, Xiao Qingyang now makes her feel very strange, Xiao Qingyang in the past is radiant, like the brightest star in the sky, and like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, shining and dazzling.

But now this Xiao Qingyang, from the inside to the outside, is different from before, like a flower that is about to wither, languishing, and gradually showing a decline, which makes her dislike it very much, and getting along with such a Xiao Qingyang makes her feel very dull and boring, and it also makes her less and less like to go to Xiao's house.

Zhuang Yating pouted and walked away reluctantly, the corners of Zhuang Bo Huahua's mouth were raised high, Xiao Qingyang's changes, even Yating, a person who felt sluggish, felt it, so he was not far away from being completely abolished, right? (To be continued.) )