Aunt Chun has racked her brains in the past few days, and in order to keep Yan Shuxue in the house, she has thought of one method after another. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Aunt Chun's domineering intimidation and bitter persuasion were all ignored by the Shen family's mother and daughter, and even when it was too much, she was severely punished by the Shen family several times, and almost didn't let her grow her face and writing.

Aunt Chun finally stopped.

Of course, the root of the disease that fell during the miscarriage suddenly recurred, and the blood flowed like a river, and the breath was like a gossamer, and everyone had to stop.

This is naturally important to personally preside over getting rid of the Shen family, but after all, it's more important to have your own life, isn't it?

Otherwise, even if the Shen family is overthrown, it will only make way for other sluts.

Aunt Chun thought about Pei'er, who was pregnant, and Huan'er, who was ambitious and more and more disobedient around her, the hatred in her heart was for a while, her blood was surging, her eyes were dark, and she fainted again.

Yan Shuxiu, who was waiting in front of the bed, was in a hurry and screaming, or did Zhu'er see that the bloody atmosphere was too strong for underage girls to see, so she could persuade Yan Shuxiu to leave.

Yan Jinfeng did not ask for warmth in front of Aunt Chun's bed at the moment, the woman's illness, he was dignified, and he was afraid of colliding with filth in front of the bed, which would cause a bad career.

Yan Jinfeng was sending Shen's mother and daughter out in front of the door.

Because it is chanting and praying for the deceased father and mother, Shen does not have the slightest bright color on his body, but is simply dressed in plain water cloud brocade, if it is not for the collar and cuffs with such a shallow circle of simple patterns, it would be the same as filial piety.

Shen's clothes are simple, and there is naturally no too complicated hairstyle in his hair, but he casually found a white hosta and tied it in a bun, and his hair was scattered and half draped.

It is not stained with lead dust, but it is noble and natural, and it has a grace and elegance.

The water cloud brocade is as white as the clouds in the sky, and the white hosta is flawless like cold Tan ice and snow, which reflects Shen's snow skin and black hair, and it is even more lined with its skin like clotted fat, and its face is like a peach blossom.

Compared with Yan Shuxue who was standing on the side, the Shen family was not like Yan Shuxue's mother, but like her sister.

Yan Jinfeng looked at Shen like this, and suddenly realized that more than ten years had passed, and Shen had not left any traces of time on his body, and his face was still the same.

And he ......

Yan Jinfeng brushed the few gorgeous hairs that quietly grew between his sideburns, and touched the shallow wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and suddenly realized that he was old, and his elegance was not as good as before.

Yan Jinfeng felt ashamed of himself for a while, every year at this time, he had to send the Shen family out at the door, but this time with Yan Shuxue as a comparison, he really felt the distance between the two of them, getting farther and farther away.

Back then, the two were known as talented and beautiful women, and they were rumored to be beautiful for a while, but now the beauty is still there, but the talented man is already dying.

Yan Jinfeng suddenly wanted to take a good look at the Shen family, but before he could get closer, the Shen family had already saluted goodbye as a routine and took Yan Shuxue into the tightly blocked carriage.

Yan Jinfeng's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, and the obvious alienation was clear and clear even for a fool.

What's more, Yan Jinfeng, who used to be a tanhualang, is not a fool.

He hated, hated Shen for not giving face, and the anger and depression in his heart were tumbling, but he had no way to vent it, so he could only accumulate and suppress a depression in his heart, and finally turned into a thick and helpless.

He was afraid, afraid that after the Shen family left, he would never come back, and completely abandoned him, only by thinking that he and her had become husband and wife, and that his daughter would be married in two years, could he wake up from his panic.

Looking at Shen's distant back, Yan Jinfeng was irritable again.

When he returned to the house, he heard that Aunt Chun had fainted again, and Yan Jinfeng became even more irritable.

Ai Ai, who came to inform her, "Master, aunt, she has been calling the master before she faints, let the master go over and take a look, and accompany her to ......" As he spoke, he twisted his body as if he were nothing, and his eyes were shining, constantly throwing his eyes over.

And somehow, Pei'er, who happened to appear with Huan'er, immediately crossed her eyes when she heard this, and muttered: "What kind of illness is that!" Knowing that the master is a man, he can't go in and get contaminated, and he still comes to call the master, what kind of heart does Aunt Chun have? If you want to provoke the pity, you can't be so unreasonable. ”

Huan'er was instantly unconvinced, "Auntie, who is to blame for this?" I don't know who was ruthless at the time, and hurt my aunt so badly, even the little young master who was not born is gone, and now she is talking cool here......" Huan'er came to inform Yan Jinfeng of Aunt Chun's situation, and deliberately said that Aunt Chun was not sensible, just to make the master feel that she was more considerate and sensible, but not to make Pei'er's cheap hooves.

I have children who are not good to raise in the house, and I don't know what the use is if she calls the master over!

"Master, you have to make the decision for me~" Pei'er has already begun to sobb quietly, "Aunt Chun's child, it's really, really not the slave's intention, it's just an accident...... Boom ......"

Yan Jinfeng only felt that one head was two big, and the green tendons on his head were pounding, these coquettish idiots who felt quite interesting in the past, but now they only feel vulgar and unbearable, and they just want to get rid of it quickly.

Yan Jinfeng shouted, "Enough, shut up for me!" ”

Then, with a flick of his sleeve, he walked in the direction of the study.

Pei'er and Huan'er were dumbfounded, the old man who was gentle like water to himself a few days ago, why is this like a changed person?

Suddenly, the two of them stopped arguing, looked at each other suspiciously, and each reflected, has there been anything wrong with the master recently, and what taboos have they committed......

Pei'er is now pregnant and has her own maid and mother-in-law to serve, and when she returned to her residence, she hurriedly asked someone to inquire, and Huan'er also hurriedly went to ask her relatives who were familiar in the front yard, and had already forgotten Aunt Chun on the hospital bed.

Aunt Chun woke up and saw that only the honest Zhu'er was busy beside her, and she only felt a desolation in her heart, and she grieved for a long time.

And Mrs. Yan, after hearing the news of Aunt Chun's old illness recurrence and heavy bleeding, first asked people to find a doctor to treat her, and then personally went to take her baby grandson Yan Shuwen to her, for fear that Yan Shuwen would be frightened when she came to Aunt Chun.

Yan Shuwen was naturally favored by Mrs. Yan in every way, but after playing for a day, he got tired of playing, and looked up and asked Mrs. Yan ignorantly, "Grandmother, where is my mother?" ”

Old Madam Yan coaxed with a loving face, "Your mother, you're sick." Brother Wen'er, let's not go to see your mother first, in case my precious son Jin Sun is infected with filth, it won't work. You, just obediently stay with your grandmother, and when your mother will be fine, when will you go to see her again. ”

Yan Shuwen was a child, and Mrs. Yan coaxed her, so she was also diverted and played with great interest.

Aunt Chun lay half-dead on the hospital bed, as if forgotten by the entire Yan Mansion.