Yao Man's eyes were so obvious that Jian Xiulin couldn't ignore them if he wanted to.

Brother Ming'er was already seventeen years old when his mother married him, and he didn't feel anything wrong at that time, but now looking at Yao Man's thin body, he even ......

Jian Xiulin glanced lightly at Yao Man's flat chest, the tips of his ears were hot, and he immediately turned his head with an embarrassed "cough", pointed the back of his head at Yao Man, and said in a dumb voice: "Let's talk about this later." ”

"I've gone back to the front yard a little beforehand, and you can send someone to find me if you have something."

Throwing down a sentence, Jian Xiulin didn't even look at Yao Man, and then ran away without looking back, as if someone behind him was chasing him again.

Yao Man didn't notice Jian Xiulin's small movements before, and when she saw him like this at this time, she couldn't help frowning, did she say anything excessive just now?

It wasn't until Qinglian arranged everyone and turned back that Yao Man didn't come up with a reason, but she felt that her attitude should at least be clear to Jian Xiulin.

After thinking about it, Yao Man got up and went to a small study room on the west side that was connected to the main room and opened up separately, and wrote a sentence on the paper with Qinglian on his back.

Then folded it carefully, handed it to Qinglian, and instructed: "Go to the study in the front yard and send this to Grandpa, remember, no one else is allowed to see it in the middle, you know?" ”

Seeing Yao Man's solemn face, Qinglian's hand holding the paper tightened, and the joints were slightly purple because of excessive force, "Madame, don't worry, the slave will definitely hand over the things to the grandfather." ”

After speaking, in Yao Man's nod, Qinglian retreated.

Jian Xiulin hadn't received the letter from his little lady yet, and Yang Lanqing had tears on his face, and he led the maid back to Rongle Hall slowly.

In the main room, the old lady had already sorted out her emotions, and the broken bottles and cans in the room had been cleaned up by the maid.

Hearing that the maid was coming, the old lady hurriedly asked someone to be invited in.

"Sister Huan and Brother Ming sent your second cousin-in-law over? Did she say anything? The old lady didn't pay much attention to Yang Lanqing at first, and looked up at her while asking, who knew that when she saw this, her face sank suddenly, "Good boy, what's wrong?" Why do you cry so well? ”

Yang Lanqing was just about to salute, but was sent by the old lady to help Mother Peng up, "Good boy, there are no outsiders here, and my aunt don't have to be so polite, come, come over and let my aunt see what's wrong." ”

While speaking, the old lady's upper body leaned forward slightly, and stretched out her hand, wanting to visit her, Yang Lanqing took two steps forward and put his hand on the old lady's hand, "Auntie, don't ask, Lan Qing is fine." ”

After speaking, the hand holding the handkerchief gently rubbed his eyes, and his eyes, which were originally teary, instantly turned red, and tears swirled in his eyes, looking pitiful.

For a long time, although Mrs. Jian is in charge of general affairs in the Guogong Mansion, in fact, it is the old lady who is really in charge, and no matter how big or small the house is, the eldest lady must ask the old lady's opinion before she can do it.

In the second half of her life, except for her son and title, the old lady had a smooth life, and her temper was even more domineering than when she was young.

Hearing Yang Lanqing's words at this time, it was just a polite sale, but as soon as she said this, the old lady's face changed instantly.

There was a hint of fierceness in his tone, "Who are you?" ”