Qian Mansion Compound, inside the main house.

On the yellow rosewood chair, two people sat opposite each other.

"Alas, this girl," a middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt sighed, full of complexity and embarrassment, "I'm usually crazy, and I dare to mess with anything...... Since they're all dead set on that bastard, I'll help you...... Personally send the woman back to the remote wing, she just did such a little daughter again!"

Facing him was a man who didn't look like he was standing upright, looking a little unimpressed.

"I said,"

After making a tune, the person who was half covering and half holding the door of his head first rubbed the red mud on the cloth shoes on the expensive furniture at will, and then sat cross-legged, laughing and asking under the angry gaze of the middle-aged family owner, "That's your daughter, so eager to push it out?"

"My daughter is naturally a baby bump, but that kid ...... You can see it, it's only been a few days, and I've already hooked up with that woman...... Haven't they only met a few times, and don't they still have a dislike for each other?...... Where can this continue?"

The more the middle-aged head of the family spoke, the more angry he became, the more angry he slapped the armrest of the wooden chair that he had just cherished, and the hesitation and questioning emotions at the end of his words were almost like a volcanic magma erupting, "Are you sure that bastard boy can really start from the beginning?"

After being baptized by the roar of an old friend and the "crunch" moan of the poor Huanghuali chair, the man surnamed Cui spoke in a steady tone but concealed a slight sense of uncertainty, as if he was comforting the other party, and said:

"Old Qian, I know that you love your daughter very much, but you can't wronged me! Although that kid is a little more distracted, isn't it normal for him to be young now? Judging from his character and performance, he will not shirk the responsibility at all. As long as he has a true relationship with me, he will consciously put away all his nature. Of course, you did have a bad idea this time. Slowly drawing is the right way. ”

"Still slowly, no matter how slow he is, I think he really dares to have three wives and four concubines!"

Master Qian sneered, his right hand fell again, and the armrest of the antique chair under him was broken, and the broken wooden strip fell to the ground mixed with a trace of blood.

When he was about to continue to persuade, the worship surnamed Cui suddenly paused, and then he lay back on the back of the chair, picked up the teacup on the table next to him, and the old god sipped on the ground.

The next moment, the man who had been eavesdropping on the door for a long time kicked the door open.

"Dad, what are you talking nonsense!"

As one of the objects of blatant discussion by the two elders, Miss Qian rushed into the door, blushing and saying in annoyance, "Also, teacher, you are an outsider, can you be guilty of taking care of such mortal things! I will say it again for the last time, I like him very much, and he will not marry, but that is my own business, and I don't need others to ......."

The machine-gun chatter was about to stop, but one of the people in the hall stood up and silenced with a frightened expression.

The man had a gloomy face, got up and walked straight over, put his right hand behind his back, stopped less than half a step in front of the girl, and shouted at her: "Give back to others!

Under the turbulent momentum of a mortal, Qian Duoduo stiffened his back, held his little head high with great difficulty, and whispered without yielding: "Dad, don't make any more trouble." ”

“......”

Even this trick doesn't work? Heh, it seems that my daughter is really old enough to take care of it...... Under the mood of the mood, Father Qian half-opened his mouth, lost his mind for a while, and was silent for a long time. After that, one person who dared to wave his hand to rebuke the emperor and turn his head to fight the Confucianism could only repeat the previous sentence mechanically,

"I'm your father. ”

"Dad, I just don't want you to embarrass him. She pursed her small mouth, and after spitting out a sentence stiffly, she finally collapsed under the sad eyes in front of her.

The mist in her eyes condensed into a splash, and the girl wept while "whooshing", while the milk swallow returned to the nest and threw herself into the man's arms.

was disturbed by his daughter's crying, and Old Man Qian, who originally had a trace of deliberately dressed up a sad mask, suddenly cracked and melted.

Distressed and pitiful, he only cared about comforting his daughter, and after promising all kinds of benefits, the culprit who stained the placket of his chest was mercifully stopped.

"Really?"

Qian Duoduo, who was still sobbing, propped up her little head, stared at her father with slightly red and swollen eyes and asked, "You promise you won't trouble him!"

"I promise. ”

Father Qian, who was vaguely aware of being deceived, finally nodded and surrendered completely under the pale expression of crying.

At this time, outsiders came to the door.

"What guarantee is not guaranteed, how can there be more and more crying?"

The man was still far away from the house, and the boy's voice was already heard.

“......”

Under his daughter's firm gaze, Old Man Qian made up an excuse extremely carelessly, "It's okay, Duo'er just fell and was crying." ”

"W-" The young figure revealed, about to step through the wide open door.

A shrill voice spread through, but it was Qian Duoduo who was leaning against the door and window:

"Go away, turn around, don't come in!"

She stroked her cat's face, busily lowered her little head, and looked to the sides, as if she wanted to find a mirror to touch up her makeup.

Ling Ye, who was standing at the door, was taken aback, but how could a cheeky teenager like him obey honestly?

"What's going on?"

He looked at the girl with her head buried as he approached with his own eyes intended, and said something of concern, "I don't think you look like this—"

"Get out. ”

His father-in-law only gave a crisp answer and glared at him a few times.

"Let's find your other fiancée for now. ”

Another senior Cui, who was lying cross-legged on the table and chair in the room, said without hesitation.

Seeing the young man's reluctant demeanor, a teacup in the hands of the tender-faced old-timer flew over.

Tsing Yi leaned out of his hand, he steadily caught the attacking hidden weapon, and then the pale yellow light flickered, and a huge force smashed him out of the courtyard.

"Bang!"

With a bang, the door in front of him was closed, and there were obvious cracks in the door and frame of the carved solid wood.

After rubbing the bridge of his nose and waiting in vain for a while, the curious boy finally turned and left.

The girl who peeked out through the cracks in the doors and windows was in a daze for a while when she saw the empty courtyard.

After coming back to her senses, she first patted her small chest and breathed a sigh of relief, and then frowned again, and muttered:

"He's not going to really go to the girl, is he's going to go back to ......his room and change his clothes and get dressed up."

Suddenly, the girl pulled the door open, but forgot to let go, and ran to the next yard with the door.

When the two men in the room were shaking their heads helplessly, the voice of the girl in the distance came again: "Teacher, blame you! Also, Dad, don't forget ......."

As he spoke, he heard the sound of a door colliding with the door, and there was silence at last, and everything seemed to have subsided.