Fu Jiu's heart sank, and those pairs of eyes looked at her in unison, making her feel embarrassed.

She smiled softly at the crowd, lowered her head and gently stirred the porridge in the bowl with a spoon.

Mrs. Huo looked at them with a smile, Huo Yuqian's expression was indifferent, and he took care of himself and drank wine.

On the contrary, it was Fu Jiu, and the prying eyes of everyone made her very uncomfortable, and she didn't move the pearl balls with a single chopstick.

The old lady asked everyone to go back and clean up, and then go to the pear orchard in a while.

Since the third aunt died of Luo Wenchao, the whole person has become a lot duller, and I don't know how the Luo family explained, the third aunt must have been trained.

When Fu Jiu saw the third aunt, he felt guilty, and the third aunt looked at her too much, and it was not the same as before.

The people who followed went back to clean up, like the Huo Chuyu sisters, naturally they didn't like to go to the play, they followed the picture and got out of the car to see the novelty and fun on the road.

Fu Jiu didn't have the heart to dress up, so he stayed in the lobby and sat next to the old lady and waited.

The old lady smiled at Fu Jiu and asked, "Look at Qionglou just now, what is the matter with the two of you?" ”

Fu Jiu's face changed suddenly when he heard this, and he hurriedly said, "Grandma, you're joking again, what's the matter." ”

The old lady nodded, and said earnestly: "Jiu'er, grandma naturally doesn't want you to make Qionglou small, but if you two are really good, grandma is also happy." ”

Fu Jiu looked at the old lady and pursed her lips, and then, she lowered her eyes and shook her head.

"Grandma, although Jiu'er has not received a new education, Jiu'er also hopes to be a couple for the rest of her life, like her mother and father." Fu Jiu's tone was flat, and his eyes flashed when he talked about his mother and father.

"Grandma must satisfy you, let us marry a good family." The old lady smiled and scratched Fu Jiu's nose.

Fu Jiu's cheeks flushed, and he smiled shyly.

The people who finished cleaning up came bustlingly, and everyone's eyes stayed on Xena's body.

Seeing that she didn't wear that dress today, she wore a rose-colored cheongsam, which lined her with more flowers than flowers.

Dashuai took the seventh aunt and didn't know what to do, so he didn't come back for dinner.

As soon as Huo Yuqian came in, he stopped his gaze on Fu Jiu and refused to move away for a long time.

"Oh, I'm so embarrassed to get home." As soon as the sixth aunt came in, she smiled bitterly, it turned out that she and Xena were wearing the same rose-red cheongsam.

"Originally, I wanted to wear a younger color, but who would have thought that the young lady would also wear it, so it would be better for me not to wear it." The sixth aunt deliberately made fun of herself, causing everyone in the hall to laugh.

"In this comparison, the sixth sister is older haha." The fifth aunt took the opportunity to laugh and add a sentence.

Xena smiled and walked over, grabbed the arm of the sixth aunt, and said, "The sixth aunt is not old, that time I and the sixth aunt, people just asked me how old your sister is older than you." ”

Fu Jiu looked at them, silently and sometimes laughed a few times, her indisputable temperament was easy to be forgotten in the corner.

"Alright, it's time to go." The old lady spoke.

There were three Fords parked at the gate of the Marshal's Mansion, and the old lady pulled Fu Jiu and Mrs. Huo to sit on one.

The car soon arrived at the pear orchard, because the old lady wanted to watch a play, Huo Yuqian had already sent someone to clear the scene.

The old lady didn't like to see it at home, but she wanted to come to the pear orchard to see it, saying that it was missing that charm at home.

Huo Chuyu's sisters had already gone out shopping, and the people who stayed behind found a seat and sat down by themselves, and there were preserved fruits and melon seeds on the table.

Fu Jiu sat next to the old lady, relatively forward, and this play sang "Farewell My Concubine".

Huo Yuqian has never liked people who don't like to watch dramas on weekdays, but at the moment he watches them with relish, his slender fingers on the table, and he follows the rhythm one by one, I am afraid that this opera reflects his state of mind.

At this time, Xena, who was sitting on the side, was restless, and she paid attention to the wind and grass around her from time to time.

Every time a little guy came over, she was afraid that the man would suddenly take out the gun from his arms.

The stage is lively, the plot is pushed to **, and the sound of the musical instruments is getting louder and louder.

When everyone was fascinated, no one expected that the 'overlord' suddenly took out a gun from his arms and fired three shots in the direction of Huo Yuqian.