The old lady was complacent that she had solved the problem by thinking about it so casually, but Meng Wei also made up her mind: Want to eat?

Look at her mood!

It is said that what you can't get is the best, if you can eat whatever you want every day until you get tired of it, then there will be nothing for her in the long run.

Getting this expected answer, Meng Wei retreated behind Ye Zichuan again, but when she stepped back, Yu Guang saw Ye Zichuan's lips pursed, as if she was not happy, and couldn't help but wonder in her heart.

The little marquis was quite happy when he talked to the old lady just now, why did his face change after a while?

Meng Wei thought for a while, a little puzzled, could it be that she was only talking to the old lady just now and ignored something?

Thinking back to what the two of them said just now, Meng Wei felt that there were only a few people sitting here who dared to make the little marquis unhappy, and the old lady was talking to her just now, so it was naturally impossible to make this lord unhappy, could it be that the Marquis of the Protector and Mrs. the Marquis of the Protector said something?

However, the affairs of these masters are not something that her little maid can interfere in, Meng Wei can't think of a reason, so she simply puts this matter behind.

The old lady talked to a few people, knowing that Ye Zichuan was really fine, this heart was put down, and he hurried non-stop for several days, so that the old lady couldn't help showing a trace of tiredness on his face.

Seeing this, the Marquis of the Protector also stopped the topic, and left with Mrs. Huguo Hou and Ye Zichuan under the pretext that he was going to the study to deal with official business.

Out of Si'enju, on the way back, the little Hou Ye seemed to be participating in a race walk and walked fast, Meng Wei felt that this was probably the advantage of long legs, so she wanted Fang Yuan to help persuade one or two, after all, the little Hou Ye looked a little angry, she didn't dare to touch this brow

But he didn't want to turn his head, and suddenly his eyes widened: just because Fang Yuan was also walking fast at the moment, but his face was not shocked, as if he was taking a leisurely walk as usual, compared to her walking like this, it was a completely silent blow.

Hit her man calf short!

This look made Meng Wei swallow what she wanted to say, bury her head and trot behind, and repeatedly hypnotized herself in her heart: Anyway, it won't be long before it!

When he returned to the Sichuan Courtyard, Ye Zichuan took Meng Wei straight to the study.

Watching Ye Zichuan walk so fast in the back just now, there was quite a kind of menacing posture, so Meng Wei was relieved when she saw Ye Zichuan sitting down with an ugly face, picked up the book and blocked his face.

It was the first time for Meng Wei to be so cautious, as if she was afraid that accidentally breathing heavily would make the little marquis angry.

glanced at Fang Yuan, who was only standing outside the study with his back left, although the figure was tall, Meng Wei almost forgot about him - sure enough, the little marquis was angry, and there was a creature around him who didn't dare to approach.

Meng Wei took out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on a small shelf that had been vacated for her, and was ready to practice the words again, trying to reduce her sense of presence before leaving, and then the little marquis should calm down?

In the hot weather of August, Meng Wei calmed down a lot, but she felt that something was wrong just by writing.

Suddenly, she shuddered, and then she realized that something was wrong: why did she feel cold the more she wrote?

Could it be that the meditation effect of this calligraphy practice is so good?

If this can make the weather in August look like winter, the air conditioner she saved from her salary in her previous life was bought for nothing?