Winter in the north came earlier than usual, and Rose changed out of her sweaty sword suit, took a cold shower, and prepared to have breakfast with her family.

"Does Miss still have braids?" The maid's voice came, and Beiyu suddenly sounded a little strange to her ears.

"Yes." She looked out the window and saw that the fountain in the center of the garden was frozen. Around the fountain are dried roses covered with snow.

"Do you know what flowers will be planted in the yard this year?" After Rose said it, the maid was stunned for a moment, her northern dialect was very fluent, but the second lady, who was as cold as snow, would ask this kind of question, which was really frightening.

"The lord has instructed that roses will be planted when the weather is warm."

"The climate here is not suitable, and it won't bloom if you plant it." Her voice was cooler than the frost on the window.

After combing her braids, Rose changed into a dress and went downstairs to eat.

The chandelier in the dining room reflects the golden sunlight, and the rose hates this golden design, and everyone who comes in is holding it, with the so-called aristocratic temperament.

She sat in her seat, and everyone around her had arrived, and everyone looked at her in silence.

"Daddy, are we going to pray?" Rose looked at her father, her eyes like water, revealing a refreshing violet.

She has eyes as beautiful as the famous actress Elizabeth Taylor.

"Whatever you want." The father smiled lightly, and then everyone prayed before the meal, and the rose sat quietly and watched everyone.

After the prayer, the table fell silent.

"Uh-huh," someone cleared their throats, breaking the silence.

The person who spoke was Rose's eldest brother, "Father, have you really decided to leave all the business in the south to your sister to manage?" ”

"This is also your grandfather's decision." Father faintly.

"How can grandpa be so partial, how many times has he only seen her? Yelina, you say, what kind of drug did you give your father and grandfather a wild girl who often doesn't go home? Ivanov's voice was raised, and the others at the table did not dare to make a sound.

"Ability, ability is a drug." The rose is faint, and she has a northern name that only her family can call her, Yelena Ivanova.

"Don't think you're a big deal about this wild girl, do you know, you're a village woman, what qualifications do you have to point fingers at home?

A wild woman who doesn't even have a husband, a lower riba man who grew up in the mountains! Ivan cursed, looking angrily at the rose.

Rose cut a loaf of bread and poured the sauce on it, and everyone except her father looked at her, not daring to touch the dishes in front of her.

"Brother, you look more like a Riba man now!" Rose smiled lightly, and Ivanov's anger was even greater.

"As you said when you came back, you won't fight with us for everything in the family." His voice raised again.

"I didn't fight with you for the family's property at that time, but now what I'm fighting for is what I earned." Rose looked at her eldest brother, her eyes crooked.

"That's ours too, you should pay for the family."

"My brother, be brazen, you're talking about people like you." Rose suddenly felt that her level of northern Chinese was very poor when arguing.

"Presumptuous you! Wild girl! As he spoke, he pulled out the weapon at his waist.

"The black iron pipe should be facing the enemy, not your sister." Rose smiled.

The other people at the table turned pale, and the father at the end of the table, who was ignoring the quarrel between the siblings and drinking the sweet red soup, looked up at the siblings, picked up a napkin and wiped the soup from his beard.

"Don't think that you, a village girl, have lived in a southern country, and you can come back and enjoy our family business with peace of mind. What can you and the old puppet learn?

A woman knows all the false tricks of dancing knives and guns, and in front of family affairs, you are a waste. Ivan said, smirking smugly.

"What did you say?" Rose looked up at him, revealing half the whites of her eyes, her beautiful eyes filled with coldness.

"You're just a piece of shit, what?"

"I'm talking about the previous sentence."

"You have lived in the south since you were a child, and you are with a farmer, what can an old puppet teach you?" Ivan smiled defiantly.

The father exhaled deeply.

"He is not only my grandfather, but also your grandfather, pay attention to your wording, Ivanov!" Roses warn.

"Old Puffer, let you live, he is the old Puffer."

"Ivan!" Sister Leah couldn't help but exclaim.

Rose walked around the table and over to Ivan, who held his weapon against her head.

"You ...... again"

"Old ......," Ivan could finish speaking, and the weapon in his hand was in the hand of Rose.

"Why, Yelina, I am your brother, you are a woman, if you dare to do it to your brother, see who dares to marry you in the north."

There was a "bang", and the vase in front of the closet broke. The ladies in the family were frightened and exclaimed, and then their eyes were red, and no one dared to make a sound.

"Get on your knees." The rose pressed it against Ivan's forehead.

"You dare!" Ivan's eyes widened, his body trembling.

"Kneel, I repeat, to the south, in the direction of grandfather, kowtow three times." Rose's voice was cold, and behind Ivan was his wife, who was also Rose's sister-in-law, Nasha, who shook her head with red eyes.

Ivan was silent and glared at the roses.

Rose pulled the trigger again, and the bullet grazed Ivan's ear, shattering the vase on the table.

"Don't!" Leah and Nasha cried, and the others were red-eyed and afraid to make a sound.

"Ivan, we still have children, don't be impulsive, listen to my sister, I beg you......" Nasha said incoherently, tears falling on her pale face.

Ivan was not convinced, pursed his lips and knelt down, kowtowing three times to the south.

My father didn't say a word the whole time, and watched everyone quietly.

Seeing Ivan kowtow, Rose looked at his bloodied ears and said, "Next time, it's your head." Regardless of who you are, dare to insult your grandfather. ”

Rose returned to her place, and the dining room was cold outside the frozen window, and everyone dared not speak, looking at each other with red eyes.

"Please help me change a bowl of sauce, thank you!" Rose summoned the butler and handed over her plate with a smile.

When the new food came up, she ate it with relish, and the other people at the table were still watching her, she raised her head slightly, and said, "Let's eat, everyone." ”

Everyone gently picked up the cutlery and ate breakfast carefully.

When Rose finished eating, she walked over and kissed her father's forehead, smiling goodbye to the people in the house.

The moment she stepped out the door, everyone except her father breathed a sigh of relief.

"Father, she went too far, and you actually let it go." Ivan wiped the blood from his ear and protested to his father.

"As we said, look at home and see the ability to survive."

"Yelina is so arrogant, something will happen sooner or later." Ivan scolded.

"Look at you, like a clown." The father glared at Ivan, who pouted.

Out of the door, the waiter hurriedly came over to bandage Ivan.

"Get out, go back to the house and get it again, isn't it shameful enough?" Ivan angrily pushed the crowd away, and Nassa followed closely behind.

Inside, Ivan pointed at Nasha and yelled, "If it weren't for you, if it weren't for you, I would have fought with that bitch a long time ago, and you woman would be in the way." ”

"Ivan, everyone knows that Yelina is ruthless, so why should you be angry with her."

"No matter how ruthless she is, this is my home."

"So she's a guest, and we have to be polite."

"Fuck off, fool, woman in the way. Women are rubbish, garbage, in the way, really in the way! Ivan cursed as he opened the wine cabinet and poured half a bottle of vodka in one gulp.