Chapter 39: Robbing a daughter-in-law

Yi Jiaren felt that Wu was playing Tai Chi, and when he came to seek revenge for his son, he said bluntly, why bother to say this. She was direct: "Mrs. Wu can just say anything directly, don't be so polite." ”

In the evening, Wu also made an appointment for dinner, and it happened to be early, so he said it directly, and said with a smile: "You have also been in Ning'an for a long time, and you have never been to our Xiao family to recognize the door, today I just want to take you to live at home, and we will be a family in the future, so I can take care of it." ”

It's these polite words again, Yi Jiaren is a little annoyed, can you give a good time, and hide a knife in your smile. "Mrs. Xie's good intentions, I have already recognized the door of your mansion when I went to withdraw from my relatives before."

Wu was stunned for a moment, and retreated? When was this? Who allowed it?

The rich shopkeeper's eyes were dripping, thinking about things on the side, his son took all his beloved private treasures for this Yi Jiaren, and he had to help him as a mother, "Old sister, I don't think Miss Yi wants to go, forget it, she is not wronged by me." ”

Wu Shizheng was a little unhappy, remembering that it was the Guo family who ransomed Yi Linfeng from prison, and seemed to understand a little, and then looked at the rich shopkeeper's gloating expression, and couldn't help but be angry: "Mrs. Guo, this is my family matter, I will handle it, don't bother you." ”

Although the rich shopkeeper is gloating, how can he admit it, "Eh, why don't you know what to do, Miss Yi has already retired your family's relatives, and then go to the door to calculate what's going on, don't ruin the reputation of other girls." ”

"Whoever said quit, I don't agree." Wu Shi was angry, his voice was a little loud, and the rich shopkeeper was even more angry with his son, and he didn't say anything about such a big thing as retiring from his family.

"I agree." Yi Jiaren is the party and has the right to speak.

The rich shopkeeper tried his best not to laugh, but his round face still rose from time to time, and finally laughed, "Ha... I said old sister, you better go back, Miss Yi has nothing to do with your family, what are you still doing, compete with a child. ”

"Rich girl, I have seen you yin and yang for a long time, don't think I don't know what you think in your heart, she has nothing to do with my family, she has something to do with you?" After so many years, Wu called her a rich girl for the first time, and it seemed that she was really annoyed.

The rich shopkeeper was not annoyed at all, took out the contract signed with Yi Jiaren, and shook in front of Wu's family: "You see, Miss Yi has a relationship with me now, and she is now my husband in Zhong Xiufang." ”

Wu Shi smiled contemptuously: "What sir, I bought it." ”

"I'm not selling." Yi Jiaren said, and leaned closer to the rich shopkeeper.

The rich shopkeeper pulled her affectionately: "Beauty, it's nothing to do with you, you can go to the back and rest." ”

"Hmm." The eyes of the two women in front of her gradually became a little tense, and they seemed to smell a smell of gunpowder, Yi Jiaren felt that she should retreat, and it would be bad if she would accidentally hurt herself.

As soon as I entered, I heard two women outside arguing: "What are your intentions in detaining my daughter-in-law here?" ”

"Who is your daughter-in-law? Miss Yi has already gone to withdraw from her family, and she doesn't want your son anymore. ”

"It's not all instigated by you, I think you just want to keep it for your son, right?"

"Even if you say it, I'll keep it for my son."

“......”

"Your face is still so red at your age, don't be ashamed."

"My lord likes it, you can manage it."

In the end, the shopkeeper Wang asked the guys to go home, closed the door and stopped doing business, and freed up the field for them to quarrel. These two women, one is an official wife and the other is a rich wife, and they really don't look good in the store.

Outside the door, the maid brought by Wu was still waiting.

The idlers on the street saw that the door of Zhong Xiufang was closed, but there was a group of people outside the door, and they didn't know what was going on, so they all went to join in the fun. Hearing that it was Wu Shi and the rich shopkeeper quarreling inside, they were all willing to listen to it, these two people were ruthless characters among the middle-aged women in Ning'an City.

can pretend to be tender and sprinkled, read poetry and scold the street.

Yi Jiaren benefited a lot from listening to it inside, and he also understood for a long time that the Wu family really didn't come to seek revenge for his son, he really came to pick up his own. However, she is still very glad to have quit her family, or she will marry into the Xiao family and get along with such a mother-in-law in the future, I am afraid that she will not have a good life.

There is also a rich shopkeeper, who is not as approachable as he seems, so it is better to work for her in the future.

At the end, Wu Shi remembered that he had made an appointment for dinner in the evening, and pulled the white silk and shook it in front of the rich shopkeeper: "Eh, let's stop here today if you have something, continue next time." With that, she sat down in a chair to the side and rested.

The rich shopkeeper also sat down to rest, and shouted inside: "Beauty, you should pour us some tea, and your mouth is dry after arguing for a long time." ”

Wu Shi also echoed: "It's just that it looks quite clever, why don't you have any eyesight." ”

Well... The two reconciled so quickly?

"It's coming, it's coming." Yi Jiaren hurriedly brought them tea, and Wu Shi drank the tea and got up to leave, and didn't care about this daughter-in-law.

Yi Jiaren hurriedly gave her the note written by Xiao Yuwen: "Please transfer this to Mrs. Wu to Ling Lang." "People don't come to find trouble, and there's no need to hold on to other people's handles and look like villains.

"Hmm." Wu Shi was in a hurry to leave and didn't open it, so he went to the door and got a haircut and left.

The rich shopkeeper was also tired, sat down and tidied up his clothes, and asked casually: "What did you give Mrs. Wu?" ”

"Xiao Yuwen's masterpiece."

Absolutely unauthored? Isn't that a breakup letter? The rich shopkeeper felt that he had won a big victory today, and he had regained his previous solemnity, and went out home calmly.

For a few days, the Wu family didn't come to Zhongxiufang again, and they didn't send anyone to come, I heard that they took a few daughters out to play again, and they forgot about Yi Jiaren.

After lying at home for a few days, Yi Linfeng was almost better, and limped to the academy. Seeing Guo Xun again, he also put away his pitiful self-esteem, whether he was for his sister or not, after all, he really helped himself. It's the attitude of the Lin family that makes people feel cold.

Guo Xun was very kind when he saw him, and seemed to have regarded him as his future brother-in-law. In the days when he was lying at home, Guo Xun was responsible for picking up Yi Jiaren every day, and when the weather was good, he deliberately did not call a carriage and walked back with her.

Yi Jiaren knew that he was good to him, but he was always not enthusiastic about him, and sometimes he remembered the eagle-faced man that night from time to time, and he didn't even see his appearance clearly, only a pair of eyes, but he still blushed when he thought about it.

After hesitating for a few days, Yi Jiaren still felt that he should make it clear to Guo Xun that there should be a better girl to hold hands with him until he was old.

Before going out this morning, she secretly brought the golden silk nanmu brocade box with her. can't be discovered by his brother, in his eyes, this box has already retreated to the Xiao family.

When she arrived at Zhong Xiufang, she only hoped that Guo Xun would skip a class to find her, she gave this box to Guo Xun, and returned him some favors, and she would feel less guilty in her heart.