It stood up from the old lady's arms, stared at Zhao Qingqing, and moved its nose-

Hey, it's really strange, how did he seem to smell the breath of their Breeze Bobcat Demon Clan in this woman?

Sniffed it again......

Not......

Is it their little seventeen?

The cat's blue eyes flashed, and she lazily lay back in the old lady's arms, licked her paws elegantly, and thought, the smell is too light, this woman should have seen Xiao Seventeen half a month ago, maybe this woman was passing by Qingfeng Town and accidentally met Xiao Seventeen.

After all, their little seventeen is so well-behaved, how can he be as disobedient as his elder brother and sneak out of Qingfeng Town while others are unprepared, isn't it?

Remembering that he sneaked out of town without knowing anything back then, and ended up in a situation where he can never go back, Little Flower Cat couldn't help but let out a long meow and sighed.

Alas, he is really pitiful, alone outside as a cat, without a single relative, woo woo......

No one knew the complicated mood of the little flower cat, Zhao Qingqing only glanced at the flower cat and then withdrew his gaze.

She was about to lift the quilt and salute the ancestor who had come to the small couch, when she heard the ancestor say lightly, "Chuan'er, you love your daughter very much, and you can understand it for your mother, but you can't take everything on yourself." Why did I hear the maid in the house say that the reason why your baby daughter was infected with wind and cold was because of her own trouble? ”

“……”

Zhao Qingqing's back stiffened.

She maintained an embarrassing posture of getting up and saluting but froze, and looked up at the old ancestor in a daze, not quite understanding the intention of the ancestor.

You're here to visit the sick, right?

But why did she hear the meaning of the bad person in the tone of this old ancestor?

Zhao Lichuan also looked at the old ancestor with stunned eyes, "Mother, you are-"

He knew that his mother came out of the small Buddha hall, and he was very happy, thinking that his mother was finally willing to accept Qingqing's granddaughter, but at this moment he knew that his mother had come to find fault with her!

He hurriedly glanced down at his daughter who was sick, and hurriedly walked to the ancestor's side, "Mother, if you are uncomfortable, let's go back and say, Qingqing is still sick, you will scare her like this......"

"Scaring her? Chuan'er, I'm afraid you underestimate the heart and guts of your precious daughter. ”

The old ancestor stared at Zhao Qingqing coldly, in front of so many maids, he didn't save face for her, the county lord, at all.

Zhao Qingqing's slender fingers clutched the quilt tightly, and her face was embarrassed.

The bitter medicine she had just drunk made her extremely irritable, and she was counted down by the strange old thing in front of so many people, she really had the heart to kill this old thing!

She took a deep breath, she knew that she should stand up and kneel down to salute at this time, but her kind grandmother actually spoke in a weird way, so that the anger that she had finally suppressed came out again, and she didn't want to salute at all!

"I heard that you have also grown up in Xiucai's family all these years, why haven't you been contaminated with your adoptive father's good temperament of a little bit of scholarly family? Once you have the momentum, you can't hold it back, you have to go out all day long to publicize, this is God can't stand it, Tete will wake you up with a rain down-"

The old ancestor touched the little flower cat he was holding in his arms, and said coldly, "Now that you are sick, are you a little sober?" Next, do you want to go outside every day to show off your status as the county lord? ”