Zhou Jingrong didn't know that Fu Yunshen, a straight man of steel, had so many twists and turns in his heart, and he was still worried about Fu Chunhua.

Zhou Jingrong knocked on the side from Song Tinglan's side, wanting to know about Fu Chunhua's recent situation. However, Song Tinglan has no other information except for her consistent envy of her brother and sister-in-law's good relationship.

It's not to blame Song Tinglan, the population of the Gaomen Mansion is complex, and even if they live together, they mostly live their lives behind closed doors.

What's more, the life between husband and wife is not something that Song Tinglan, a sister-in-law, can glimpse at will.

Soon, Mrs. Fu's 60th birthday was ushered in. Coincidentally, Brother Zhen and Mrs. Fu were born on the same day.

As a result, Zhou Jingrong's mind shifted to preparing the birthday ceremony for the two, and temporarily put aside Fu Chunhua's matter.

The only thing Zhou Jingrong can do is to paint, so naturally she chose to paint as a gift.

There was no need to prepare a gift for Brother Zhen, because Zhou Jingrong's sketchbook was full of him.

Earnestly endorse, eat according to the rules, be naughty and catch insects, play coquettishly, laugh and cry, run and jump, and puff up a little bun with a cute face......

The paintings were cut into a book to look like a photo album. Zhou Jingrong is sure that not only children will like it, but Gan Tang, as a mother, will like it even more.

As for Mrs. Fu's birthday gift, it will take a little more thought.

Yayi inquired that Fu Raohua made a picture of a hundred longevity, that is, using a hundred small longevity words to form a large longevity character, which can be described as attentive.

And Lin Shutong was more attentive, because Mrs. Fu believed in Buddhism, she embroidered a heart sutra and made a small screen.

In contrast, if Zhou Jingrong is just a portrait, there is nothing new

After pondering for a long time, Zhou Jingrong decided to break through herself and draw a picture of Guanyin for a thousand lives. As the name suggests, it is to use countless small longevity characters to draw a portrait of Guanyin.

Zhou Jingrong had only seen this form of painting on the Internet before, and had never painted it before, so she was still a little excited when she thought about it, and she couldn't help but be eager to try it.

In order to fit the solemn image of Guanyin, Zhou Jingrong chose magnetic blue paper.

This kind of paper is also the gold of paper, and it is extremely expensive, because the dark blue color is quiet and solemn, and it is often used to copy Buddhist scriptures.

Zhou Jingrong used this as a statue of Guanyin, which is very suitable.

When Zhou Jingrong was tirelessly painting, Fu Yunshen was watching from the sidelines, flipping through her sketchbook casually, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt sour.

There wasn't even a portrait of him!

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that everyone in the entire Fu family except him has received a portrait drawn by Zhou Jingrong himself.

Don't say anything else, let's just say that Qi Wuju's membership card has a personal exclusive cartoon image on it, and his membership card alone does not have it, only the four gentlemen of Meilan and Zhuju.

Fu Yun thought deeply, and blurted out a slightly resentful sentence: "You have never painted me." ”

Zhou Jingrong heard what she said, and she took a break.

Why did she listen to Fu Yunshen's tone and still feel a little aggrieved?

She looked up and looked at each other with questions, as if she couldn't understand why he suddenly said, "Didn't you let me draw it?" ”

Fu Yunshen was stunned for a moment, obviously forgetting what kind of bastard he had done before.

Zhou Jingrong smiled suddenly, her tone was soft, but every word was like a nail to Fu Yunshen's body: "You forgot, you don't like me to draw you, so you tore up my painting for this reason, and warned me not to scribble." Isn't it, String Song? ”

has tried his best to narrow down the sense of existence, and when he is a transparent person, the string song is still named, and he is sad to think about whether to accept this word or not.

To receive is to offend people, and not to accept is to offend people.

In the end, she had to laugh dryly twice to avoid this sudden pot, which she also learned from Zhou Jingrong.

Zhou Jingrong didn't have to let Xian Ge testify to her, after finishing Fu Yunshen, her body and mind were refreshed, and she was immersed in the lines outlined with very small longevity characters.

Fu Yunshen was speechless by Zhou Jingrong's words, and his expression was inexplicable. After a long silence, he suddenly got up and walked out.

Zhou Jingrong noticed his actions from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but pout, angry again? Hey, I can't say a word, I'm really stingy.

But after a while, Zhou Jingrong stopped writing and was about to eat something to rest, when Fu Yunshen came back.

He held a stack of paintings in front of Zhou Jingrong, and gave an order concisely: "Tear." ”

"Huh?" Zhou Jingrong's orange was about to be stuffed into his mouth, and he asked questions about this posture.

Fu Yun pursed his lips and explained solemnly: "I tore up your painting, I did it wrong." You also tear up my paintings, forgive me when you are done, don't be angry anymore. ”

Zhou Jingrong once again refreshed her understanding of the brain circuit of straight men, she exhaled and said softly: "I'm not angry, I was joking with you just now." ”

Fu Yun didn't believe her words, and said firmly: "You refuse to forgive me." ”

The lonely look and the deep voice were distressing for no reason.

In order to prove that she was not lying, Zhou Jingrong immediately promised: "What I said is true, if you want a portrait, I will paint it for you now." ”

Fu Yunshen still didn't believe it, picked up a painting and handed it to her, looking at her fixedly, with a look of "if you don't tear the painting, you won't forgive me", serious and stubborn. It seems that if she doesn't do anything, he's going to come up and help.

Zhou Jingrong had an indescribable expression on her face, why did she suddenly feel as if she had been forced to become the beauty who loved to listen to the sound of tearing silk?

*

On Mrs. Fu's birthday, the Fu family held a banquet to entertain guests from all over the world.

Mrs. Fu doesn't pay attention to hypocrisy, and in previous years, it was just a lively and lively family membership. Because this year is the 60th birthday, I have to do a big job.

Brother Zhen sat in the arms of Mrs. Fu, wearing a new red shirt, with a long-life lock made of pure gold hanging on his chest, white like a little boy, through the light of his great-grandmother, accepting everyone's congratulations, and he was very angry.

Several in-laws of the Fu family also arrived one after another.

Master Zhou is rich and generous, and the congratulatory gifts are local tyrants of various colors, which are blinding. Song County Ling is in an official position, and his shot is also generous. In comparison, the Lin family pales in comparison.

Fu Jiao looked at the brothers and sisters-in-law who were dressed plainly, and there were only a few dry words of congratulations, and turned her head away in disgust, only hating that she had to know them.

Zhou Jingrong originally wanted to take this opportunity to meet Fu Chunhua, and then persuade and persuade her, no one is worthy of her to abuse herself so badly.

However, as the daughter-in-law of the Fu family, she needs to follow the second wife of Fu to greet the guests and handle the banquet with Gan Tang, so she has no time to go to Fu Chunhua alone.

finally got free, she sent someone to send a message to Fu Chunhua, but they didn't pay attention to her at all.

Zhou Jingrong was not happy at all with a hot face and a cold ass, but still asked about Fu Chunhua's whereabouts, and when she learned that she went back to her room to rest, she went to find her.

If it were someone else, Zhou Jingrong would not be so entangled, what does it have to do with her whether others are doing well or not?

But this person is a member of the Fu family in her habitat, and a cousin who takes good care of Fu Yunshen, and she can't sit idly by.

Zhou Jingrong was suddenly stunned, it seemed that until now, she didn't know why she was so concerned about Fu Chunhua's affairs.

Perhaps, is it for Fu Yunshen?

Zhou Jingrong was a little confused, and walked forward absentmindedly, when she suddenly heard the sound of a woman arguing behind the bushes in front of her.

Zhou Jingrong grabbed Xian Ge's hand, and the two secretly hid in the bushes, and looked through the gap to see that it was Fu Chunhua and Mama Duan beside Mrs. County.

Mama Duan pushed Fu Chunhua, although Fu Chunhua dodged, she didn't dare to fight back.

And Fu Chunhua's personal maid was kneeling aside, her head lowered, and her high swollen cheeks and trembling body could still be seen.

Mama Duan pinched Fu Chunhua's arm fiercely, and at the same time said evil words: "You also deserve to talk to me about the rules?" In the Song family, Madame's words are the rules! I'm a dog next to my wife, and you can't be disobedient! What's the matter, do you think that when you go back to the Fu family and someone supports you, you dare to talk nonsense? Don't forget that Sister Zhu is frail and still raised in the Song Mansion, and don't forget Fu Erye's township test this autumn! ”

Sister Zhu is the daughter of Fu Chunhua and Song Ziyan, just two years old, and her physique is delicate. This time, because he was sick, he was not suitable to see the wind, so he was not brought to the Fu Mansion.

Fu Chunhua originally had a slight sense of resistance, but after hearing Mama Duan's words, the blood on his face instantly faded, and the whole person was lifeless, and he almost fell to the ground limply.

Mama Duan stepped out to help her in time, and snorted coldly: "Want to get your clothes dirty and use an excuse to escape?" Think beautifully! Don't come back with me to serve Madame!" ”

Mama Duan took Fu Chunhua away half-helping, half-dragging her, and only let go of her when she walked to the corner gate, and pinched her fiercely at a tricky angle that others couldn't see.

Fu Chunhua's whole body was in pain, he stood up straight, and barely cheered up and walked out.

Zhou Jingrong and Xian Ge walked out of the bushes, and Xian Ge was already unable to close his mouth in surprise, feeling that the three views were collapsing.

It took her a while to recover, and a cynical expression appeared on her face: "That evil slave dares to abuse the big girl like that, it's really damned!" ”

Yes, what a wicked slave, but whose power is the hateful slave?

Zhou Jingrong never thought that it was not Song Ziyan who had a human-faced beast heart, but Song Ziyan's mother, the county lady who has always shown kindness!

Zhou Jingrong was friendly with Song Tinglan because she had met Mrs. Song a few times.

Mrs. Song believes in Buddhism, although she is dressed plainly, she is well-maintained, and she looks like she is still charming, graceful and luxurious.

Xu is the blessing of eating fasting and reciting Buddha all year round, and adds a bit of compassion to her peaceful eyebrows, which makes her more benevolent, gentle and amiable.

She also often does good deeds, building roads and bridges, renovating broken temples, collecting donations for orphans, and giving alms to the poor.

Whoever looks at it, she is a living bodhisattva from heaven who descended to earth to save the suffering of the world.

But who would have thought that such a person would be a person with a Buddha's mouth and a snake heart! secretly abused his daughter-in-law, connived at his subordinates to abuse him wantonly, and used his family as a threat.

Speak out, and who will believe?

Zhou Jingrong suddenly felt a cold breath rise from the soles of her feet, and her cold teeth trembled.