Wan Jiang: "......"

I was really touched to hear this, but! She's wronged!

"Auntie, I'm late!"

Wan Jiang jumped to his feet in a hurry, and didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and went up and gave his aunt a big hug.

The aunt was confused, and even the maid behind her was confused, and the sixth hall took advantage of this gap to be relieved, "Mother, you misunderstood, what girl is not a girl, that is Wanjiang." ”

"Late ...... Late? Concubine Qi looked at the woman in her arms and wanted to believe it, but she didn't look like her from any angle. What do you call Hongu? ”

"Auntie, it's me, Wanwan." Wan Jiang raised his head and puffed up his breath in an effort to make his face look fatter.

Concubine Qi has a real feeling at this time, in the last second, she still thinks that this girl is good-looking, but after all, Shifang and Wanjiang have a marriage contract, and no matter how good-looking a girl is, she can't snatch Wanjiang's position.

In the next second, this good-looking girl actually called her aunt, and it was normal to be a little unable to react for a while, and touched Wanjiang's head distressedly and said, "Why did you lose weight like this?" ”

Before Wan Jiang could answer, her aunt turned back to the woman who had captured the Sixth Hall and said, "Biru, quickly bring out the stewed chicken soup." ”

After speaking, he led her into the house, and said as he walked: "Your mother is too, how can she be willing to let you lose so much weight, and she doesn't say that she will make up for it." ”

Wan Jiang couldn't help it, not that she couldn't listen to others say bad things about her mother, but it was her own decision to lose weight, and it had nothing to do with anyone, and she couldn't blame anyone.

"Auntie, I want to lose it myself."

Concubine Qi didn't seem to notice what she was talking about, and as soon as she sat down, she helped Wan Jiang comb her broken hair, "Let my aunt take a good look." ”

"Well, it's really thin." After speaking, the chicken soup happened to be served, and my aunt carefully filled a bowl and handed it to Wanjiang. "It's okay, my aunt will make it up for you."

When Wan Jiang heard this, he suddenly felt warm in his heart, and he picked up the bowl and drank it in one gulp.

The family is indeed different, seeing that she has lost weight, while being happy for her, she is also worried about her body, unlike a certain fiancé, who only feels worthy of him when he sees her lose weight.

Thinking about it, the sixth hall appeared in front of her, and when she saw that there was chicken soup on the table to drink, she also sat down, filled a bowl of soup herself, and said to Wanjiang while serving, "Drink more." ”

How the six halls used to treat Wanjiang, my aunt knew it clearly, and now seeing him so attentive, she immediately glanced at him, and in an instant, the six halls didn't dare to speak, and drank their soup quietly.

My aunt looked at Wanjiang again with satisfaction for a while, and suddenly remembered something, and turned her head to tell the Sixth Palace.

"Shifang, in a few days it will be your mother's death day, your fifth brother can't go if he has something, so you can go with me for him, and go to see your seventh brother by the way."

Shifang has followed Concubine Qi since he was born, and he has no feelings for his biological mother, and it sounds like something from someone else's family.

There was only a trace of fluctuation in the Seventh Hall that had grown up together, but after all, he replied indifferently: "Well, it's true that I haven't seen the Seventh Brother for a long time." ”

After speaking, he still has to do what to do, and he who drinks the soup still continues to drink his soup.

Wan Jiang sighed, adding a pity to the Sixth Hall in his heart, but this mercy did not last long.

I saw that the six halls were drinking, and suddenly looked at Wan Jiang, and the evil smile on his face couldn't be stopped, "It's better to go with Wan Jiang." ”