Thinking of this, Old Man Qiao glanced at Liu Zening and said to Qiao Mo'er: "This is our own family matter, the ugliness of the family is not publicized, let's go to the house and talk about it." ”

Old man Joe wants to save face!

Qiao Mo'er understands that anyway, those villagers have heard what they should have heard, and the effect they want to achieve is almost the same, she gives Old Man Qiao this face!

nodded, and asked Qiao Xu to carry Liu Zening back to the upper room.

It's just that before this person went in, he saw a shoe upper thrown out, almost hitting Qiao Xu's face head-on.

Qiao Xu paused, his face was not very good-looking.

Qiao Mo'er had a gloomy face, and turned her head to look at Old Man Qiao, "Master, you said you wanted to call the shots for us." ”

At this time, if Old Man Qiao still doesn't understand, he is really stupid!

Qiao Mo'er directly took Liu Zening to the old mansion and said that the person who was beaten by the iron egg would let him call the shots. If it is said as usual, Qiao Mo'er should go directly to Tiedan's house to find them.

Zhao Xiang's words and Hu Langzhong's arrival made Old Man Qiao more sure that Qiao Mo'er knew about the stone and Qiao Wenhao here early on. didn't mention it at first, just cried and asked him to call the shots, he was wrapped in.

If this is really related to Wen Hao, he is biased, then his old face will not be able to put it aside in this village in the future...

——Catching up with Old Man Qiao's deep gaze, Qiao Mo'er understood that Old Man Qiao was coming back to her senses, but she was frank and swaying without a trace of timidity.

If she shouted at the beginning that it was Qiao Wenhao or that the stone hit Liu Zening, then even if Old Man Qiao could call the shots, he would hate them, not to mention the Yao family!

Not to mention the stone, Qiao Wenhao is the treasure of the old man Qiao and his wife, the future 'big official', if there is something, he will definitely complain about her for the rest of his life. So it could have been a brief matter, but Qiao Mo'er didn't bother to go around such a big circle.

In this way, even if Old Man Qiao guessed it through, that anger had to be held in his heart.

"Grandma doesn't seem to want us to come into the house." Qiao Mo'er took Dou'er's hand and said crisply, "Master, why don't you call Uncle out, let's face each other in the courtyard." Uncle is a scholar, and I don't believe he will beat Liu Zening. ”

"Your grandmother's temper is probably angry at who stole his trough cake." Old Man Qiao laughed awkwardly, lifted the curtain and walked in, Wen Hao must not be outside.

"If it's really Uncle's idea as the stone said, then this trough cake must have been stolen by Uncle." Qiao Mo'er followed, walking as she went.

"Sister, aren't all the trough cakes for my uncle? Why is he stealing from himself? Hearing Dou'er's innocent words, Qiao Mo'er almost laughed out loud.

This old man Qiao just said that he ran away!

Dou'er's voice was not loud but not small, and Old Man Qiao naturally heard it, and he wanted to slap himself in the mouth.

…………

After some tossing, Tie Dan and his father and mother did not leave, Zhao Xiang and Hu Langzhong did not leave, Shi and Lian were also there, and Qiao Moer's family, a group of people crowded into the upper house, all with gloomy faces.

"I really don't know who is a relative and who is an outsider." Qiao Yingying sat behind Yao's back, put on the soles of her shoes fiercely, and gritted her teeth.

Qiao Zhen'er next to her didn't react, this matter has nothing to do with her, and it has nothing to do with the big house! Still, she pricked up her ears and listened.

"Wen Hao." After they were all seated, Old Man Qiao shouted into the north room.

"What are you calling him for? Do you believe the mouths of these people? Wen Hao hasn't even gone out, who is he fighting? Yao immediately glanced at Old Man Qiao fiercely.

Old Man Qiao ignored her and only stared at the north house.

There was a sound of sooting, and the door of the north room was opened, and a man came out of it.

Dressed in a crescent white cardigan made of muslin, with a square scarf on his head, he stood straight. The face is handsome, and the temperament of the whole body seems incompatible with everyone here.