At night, she lay on the soft couch and closed her eyes, thinking of Duan Wangchen who was drunk in Jiang Wanyin's arms at this moment.

When I woke up, the pillow was already wet.

The mother-in-law sent by the Wang family, Rong, shouted outside, "The old lady can explain, Miss Cousin should go over to serve tea to the new lady earlier!" ”

There was contempt in his tone.

"I'll go now."

Song Qingge grabbed the corner of the quilt, lifted the quilt and got down from the soft couch.

When they arrived at Wang's Yongle Pavilion, Duan Wangchen and Jiang Wanyin had already arrived one step ahead.

He only became a relative yesterday, and today he must bring his new wife to greet the Wang family early, and Jiang Wanyin was next to him.

Wearing a blue smoke gauze skirt embroidered with gold threads, a hosta is obliquely inserted in the bun, and the pearls on the hosta are gently swaying, making her beautiful and moving.

Seeing Song Qingge, a hint of pride flashed in her eyes.

"What are you still doing? Why don't you come in and give your cousin tea! Seeing Song Qingge standing outside the door of the house stunned, Wang Shi faded the smile on his face and gave her a cold face.

"Yes."

Song Qingge coughed lightly and dragged his sick body towards the house.

After greeting the Wang family, Furou stepped forward with a cup of hot tea, she took it and walked up to Jiang Wanyin, leaned over to give her tea, "Cousin, please drink tea." ”

"I'll take it for Yin'er."

Seeing that her body was so weak, Duan Wangchen hurriedly stretched out his hand.

Wang's pale brows frowned, and he said unhappily, "This is her due courtesy!" Duan Wangchen glanced at her helplessly, and had no choice but to withdraw his hand.

"What my grandmother said is..."

After standing for too long, Song Qingge's hand holding the cup trembled.

"There's Sister Lao Qingge."

Jiang Wanyin looked at her, showing a little doting between her eyebrows, raised the corners of her lips and stretched out her hand to take the cup, and noticed that her hand had taken the cup, Song Qingge let go of her hand.

"Ahh

But the next moment I heard a scream, followed by the breaking sound of the cup falling to the ground.

Song Qingge's eyebrows twitched, and when she raised her eyes, she saw that Jiang Wanyin's hands were scalded red by the hot tea, and her slender and flawless jade hands were still trembling.

"Yin'er, are you alright?"

Duan Wangchen got up and grabbed her wrist, looking at the hot red piece of her hand distressedly.

Jiang Wanyin tried hard to open the corners of her lips and shook her head, "Husband, Yin'er is fine, it must be Sister Qingge who thought I had taken the cup before letting go of my hand, it's all my fault, I was too careless." ”

She took all the blame on herself, but there was pain in her eyes that could not be hidden.

"What's the matter with you? Why can't you even give a cup of tea?! Listening to Jiang Wanyin's words, the anger in Wang's heart was even greater.

Song Qingge has lived in the Hou Mansion for so many years, everyone in the mansion knows that she is close to Duan Wangchen, and now that she sees that Duan Wangchen is not marrying herself, she must have deliberately spread her resentment on Jiang Wanyin.

"Grandmother, no, it's not me, and I don't know why the cup suddenly dropped..."

Song Qingge shook his head vigorously, his eyes full of grievances.

"If you hadn't done it on purpose, the cup would have fallen from Yin'er's hand on its own?!" Wang scolded sharply.

A layer of tears welled up in her eyes, "It's really not me..."

"Grandmother, I also believe that Ah Ge didn't mean it, so I should ask my husband to come over and treat Yin'er's wounds first." Duan Wangchen frowned slightly, and his tone was anxious.

Wang snorted coldly and ordered his subordinates to go down and call the husband over.

Worried about Jiang Wanyin's wounds, Duan Wangchen helped her back to Qiuqian Yuan first.

After Duan Wangchen walked away, Wang looked at Song Qingge with horizontal eyebrows, "Since it is your broken tea cup, you will clean it up, and no one is allowed to interfere to help her!" ”

"Yes."

Tears were rolling in her eyes, and she knelt down with a trembling voice, picking up the pieces on the ground one by one.