In the afternoon, the lobby of the Hung Kee Inn was deserted.

Hong Aya stood behind the counter, flipping through the account books and crackling the abacus.

A fat woman dressed in fancy clothes held a glass of wine and propped up one elbow on the counter, lying there staring at Hong Aya and smiling flatteringly.

"Boss Hong, this is a good marriage, I won't look away, you will regret it if you miss it, think about it again?"

Hong Aya replied without raising her head: "No need, I don't want to marry now." ”

The fat woman took a sip of wine and smacked her lips: "A woman has passed eighteen and raised an old girl, but if she wants to marry, she can't get married." ”

"Hey, Mrs. Wu, every time you eat wine and take credit, it's okay if I don't chase you for interest."

Hong Aya looked up from the account book and glanced at her angrily and funny.

"Did you make up your mind to hit me, and you still want to get another amount of money from me?"

"Oh, how dare I!"

Mrs. Wu pretended to smile generously, pinched her throat and said, "Besides, I don't need you Boss Hong to pay for this money." ”

Hong Aya said: "Old Qianpo, who did you sell me to this time?" ”

"Haha, what is Boss Hong called? It's not like I'm watching you support the inn alone, and I pity you and feel sorry for you......"

Hong Aya glanced at her and said, "If you say enough, you can quickly settle the money for the first few drinks." ”

Mrs. Wu hurriedly said, "Wait, I haven't finished talking yet." This time, it is the eldest son of the boss of the rice shop who has a solid background. ”

"My family background is not thin, so I don't have to worry about you."

Hong Aya lowered her head and continued to dial the abacus.

Mrs. Wu chattered endlessly: "If you marry into his family, this rice line will not be your little husband and wife in the future?" ”

"You said that you are not good to be a young grandmother and enjoy the blessings, why do you have to open an inn in a painful and tired way? Women, sooner or later, they have to get married. ”

Since she got acquainted with Hong Aya, she came to the inn every once in a while to ask for a glass of wine.

Hong Aya is young and beautiful, and there are many men who are worried about her, and Mrs. Wu often comes to her to tell her about matchmaking, but she is blocked back angrily.

This time, Mrs. Wu came again.

Hong Aya decided to ignore her, and she was left to say enough.

"The old woman has been a matchmaker for decades, and she has never looked away, you and that young master are a perfect match! Tsk, can you get married and be as short as you? ”

"Then why don't you pull a good matchmaker for yourself?"

Hong Aya rolled her eyes and glanced upstairs, worried that Mrs. Wu's nonsense would be heard by Jin Ling'er.

Mrs. Wu said: "I said you girl, I like you to be a matchmaker for you." If you don't appreciate it, forget it, why bother to ridicule the old woman? ”

She drank the wine from the glass and put it down with a "clang".

"Boss Hong, I didn't say you, at your age, if you don't hurry up and find a man, no one will want it."

"What's there to worry about?"

Hong Aya sneered and said, "It's a big deal, I'll find a boss lady to come back." ”

"Oh, that's a light point." Mrs. Wu picked the boils on her face and said, "You girl will talk nonsense all day long." ”

"Who says no one wants it?"

At the door, a bright and moving woman walked in quickly and blocked Mrs. Wu at the counter.

She smiled, her eyebrows and eyes were smart, but her eyes were horizontal, but her momentum was not weak.

"I want to."

Hong Aya jumped up with a smile and reached out from behind the counter to wrap her arms around Ruan Si's neck.

The two of them laughed wildly, their faces pressed together.

"That's right! She's my boss. ”

The two are of similar age, one is heroic and the other is bright, and the two smiling faces dazzle Mrs. Wu's eyes.

Mrs. Wu was stunned for a long time, took out a handkerchief and wiped her forehead, muttered "nonsense, what nonsense", turned around and ran away.

Yan Yingzhou slowly stepped forward and carried Ruan Si back to him.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and silently asserted his ownership.

Ruan Si didn't care at all, and smiled at Hong Aya: "Ayan, I'm sorry, I ruined your good marriage with the young grandmother of Mixing." ”

Hong Aya blushed and ran out to play with her with a smile.

"Okay, Jojo, even you came to make fun of me."

Ruan Si deliberately hid behind Yan Yingzhou, hugged his waist and hid left and right, and giggled: "Husband, save me." ”

Yan Yingzhou's expression was faint, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his lips, blocking Ruan Si intentionally or unintentionally.

Hong Aya had no choice but to shrug her shoulders and say, "Qiaoqiao, you are cheating, what is it to hide behind your family Master Yan?" ”

"By the way," she suddenly remembered something, "Shen Fu came just now, and went upstairs to his room." ”

Ruan Si nodded, asked Yan Yingzhou to go upstairs to take a look at Nan Nan first, pulled Hong Aya and said, "Ayan, I saw ...... at Ning's house today."

"Ahh What is this? ”

A scream sounded upstairs, interrupting Ruan Si's words.

When they looked up, they saw Shen Fu in shock, and he crawled out of the room.

Shen Fu drank some wine today, and wanted to paint while he was drinking.

But as soon as he laid out the rice paper, he felt a headache, and the door was not closed, so he collapsed on the couch and squinted for a while.

When he heard the movement, he got up in a daze, and saw small black handprints in his eyes.

On the ground, a black and white dumpling looked up at him.

The ball grabbed his brush in his hand, smirked sweetly at him, and reached out for him to hug him.

Where has Shen Fu seen such a scene?

He was so drunk that he didn't even have his shoes and stumbled out of the room.

Shen Fu was embarrassed to hold on to the guardrail on the second floor, and shouted desperately at the few people downstairs watching the excitement: "What's the matter? ”

The silver bottle was sealed by Shaoyu, and they asked to help calculate the salary.

Previously, Jin Ling'er was washing clothes in the backyard and left Nannan alone in the room for a nap.

There are no guests in the inn today, and there are Hong Aya and the guy watching downstairs, she thought that it would be okay to let the child sleep for a while.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, this little ancestor got up by himself and groped his way to the door of Shen Fu's room.

Shen Fu didn't close the door, so the girl touched it by herself and climbed on the desk to play with his pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

She was covered in ink and didn't understand what was going on.

Jin Ling'er came back from the backyard, frightened, and hurriedly asked Ruan Si for guilt.

"That's it, fortunately, it's okay this time, and I can't leave the child alone in the room next time."

Hong Aya also comforted her: "You haven't brought a child, forget about this matter, as long as the girl is fine." ”

Yan Yingzhou took away the dirty dumpling on the ground.

Shen Fu held on to the railing half-dead and roared, "Why don't you ask me if I'm okay!" ”

Nan Nan was so frightened that she pouted and buried her dirty little face in Yan Yingzhou's neck.

"You're alright."

Yan Yingzhou hugged Nannan, glanced at Shen Fu and said, "If you want to have something, you can do it." ”

Ruan Si smiled and pushed Yan Yingzhou away, and smiled apologetically at Shen Fu.

He dusted off his clothes, got up from the ground, and snorted dissatisfiedly: "Hey, Pei Zhiyang asked me to tell you." ”

Hong Aya was slightly stunned and looked away.

"He passed."

Shen Fu suppressed the corners of his lips that were raised unconsciously, and snorted coldly: "I've had enough of sending you a message, and next time it's time for him to tell you himself." ”

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