"The Qingyu class has been settled in Anyang City for several years, and the team has continued to accept new members and seedlings, and now it is a large class of 100 people. The class owner was overjoyed to see the achievements of the Qingyu class step by step to today. The grace of dripping water is reciprocated by springs. For Mr. Wu, who squandered his money to help the troupe gain a foothold, the head of the class has always been respectful, and he often walks around to visit during the holidays, and many times he goes with rouge.

Su Mo has been in and out of the Wu Mansion for a long time, and he still can't figure out the big family of the Wu family. There are many courtyards in the Li Mansion, and naturally, there are also many aunts. The main room has seen it once or twice, all of them on major festivals, and they have seen it on the stage, but they all sat down slightly and then retreated, and Mr. Wu was not annoyed, and he and the main room still respected each other. Starting from the second wife, the age decreases. The youngest aunt was not yet eighteen. There are a few empty rooms among them, somehow, but there are always newcomers to fill in, and the Wu Mansion is lively every day, which is more exciting than the stage.

The last time I went to Wu Mansion was because of white things. The sixth aunt's wife died violently, and the old man Wu buried her scenery, and invited the troupe of Qingyu to sing for three days in a row.

The head of the class accompanied him offstage, sat with Mr. Wu, drank and listened to the play, and whispered a few words from time to time during the period. Su Mo naturally couldn't hear what they were discussing, but she sensitively felt that Old Man Wu's eyes were much warmer when he looked at him.

Su Mo's sixth sense came true in a few days. The class leader privately found Su Mo and Luo Li to be open and honest.

The head of the class used the lid of the cup to puff the floating tea foam and told it directly.

Su Mo and Luo Li glanced at each other, both lowered their heads and did not speak.

The head of the class was not in a hurry, and took a sip of tea before continuing,

After a long time, Luo Li spoke,

Luo Li was a little flustered.

The head of the class slammed the teacup down.

Enjoy? Su Mo disagreed. The age difference is several times, and you can call your father directly. Wu Mansion is everyone, the aunt and wife of the eighth and ninth rooms, can they be separated?

Luo Li cooled down, and looked at Su Mo at a glance,

The class leader groaned and said,

Luo Li was indignant. Su Mo raised his head suddenly, this is a few meanings.

The class leader said bluntly.

Luo Li seems to have diverted her attention, and she has to pull a cushion when she dies.

Three people, each with their own thoughts. After weighing it for a long time, the class master spoke, and the two of them were not allowed to say anything, and the marriage was a certainty.

Since the development of the Qingyu class, there are many famous corners, and rouge is just one of them. What's more, it is common for new people to replace old people. Su Mo can be regarded as growing up in the Qingyu class since she was a child, and the class leader is similar to her father's role for her. The so-called parents' fate matchmaker's words, not to mention that Su Mo's marriage in the past is just a consistent maid position, Old Man Wu will not take a fancy to her, Luo Li will tie her up when she dies, Su Mo accepts her fate, since she is also rouge, then she will have the same fate.

Xia Zhi sighed when he heard it, did the gorgeous blooming of the twin flowers have to go to the tragedy together?

Summer Solstice was furious.

Su Mo said.

All Xia Solstice can do is listen. She has long heard of Old Man Wu's powerful position, and in Anyang City, she can be regarded as a figure who can turn her hands into clouds and turn her hands into rain, and how many people are eager to climb the relationship. It's good to enjoy the shade under the big tree, and the head of the Qingyu class knows this truth well, how could he disobey the meaning of this rich man for the sake of rouge.

On the one hand, Xia Zhi was depressed about his powerlessness, and on the other hand, he felt sorry for Su Mo. She could deeply feel how much Su Mo loved singing, and she could also see Su Mo's feelings for Liang Xu, but all of this was ruined by Old Man Wu's decision to take a concubine.

After Su Mo said this, Xia Zhi noticed that it was obviously a troupe, and he felt that there were obviously more thugs who maintained order, not only regulating the behavior of fans, but also monitoring all the behaviors of the troupe. Luo Li is undoubtedly the focus of attention, and there are several pairs of eyes staring at her wherever she goes.

It is not difficult to deduce who arranged these sudden extra sights. In this regard, Luo Li did not show a feeling of anxiety, but was willing, occasionally laughing and talking about a few words and getting along with them very well.

Both of them have their own ways of adapting. Luo Li is actively accepting and strives to create an environment that is conducive to herself. Su Mo passively succumbed and numbly cooperated with the pace of others.

On the contrary, it was the summer solstice as an outsider, and Su Mo felt that it was not worth it. This resentment was so strong that even Chen Huan had to notice Xia Zhi's gloomy face.

Chen Huan counted the finished wine in the brewing workshop and prepared for tomorrow's shipment.

On the summer solstice, he grabbed a small pot of wine and sat on the fence to pour himself a drink. Listening to Chen Huan's question, he briefly described the matter of Su Mo and Luo Li like pouring beans, and then sighed,

Chen Huan finished counting and sat on the fence with her. Xia Zhi generously took out the wine and shared it and rewarded him with a glass.

Summer Solstice pouted,"