Su Zhaoning knew that Mrs. Wu loved Nan Wanwan from the bottom of her heart. If this marriage is going to be successful, the most important thing is Nan Wanwan's attitude.

She looked at the others in the room, and then replied more bluntly, "Wan Wan Tong." ”

"I don't believe it!" There was a noise at the window, and the door was pushed open. Nan Qichen stood at the door angrily and looked at Su Zhaoning and Mrs. Wu in the room.

After he looked at the people, his eyes fell on the pile of gift boxes in front of Old Taijun Wu.

Nan Qichen strode in, reached out and picked up one of the gift boxes, and threw it out: "Nonsense! Sister don't want to get married! ”

The gift box was thrown to the ground, and a statue of Guanyin fell out of it.

Even if the Guanyin statue was only exposed to the upper body, Wu Lao Taijun could see at a glance that it was from the hands of a compassionate layman.

Because of such Guanyin statues, she has dozens of them in her room.

In the past, every year Mrs. Wu would go to buy a statue of Guanyin painted by a benevolent layman himself. But in the past two years, the benevolent lay people have stopped mentioning the pen. The Marquis of Chang'an Mansion was able to send a statue of Guanyin painted by the other party, and Mrs. Wu was very surprised.

She walked over to pick up the statue of Guanyin.

The old man was not good at bending over, so Su Zhaoning took the first step to pick it up for her.

When she saw the red seal on it clearly, Mrs. Wu was even more pleased, and she asked in disbelief: "The seal of compassion is only available after the compassionate layman seals the pen and does not draw it." Could it be that this is a new work? ”

Su Zhaoning had also seen the statue of Guanyin in Mrs. Wu's room, and she could see that the two portraits were made by one person. But the origin is not very clear.

She replied honestly: "When the granddaughter-in-law was not out of the cabinet, the grandmother at home enshrined the Buddhist scriptures copied by the abbot of Qingquan Temple. ”

It's not Mrs. Zheng's private collection, it's specially prepared for yourself.

Mrs. Wu was very satisfied with the sincerity of the Marquis of Chang'an.

Compared with the two, the behavior of his grandson throwing gifts is too rude.

She scolded: "Qichen, stop! ”

Nan Qichen couldn't listen to it at all, the anger in his heart became bigger and bigger, and he simply kicked down the entire table, and the gift boxes on the table fell to the ground with a bang.

Mrs. Wu was so angry that her breathing was a little unsteady. She pointed to the gift on the ground and asked Nan Qichen, "What are you going to do here?" What do you want to do? ”

Nan Qichen looked confident: "I don't want my sister to get married!" I raised her! ”

"What bastard are you talking about!" Mrs. Wu felt that her heart was a little painful. Her body shook uncontrollably. Fortunately, Su Zhaoning stood very close and immediately supported her.

"Bastard! Darn! Mrs. Wu sat back on the rosewood chair, helpless in the face of such a grandson.

She really didn't know what else to say, so she could only muttered sadly: "I'll be satisfied if you're angry." ”

Nan Qichen quickly replied: "I'm happy if you force me to die." If my sister gets married, I'll go on a hunger strike! ”

"Nan Qichen, what are you doing!" Outside the door, Nan Wanwan happened to come over, and when she saw the scene in the room, she came up angrily. She took three steps and made two steps, and she was about to come in and arrest Nan Qichen.

Nan Qichen turned sideways, dodged his sister's movements, and then bent down and ran out directly from the side.

Looking at the gifts scattered all over the place, Nan Wanwan didn't understand what was going on.

She thought that these were all sent by the Marquis of Chang'an, and the anger in her heart increased. Picking up all the gift boxes one by one, Nan Wanwan said to Mrs. Wu: "Grandmother, I'm going to find Qichen, I can't get used to him like this anymore!" ”

Mrs. Wu didn't speak, and let Nan Wanwan go.

When only she, Su Zhaoning, and Mama Xu were left in the room, Mrs. Wu spoke again.

She stretched out her hand to grab Su Zhaoning, and said earnestly: "Zhaoning, I believe that there is you, Wanwan also has a home, and my grandmother is now only relieved of Qichen." ”

"This kid was indeed spoiled by me in the past. Now I have no choice but to rely on you. Zhaoning, can you help me take care of Qichen? Mrs. Wu held Su Zhaoning's hand, her eyes full of cautious expectations.

Su Zhaoning looked back at Mrs. Wu and replied, "Daughter-in-law can only do her best. ”

"It's enough to have your words. Zhaoning, grandmother gives you a word, you let it go. Grandmother won't blame you and won't listen to him. Mrs. Wu patted Su Zhaoning's hand and promised.

Mama Xu on the side felt a pang in her heart. Sure enough, as she thought, the day when Mrs. Hou completely mastered the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion had come.

As far as Wu Lao Taijun is concerned, the day's right to the cards is not completely delegated to Mrs. Hou Su Zhaoning, this time entrusted to Nan Qichen, that is really putting the entire Dingyuan Hou Mansion into Su Zhaoning's hands.

The deep meaning of Mrs. Wu's move, Su Zhaoning knew it in his heart.

In the kitchen, she handled it like that in order to wait for such a result. Nan Qichen has been pampered by Mrs. Wu for many years, and he will definitely not be able to completely correct it once or twice. Wu Lao Taijun is willing to delegate power, and Nan Qichen has the possibility of being taught.

And the second wave of the bear child's drama has obviously kicked off.

From the time the matchmaker invited by the Marquis of Chang'an came to the door, Nan Qichen really went on a hunger strike. He locked himself in his room, ate and threw out all the food, and did not even want to take a sip of water.

Nan Wanwan personally came to persuade or reprimand, but it was in vain.

Mrs. Wu did what she said this time, no matter how the next person came to tell her, she summed it up in one sentence: "Now the housekeeper is the lady, go to the lady to tell the lady, you don't have to tell me." ”

On the first day of the hunger strike, Nan Qichen was still full of energy. For the subordinates who come to the door, they can beat, scold and push.

On the second and third days, when he really persevered, Nan Qichen felt the difficulties. He didn't want much food yet, but his thirst for water was getting stronger.

But Mrs. Wu has never come to see herself, and her sister Nan Wanwan has not compromised when she comes to the door every day, so Nan Qichen decided to be ruthless to herself.

He simply lay in bed all day long, doing nothing, just to control himself from eating and drinking.

It had only been a few days, and his face was much worse than before.

Shen Zhou took the food, knelt on the ground and begged him.

But Nan Qichen didn't say a word, and he didn't even give him a look.

The cauldron stood by for a while, and then without saying a word, he went to fetch a basin of cold water. She untied the hairband on Nan Qichen's head, wet his hair with a handkerchief, and then opened her mouth to say nonsense: "Shen Zhou, go to the ancestor and come over." The young master was sweating. ”

This—This is obviously wet with water!

The sunken boat looked up at the cauldron.

The cauldron looked back without fear.

Nan Qichen, who was lying on the bed, didn't feel the action of breaking the cauldron, but he didn't want to waste extra strength to open his eyes and speak.

But now that he heard Po Cauldron instruct Shen Zhou like this, he couldn't help but praise: "Well done." ”