"Auntie will go to the Zhenguo Mansion tomorrow to see my cousin, I want to go too. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Jiang Qin's eyes stared at his toes for a moment, his eyes were slightly red, he pursed his lips that were a little dry, and whispered.

It's just a common remark, but when she says it, she feels like she has been greatly insulted, and her face is full of discomfort.

The handkerchief in her hand was simply twisted into a lump by her.

Chunqing's mother thought that she was missing her mother again, sighed deeply in her heart, and smiled gently: "Silly child, I naturally want to take you and Shuangrui with me." ”

Shuangrui rolled his eyes silently, turned his face to concentrate on playing Nine Rings, and no longer looked at Jiang Qin.

My cousin is so annoying, every time I talk to my mother, I look like I have been greatly wronged.

Who in this house doesn't treat her as a serious lady, and what delicious food and drink is not the first to be sent to her, and she still behaves like this.

Jiang Qin blushed and raised his eyes to look at Chunqing's mother, with a happy face, "What Auntie said is true?" Can I really go? There was a little tear in his eyes.

Shuangrui silently rolled his eyes again.

My sister seems to have said that such a person is called ...... Shuangrui tilted his head and thought for a while, called White Lotus!

Cousin Jiang is a glass white lotus!

Looking at the tears in Jiang Qin's eyes, Chunqing's mother followed her nose with a sour nose, and tears fell down.

A few days ago, my sister sent a letter, saying that the chickens and dogs at home are really not good now, and she wants Jiang Qin and Jiang Huan to live in Shilang Mansion for a few more days.

Jiang Qin's father actually wanted to raise that kiln sister as a flat wife, and he also had to put on a three-day flowing water banquet for this.

As long as I think of that kiln sister yelling at my sister, and when I think of Jiang Qin's father beating my sister for a kiln sister, her nose and face are swollen and her head is bleeding, Chunqing's mother's heart is like being pierced by a barbed steel cone.

"Silly boy, of course I'll take you with me." Chunqing's mother wiped her tears, smiled with red eyes: "After a while, I will ask the maid to make a new dress for you and Shuangrui, we will wear it beautifully." ”

In order to make his mother happy, Shuangrui put down the nine rings, got up and sat in his mother's arms, his fleshy little hands touched his mother's cheeks, and his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, "Shuangrui likes new clothes the most, I want to wear goose yellow." ”

Shuangrui had just changed his teeth, and his front front teeth were leaking when he spoke, so he couldn't hold the words very well.

The "goose yellow" became the "goose room color", which made her mother rub her hair and laugh.

Jiang Qin was immediately embraced by this mother and daughter, and the warm and sweet picture pierced her eyes.

Clenched his fists, glanced at Shuangrui with compassion, and scolded hatefully in his heart: Dead girl, what are you so proud of, one day you will kneel and cry in front of me!

She hated Chunqing very much, and she hated Shuangrui very much.

She hated them for being happier than she was.

Why can you have a harmonious family, and I can only send people under the fence to be looked down upon?

"Okay, I'll make you goose yellow." Chunqing's mother doted on her little daughter's bulging little face, raised her eyes to Jiang Qin and smiled: "What color does Qin'er want?" ”

Jiang Qin's body trembled, and he said with a pale face: "Let my aunt spend money again, I have clothes to wear." ”

"What is this, a piece of clothing is called a broken fee?" Chunqing's mother knew that Jiang Qin had always had strong self-esteem, so she deliberately said: "Ming'er looks at Chunqing's girl, you look at the flowers you are wearing, and she is happy when she looks at it." You just say what color you like. ”

It turned out to be worn for Chunqing to see.

Jiang Qin tugged at the handkerchief, and his heart was sour.

Under the fence, even making clothes must obey the arrangements of others.

"Then make bean green." Jiang Qin said in a low voice, and quickly stood up, "I'll go back and prepare a gift for my cousin." ”

Looking at Jiang Qin's back as he left in a panic, Chunqing's mother let out a long sigh.

Qin girl's marriage, I'm afraid that she will have to handle it in the end.

Ming'er went to the Zhenguo Mansion to talk to Chunqing, and asked Chunqing to help keep an eye on it and find a good family for Jiang Qin.

The thought of her pregnant daughter brightened her heavy heart.

Fools have stupid blessings!

As soon as he returned to the room, Jiang Qin immediately instructed a little maid, "Go and ask the mother-in-law on the needlework what color thread is most commonly used to make clothes for children." ”

The little maid responded and ran back in a moment, "Miss Biao, the princess on the needle and thread said that the red line is the most commonly used. ”

Red line?

Jiang Qin looked at the red thread in the needlework basket, and the corners of his mouth hooked.

The little maid standing on the side couldn't help but shudder.

And the Tian family in the second room of the Zhenguo Mansion is sitting on the big kang in the front window with a sad face at the moment, and his brows are furrowed to kill a fly.

Thousands of precautions, thousands of calculations, why didn't she expect Ming Zhitang to hide the news so tightly.

Second Master Song was not in a very good mood at this time.

He clearly remembered that after yesterday's incident, he hid Yu Niangzi's water-red mandarin duck belly pocket in the haystack of the sheepfold, but today he couldn't find it when he rummaged through the entire sheepfold.

I don't know if it was stolen by someone who killed a thousand knives.

And when he was having fun with Yu Niangzi, there was actually a ram that went crazy and had to put a horn on his ass.

Fuck, it really hurts!

The second master of Song, who was resentful in his heart, looked at Tian's sour cucumber face, and he was angry.

Their target is Da Lang, as long as Da Lang is cleaned up, what is the use of Chunqing even if she is pregnant with ten or eight children!

Tian, a stupid woman, always puts her mind on the eldest daughter-in-law.

Isn't it fun to fight back and forth?

Second Master Song sighed weakly, and said in an unhappy voice: "Isn't it just that I'm pregnant with a child, it's a good thing!" ”

Tian rolled his eyes at Second Master Song, a good thing is a fart!

Have you lost your mind by Qiao's dead hooves?

Seeing that the Tian family was indifferent, the second master of Song sighed and explained: "Dalang's daughter-in-law is pregnant, so naturally she can't manage the feed, won't the power of the feed in this house fall into your hands again?" ”

After that, Second Master Song glanced at Tian and said, "Also, in the days to come, Da Lang can't rest in Da Lang's daughter-in-law's house, so Yingxue naturally has a chance." That's not what a good thing is! ”

Tian's heart suddenly became clear.

That's a good thing.

However, Tian's mood is still not happy, since the kitchen has raised so many live sheep, the old man always has such a strong smell of sheep dung, and he doesn't let people live.

Thinking that Su would have to buy a batch of live cattle back in a few days, the corners of Tian's mouth trembled, and he felt a little out of breath.

Chunqing, who was eating tomato brisket, was also in a bad mood.

Ming'er's mother brought her sister to see her, if she saw the scar on her neck, she would have to be abused by Song Hui.

Chunqing could think of her brother carrying a kitchen knife to find Song Hui desperately.

How can I keep my mother from discovering this?

It's really sad.

The worried Chunqing turned grief into appetite, handed the empty bowl to Song Hui, and said angrily: "Add rice." ”

Song Hui immediately took the rice bowl and added a bowl to Chunqing very doggedly, "Eat more, eat more." ”

Bai Shao, who was standing on the side, took a deep breath and rolled her eyes.

Grandma, you're really enough! (To be continued.) )