Seeing that Wen Shuang was about to step into the rotten door with one foot, Qiao Wanshi hurriedly raised her hand and shouted to stop her from relaying the scene.

Regarding the love-hate relationship between Mr. Qing and Mr. Luo, Qiao Wanshi only thought of one possibility, an eye knife thrown at the man who stepped into the door, "What did you do?" ”

The tone is questioning, but the look is affirmative.

Sikong Fan was noncommittal, and smiled proudly: "One blow will be hit." ”

It's really him!

Qiao Wanshi hurriedly freshened up and went to Yuzhuxuan, only to see a group of maids and women who pricked up their ears and eavesdropped at the moon gate.

In recent years, it is not uncommon for big families to raise male waiters and plays, but Zhuang Yuanlang and Tanhualang are very exciting when they get together, plus the storyline of 'I love you but you want to marry a wife, so I don't have to endure it anymore', I don't dare to write it like this!

Liu Feiyun was at the stone table, kneeling in front of him Qingzhu, who was wearing a middle coat, and pulling Luo Youheng, who was also wearing a middle coat but with an extra coat, and comforted him in a warm voice:

"Hengheng rest assured, aunt, no, my mother will definitely give you justice, and I will not let you be taken advantage of in vain."

At this time, Luo Youheng's expression was indescribable, so it was okay not to mention it.

Qingzhu was even more miserable, he was punished by his mother when he woke up with a hangover, and listening to her words was even more disgusting than eating flies, "I really don't have that kind of relationship with Luo Zhixin." ”

From the time he was discovered, he had long emphasized that his mouth was dry.

Luo Youheng retorted reflexively, "Don't call me a cousin!" ”

Look, isn't this still flirting!

Liu Feiyun glanced at his son, "It's okay, look at the mark on Hengheng's neck, didn't you gnaw it?" Look at Hengheng's legs, they can't be straightened, didn't you do it? ”

Qiao Wanshi was silent, according to a certain culprit, he caught the insect bite of Yinzi; The leg was directed at the sore point.

Qingzhu couldn't argue, Luo Youheng wanted to cry without tears, they drank high last night, and they clearly went back to the yard, who knew that they would sleep together.

The two looked at each other, and almost at the same time confirmed who was the 'poisoner', after all, no one dared to attack the two of them except that bastard.

Qiao Wanshi looked at the expressions of the two of them, and almost foresaw the end of Sikong Fan being beaten to death......

At this time, Liu Feiyun noticed her arrival and beckoned happily, "Xiao Wanshi, you came just in time, I have something to look for you." ”

Qiao Wanshi had to wade into the troubled waters, after all, she had nothing to do with her.

"Good morning, aunt."

"It's pretty good." Liu Feiyun let go of Luo Youheng and pulled Qiao Wanshi and asked her to sit beside her, "I want to ask you to design a pro-dress for Hengheng and his bastard son!" ”

Not to mention the other people in the courtyard, Qing Fengming, who just entered the door, almost fell into a dog and ate, and Sikong Fan, who had just landed on the wall, slipped and fell down.

"There is Mr. Heng Heqing's marriage dress......"

Although it was not kind to laugh, Qiao Wanshi said that she couldn't help it, and the corners of her mouth rose wildly as if she was self-conscious.

"Feifei, that's not right."

Qing Fengming is used to seeing wind and waves, and he can see the problem at a glance, Qing Zhu is overjoyed, but his father is calm.

Then the handsome middle-aged man said seriously:

"At least you have to notify your parents before you can decide on the marriage."

Qingzhu, Luo Youheng: "......"

"That's right, it's still thoughtful."

Qiao Wanshi covered her mouth violently, for fear that she would laugh.

Then he received resentful eyes from Luo Youheng and Qingzhu, and immediately sat down.

Qingzhu lip-synced at her, help!

She nodded slightly, understanding.

"Uncle and aunt, can you listen to me?"

The girl's clear voice attracted the attention of the couple, and Liu Feiyun nodded, "Xiao Wanshi, you say." ”

Qiao Wanshi took a deep breath and tried her best to put on a serious smile, "I think it's too early to notify my parents or design a family dress." ”

Qingzhu and Luo Youheng were dumbfounded, no, we mean to let you quickly clarify the misunderstanding!

"After all, a man falling in love is risking the world's condemnation, since Mr. Qing and Youheng have decided to make it public, they should let them adapt for a while." Qiao Wanshi looked like she was thinking about her friends and blessings, "And Youheng's father is a scholar, I'm afraid he won't accept it so quickly, and he should also think about it slowly." ”

Qing Fengming agreed, "Wanshi is reasonable. ”

Liu Feiyun hesitated a little and said, "But I want Youheng to enter the door early so that he can help me take care of the house, and then I will go out with my father-in-law." ”

"Don't worry, Xianggong still wants to make more money to buy clothes for Feifei."

For this couple who sprinkled dog food at any time, Qingzhu had no hope and gave up struggling.

Then Liu Feiyun was convinced, she thought bitterly for a while, and smiled, "It's okay, the left and right daughters-in-law have fallen, and it doesn't matter if it's two years late." ”

immediately pulled Qiao Wanshi and left, saying that it was better to set the style of the marriage dress first.

Leaving a bunch of men in the yard staring wide-eyed.

It was a little cold in the morning, Qingzhu sneezed, Shi Shiran stood up and glared at his father angrily, "There should be a limit to my mother's nonsense, father, what are you doing with it?" ”

For his excellent son, Qing Fengming didn't care about the demeanor of an elder, glanced at his son, and left striding away after starting a family early.

Qingzhu: "......"

Qingzhu was disheartened, "Let's go back to Lin County." ”

That's it?

Luo Youheng, he has a relation, he hates to throw himself into the well and die, obviously he is the most injured, okay?

He is a dignified Tanhualang, but he was rumored to be a broken sleeve under the condescending people, what will others think of him when he returns to Beijing in the future?

Qingzhu pinched his eyebrows, "To ...... Youheng, I'm really sorry, I will strictly prohibit the people in the house from spreading the word. ”

In the final analysis, it was all because he didn't want to marry a wife, although he was also a victim.

The two returned to their courtyard to dress and wash, then copied their swords and searched all over the house to find the culprit.

On the other side, Qiao Wanshi finally got rid of Liu Feiyun, and when she returned to the room, she found a guy cowering on the beauty couch, saying that it was not right to say that he was shrinking, and he was still sitting there drinking leisurely with a plate of dried fish.

"I'm in a good mood." Qiao Wanshi walked over and kicked his foot, and said gloatingly: "Mr. Qing and Youheng are looking for you everywhere with swords. ”

Sikong Fan glanced at her, "What's so afraid of this?" ”

As he spoke, he handed the plate in his hand to her, "Shangyun Mansion's specialty, Bihu small whitebait, try it." ”

Qiao Wanshi didn't know where this guy got this kind of thing every day, so she tasted it and tasted it, it was delicious, so she sat next to him, took another one, raised her eyebrows and asked:

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Youheng can only play tricks, and Qingzhu can't beat me." Sikong Fan took a sip of wine and squinted his eyes in enjoyment, "Don't talk about this, how do you want to leave Shangyun Mansion?" ”

"I'll think about it later."

Sikong Fan was about to continue asking, when suddenly his ears moved, and he stood up suddenly, "Think about it, let's leave tomorrow." ”

After that, he ran out of the door, flew up to the eaves and disappeared.

Qingzhu's clothes flew because of the speed was too fast, and her hair was slightly messy, "Xiao Wanshi, Sikong Cang asked what about the bastard?" ”

Qiao Wanshi pointed to the door, "You guys are a step late, he's gone." ”