"Mr. Zhao?"

Zheng Fan looked at him a little worriedly, and Zhao Pingjin waved his hand at him: "You go." ”

Zheng Fan walked out silently, but Zhao Pingjin stopped him when he went out: "Did you get the things back?" ”

"It's still at the boss's house, I thought I'd ask you what you mean first."

"Go get it back, don't tell her yet."

"Yes."

Zheng Fan left, and Zhao Pingjin stood there and finished smoking two cigarettes, his eyes gradually becoming deep and firm.

Mrs. Zhao of the Lishan Courtyard received a call from her favorite grandson, who said on the phone that he would go back to visit her in a few days, and that he would bring someone with him.

Mrs. Zhao hung up the phone, her heart was like a cat scratching, and she called Aunt Tang to come over and speak: "What do you mean by Pingjin?" It's good to say this, is he going to bring it back to me when he meets a lovely girl? ”

Aunt Tang has become richer and richer over the years, and her smile is very kind, just like a freshly steamed white bread, and Mrs. Zhao couldn't help but nag: "Oh, you really should lose weight, you have to come out of any disease if you eat so fat at this age." ”

"Why did you say the same as Young Master Pingjin, I'm not fat with a wide heart, you and Young Master are good, I can't be fat if I'm not fat."

Aunt Tang was really frightened some time ago, and she lost more than a dozen pounds in a row, but she made up for it in less than a month.

"What kind of girl do you think Pingjin will bring back?"

Mrs. Zhao is really curious, her grandson has grown to the age of twenty-eight, and it seems that she has a little bit of a relationship between men and women for that Zhuang Mingwei when she was young, and she has never heard of any special women around him.

Miss Wei Zhen is so outstanding, he doesn't pay attention to it, I really don't know what kind of immortal fascinates him now.

"The young master just likes it, even if it is a fairy, the young master can't help it if he doesn't like it, besides, how bad can your precious grandson's vision be."

Aunt Tang's words made Mrs. Zhao feel at ease, what did she say, Pingjin has always had a high vision, and when she was a few years younger, she was not as calm as she is now, especially when she was arrogant and conceited, otherwise, Zhuang Mingwei's methods might have really gotten him in his hands back then.

is also because he is too arrogant and conceited in his bones, so he can't stand being calculated like this by a woman, and he is still a woman who has a slight affection for himself.

Mrs. Zhao didn't take Zhuang Mingwei's matter to heart at the beginning, Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Rong were particularly mindful at the beginning, but she didn't think so, Pingjin's temperament was there, the more Zhuang Mingwei used means to calculate, the farther Pingjin would only be pushed.

Sure enough, the two of them are not unsuccessful, Zhuang Mingwei is now married.

Mrs. Zhao couldn't help but sigh, she was anxious that her grandson's marriage was far away, but now it was really a good thing to come true, but the old lady was still uneasy in her heart.

Aunt Tang persuaded her: "You are all this age, to put it mildly, can you manage Young Master Pingjin to marry a wife and have children, and who your great-grandson will marry in the future?" According to me, you just turn a blind eye and be an old feudal lord who has been offered, and your children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, right? ”

"Why am I not as transparent as you think, too, I worry so much about it in vain, although Pingjin is filial, but it is not at the mercy of others, as long as she is a good girl, you can do anything, you can't hurt the feelings of our ancestors and grandchildren because of outsiders."

"You can think like this, it's really a blessing for our young master Pingjin and that young lady."

"Forget it, I don't want to, anyway, I've been waiting for so many years, and I still care about these few days, you can go out with me for a walk, and lose weight by the way."

Mrs. Zhao stood up, and Aunt Tang helped her walk out with a smile.

Mrs. Zhao was a little envious, Aunt Tang had both children and daughters, and now her grandson is also married and has just given birth to a pair of dragon and phoenix fetuses, she is really blessed in her life.

Sometimes she can't help but think that it is better to be an ordinary person in an ordinary family, but the human touch is stronger.

Where is it like this, a family, fighting like this.

……

When Xu He came out of the bath, Zhao Pingjin was planting flower seedlings in the yard.

She sat on a chaise longue under the eaves of the porch, holding a cup of tea and watching him bend over and busy.

The crisp suit pants were splashed with mud, and both hands were dirty and I couldn't see them.

Xu He frowned, ready to go out for a walk by himself.

Zhao Pingjin saw that she was going out, so he hurriedly called her: "You wait for me for two minutes, I'll wash my hands and go with you." ”

But before he had time to come out of the flower garden to wash his hands, Xu He had already walked out of the fence courtyard gate, and when he turned a corner, he disappeared.

Zhao Pingjin was a little panicked at first, but then he thought that there were all his people nearby, and even if Xu He walked farther, he would not encounter any danger, so he didn't alarm the bodyguards, and walked along the path to find someone.

Xu He didn't have any purpose, so he walked along a small stream, and he didn't know how long he walked, when he suddenly heard a low sobbing from a woman.

Xu He's heart was shocked, and all the weird stories that came out of his mind were the weird stories he watched when he was a child.

But in broad daylight, even the ghost fox spirit wouldn't dare to come out.

Xu He slowed down and quietly followed the cry for two steps, and then she saw a young woman sitting on a stone by the stream and crying with her head down.

And in her arms, there was a little girl about two or three years old, but the little girl listened to her mother crying, but she also looked indifferent, just staring blankly at the wild flowers on the other side of the stream.