When Wu Yourong stumbled to arrive, Qiao Huaping was writing a few customary pill recipes for Uncle Kun.

Uncle Kun was very moved.

I regret it very much in my heart, if it weren't for the fact that Mrs. Qiao had no fate with her own young master, if my young master could marry Mrs. Qiao back, what a good thing it would be.

Wu Yourong stood at the door, watching Qiao Huaping write with his cuffs rolled up, revealing a piece of Yinghao's wrist, white jade like frost, and he was quite distracted in a trance.

Such a nice girl......

Why did you get married!

He only hated himself, why did he stumble in the past few years, echo his mother's thoughts, and didn't make the slightest effort for the so-called portal view?!

A gentleman does something and doesn't do something, although Wu Yourong is out of shape, he is still a gentleman in his bones.

Now it's too late, and it's too late for him to say anything, so why bother?

Wu Yourong only stopped outside for a while, and was discovered by Qiao Huaping.

Qiao Huaping raised his eyes and said with a smile: "Third Young Master Wu is here." ”

Wu Yourong's eyes were full of sourness, but he couldn't say anything about it, so he could only force a smile: "I heard that your husband is not dead and is back?" ”

Qiao Huaping nodded: "That's right." ”

"You...... Going to the capital? ”

"That's right."

Wu Yourong was full of coaxing, so he could only force a smile: "Speaking of which, in the capital, one of my clan uncles is also over there, and it is a good place...... It's a good place...... Very bustling......"

He speaks upside down.

Uncle Kun was distressed when he heard it on the sidelines.

My little master, why don't you listen to what you are talking about?

If the capital is not a good place and is not prosperous, is there a good place to be prosperous?

But Qiao Huaping didn't show the meaning of a joke, but nodded seriously: "I haven't been to the capital either, so I think it should be a good place to be prosperous." ”

Wu Yourong didn't say anything more.

Qiao Huaping waited for a while, and saw that Wu Yourong was just standing there in a daze and no longer speaking, so she lowered her head again and wrote a prescription for Uncle Kun.

Uncle Kun still couldn't stand his young master's dejected appearance, so he half-helped and half-dragged Wu Yourong to the house and sat down, and poured him a cup of mint tea.

It was late spring and early summer, the weather was getting hotter, and a cup of mint tea was down, and the cool feeling brought Wu Yourong's soul back.

Wu Yourong looked down at the teacup in his hand.

This recipe for peppermint tea...... It was also given to them by Joe the painting screen.

He forcibly held back the sourness on the tip of his nose, a little bitter but forced himself to force himself, and his voice didn't sound abnormal: "I haven't had time to congratulate you, now that my husband is back, you will have someone to rely on in the future." ”

Qiao Huaping couldn't help but laugh a little when she heard it, but she didn't intend to say anything to Wu Yourong that "it's better to rely on the sky and the earth than on yourself", she only pursed her lips and smiled, and didn't pick up the stubble.

After all, she and Mei Yuan are just a plastic couple, and she is still waiting to leave at any time, and she really can't be called anything to rely on or not to rely on.

However, this is not enough for outsiders.

Qiao Huaping quickly wrote the recipe, she put the pen away, let the ink on the paper dry, and talked to Uncle Kun about the future business plan.

Wu Yourong listened to the woman's voice as clean and neat as ever, without the slightest bit of mud and water, and the more he listened, the more he felt like a knife.

Such a good woman has completely lost her relationship with him from now on.

Wu Yourong was afraid that he would lose his temper in front of Qiao Huaping, so he got up: "I remembered that there was something else at home, so I went back first...... Miss Joe, how long do you have to leave? ”

"It's probably only been three or five days."

"Good...... Good...... When the time comes, I will practice it for Miss Qiao. ”

Wu Yourong said this and left quickly.

Qiao Huaping didn't doubt it, and waved his hand, which was a goodbye.

Uncle Kun could only sigh in his heart.

Wu Yourong returned to the mansion and happened to run into his mother Mei, because he ran too fast, and almost bumped into his mother.

"Why are you going back the older you get? Frizzy. Mrs. Wu said angrily, she saw that her son was pale, and she wanted to make him happy, so she took him by the arm and said to him, "However, I happen to have something to say to you...... I know that you love Qiao's, and I am also worried about long nights and dreams, although you have to keep filial piety for your grandfather, you can't come to the door to propose marriage. But it's urgent, why don't I bring a token to the door first, and give this marriage to Qiao's family? ”

Wu Yourong listened dumbfounded.

His throat moved, he let out a scream, covered his face with his hands, and crouched down.

This frightened Mrs. Wu: "Son, my son, what's wrong with you?" ”

Wu Yourong cried, buried his face in his hands, and said hoarsely: "It's late, it's too late......

He only repeated the sentence in despair.

He hates it so much, if he had made up his mind a few years ago, maybe at this time, he and Qiao Huaping would have children!

Mrs. Wu was in a hurry, and she had no other way, so she had to ask the little girl who followed Wu Yourong out: "What's wrong with you third young master!" You tell me the truth, and nothing will be missed! ”

Where did Wu Yourong's little servant dare to hide it, as soon as he told the matter, Mrs. Wu was stunned when she heard it.

What?

Qiao's long-dead husband is back!?

But Mrs. Wu looked at her son's painful appearance, she gritted her teeth, but made up her mind.

Mrs. Wu didn't tell her son about her plans, she just coaxed Wu Yourong distressedly, and after a while, Wu Yourong said with a sad expression: "Mother, you don't need to say it, I and Miss Qiao have no fate after all......"

He returned to his house in despair.

Mrs. Wu couldn't sit still.

She gritted her teeth and asked her personal maid to take out the most valuable noodles in her private vault and put them in the brocade box.

Soon, a small carriage with blue curtains quietly drove out of Wufu and went to the Good Doctor Hall.

It's just that Mrs. Wu went unfortunately, and Uncle Kun replied with some surprise, saying that Mrs. Qiao had just left, and she was afraid that she would have gone home at this time.

Mrs. Wu was not discouraged, and asked Uncle Kun for Qiao Huaping's detailed residence, and asked the coachman to drive directly to Qiao Huaping's house.

The mountain road to Liujin Village in this Yi Township is not easy to walk, and it is good to get used to it, Mrs. Wu, who is pampered, walked for the first time, and almost vomited out of the bumpy overnight meal.

When Mrs. Wu got out of the car in a daze, her face was ugly.

She drank the water from the maid's hand, and after a while, her face was slightly better.

Mrs. Wu cheered up and let the two maids behind her hold the boxes of noodles and walk towards the gate of Qiao's house.

It was also a coincidence that not long after Qiao Huaping came back, he was packing up his things in the yard, and when he listened to the movement, he saw Mrs. Wu standing at the gate of the half-open courtyard, as if she was hesitating to knock on the door.

"Mrs. Wu?"

Qiao Huaping let out a little puzzled.

If Mrs. Wu was amnestied, she hurriedly took the maid into the courtyard: "Xiao Qiao...... I have something to tell you......"