Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Son of the World is letting go of himself more and more, and there is a rhythm that has been deviated
"You husband and wife, when you see our family in the future, take a detour from afar."
Wu Juan threw away the broom, still unrelieved of his hatred, and kicked Ye Meng again: "Dare to do it again, there are yin people behind your back, and the old lady will beat you once you see it." ”
"Mother is mighty!"
Ye Xiuyan supported her mother, waving her little fists and shouting extremely loudly.
"Aunt Juan is domineering!"
Lin Jingcheng didn't think it was a big deal to watch the show, and he also coaxed.
The corners of the sword's mouth twitched.
When the son of the world met the little girl, he became more and more free of himself, and he had a rhythm that was deviated.
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Ye Xiuqing returned to the small courtyard, poured the fish in the bucket into the fish pond, and turned around and went into the kitchen.
The meal is ready, and the steamed buns are warm in the steamer, just waiting to be served when the meal is served.
She stood by the stove, her cheeks flushed as the young man's gentle voice echoed in her ears.
Young Master Lan is really a fairy-like person.
He is handsome, has a good person, and speaks gently, even if he has a leg disease, it makes people feel excited.
"Miss Xiuqing, is there hot water?"
Qingyang pushed the young master back into the house and ran in with an empty teapot.
"Brother Qingyang."
Ye Xiuqing looked at the teapot, as if she saw the handsome and peerless young man, and her heartbeat accelerated: "You can't be busy alone, I'll help you work in the future." ”
"That's embarrassing."
Qingyang grinned and smirked: "It's enough for the young master to have me to serve, don't trouble Miss Xiuqing." ”
"No trouble."
Ye Xiuqing's cheeks were red, and she subconsciously spoke: "I will do a lot of work, laundry and cooking, serving tea and pouring water." ”
"You are not a maid, how can you be allowed to do the work of serving.
Qingyang smiled and declined, thought about it, and added: "Even if I want you to help, the young master will not agree." ”
Ye Xiuqing's heart trembled: "Why? ”
"The young master doesn't like outsiders to serve."
Qingyang thought of the young master's legs, and sighed secretly: "Qinglin and I have been used to serving since childhood, except for the two of us, no one can get close to the young master." ”
"Really?"
Ye Xiuqing lowered her head in disappointment, and her eyebrows and eyes dimmed.
*
Wu Juan returned triumphantly and walked into the small courtyard with the two children, and Ye Jian came out of the hall.
He washed his face, smeared the scars with ointment, and looked that although his nose was blue and his face was swollen, it was no longer so terrifying.
"Dad, my mother gave you a bad breath,"
Ye Xiuyan was like a cheerful little sparrow, happily running to Ye Jian, pulling his arm, and chattering non-stop: "You didn't see it, my mother is amazing, she made the uncle roll all over the ground, screaming." ”
"Hey, hey."
Ye Jian touched his nose and smirked: "Daughter-in-law, the matter of the enlightenment of the bean bag, I said the wrong thing, don't be angry, I don't care about it in the future, I will listen to you." ”
"Let's eat."
Wu Juan was in no mood to deal with him, and walked into the dining room with a straight face.
"Daddy."
Ye Xiuyan looked at her mother into the house and persuaded in a low voice: "You think, my mother is so powerful, my younger brother follows my mother, not only can I read and write, but also can practice martial arts, and when I grow up in the future, I can write and martial arts, which is a hundred times better than studying to death." ”
"Hmm."
The more Ye Jian listened, the brighter his eyes became: "You are still smart and think clearly, much stronger than Dad's stupid elm head." ”
"Daddy."
Ye Xiuyan covered her mouth and smiled: "You just said something right, no matter what you do in the future, you will listen to your mother, and it must be right to listen to your mother." ”
"Ahem."
Ye Jian's old face flushed, and he swallowed his saliva in embarrassment.
Even if he is really afraid of guilt, it is still very embarrassing to be said so bluntly by his daughter.