In the teahouse box, the fragrance of tea was overflowing, Jiang Yuhuan took a sip, and looked at Mao Zhiquan's eyes with undisguised excitement.

Mao Zhiquan was very helpless, looked at Fu Yinglong, who was sitting by the window with a calm face and looked out of the window, and couldn't help but speak, "Madam, your husband is ...... him."

Jiang Yuhuan didn't look at Fu Yinghan, and said indifferently: "Don't worry about him, I care more about the thoughts of the second son." There are also good sisters around me who like to read the book, but they only know to cry and laugh for the people in the book, and they don't care about anything else. The second son has been writing a book for many years, and I want to hear the thoughts of the second son. ”

"Doesn't Madame already agree with me?"

Jiang Yuhuan was stunned,......

"Drop the vest at the beginning, waste the prince, you listen to my quibble" Chapter 127 The money bag is lost and is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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