A piece of paper

Chapter 260 East Asian Mother (Update)

Chen Jianfang trotted all the way to the southeast corner.

The Chen family is just a businessman, and they pick up a few rules from the east and a few from the west and piece them together to form a set of family rules that seem reasonable but are actually sloppy: quite like a copycat factory that blindly plagiarizes the rules of a big factory. The sense of fate in Huagu.

The disadvantages brought about by this family rule were vividly demonstrated tonight - Chen Jianfang walked quickly to the gate of Yiyuan, panting, and no one stopped him along the way.

The lights in Yiyuan were on.

Chen Jianfang stood at the door.

The young boy behind him, Mianbei, was breathing heavily. While adjusting his breathing to prevent himself from choking to death on the saliva that came up from his lungs, he carefully looked at Erlang Jun.

What's wrong?

Is this someone possessed by a ghost in the middle of the night?

Mianbei waited for a long time, but did not wait for his Erlang's next words. He followed Erlang's gaze and his breathing that had just been smoothed suddenly stopped.

"Lang Langjun, this, this, this, Miss Qiao doesn't want to visit her boudoir in the middle of the night."

If someone catches this, will the girl survive?

wrong!

Does he want to live?

His waist could be squeezed by the old lady!

Chen Jianfang looked at the bright light not far away, turned his head slightly, and said in a calm voice, "I'm not looking for Miss Qiao."

The young man Mianbei restrained his mouth from opening.

If you don’t look for Miss Qiao, who should you look for? !

Who else is there in Yiyuan?

The answer is ready to come out.

Mianbei felt that his waist would leave him sooner or later.

"Mr., we, we, it's so late, we can't find anyone, they're all girls."

Mianbei was so frightened that he stammered, hunched his neck and looked around, crying, "Lang Jun, let's go back? What if the old lady finds out about this?"

Not only will his waist be pinched, but also Miss Xianjin's life may be cut off - he likes Miss Xianjin very much, she is kind and generous in her work. After Miss Xianjin took over the family shop, their food changed from the original Meat every three days turned into meat every day. Not only him, but also the entire Chen family's servants liked Miss Xianjin very much.

Chen Jianfang put his right hand in his sleeve and curled it up into a fist. His breath sank to his dantian and then slowly came out. After several moments, the fist slowly unfolded.

"Let's go back."

Chen Jianfang turned around and left.

Mianbei took a long breath.

Great.

The waist was saved.

He glanced at his husband in fear again, his heart pounding.

Does Miss Xianjin know this love?

Probably don't know.

If only he knew, his husband wouldn't have stood outside for so long.

Well, the problem is coming.

Does the old lady know?

Mianbei poked his head and spoke cautiously, "Mr. Lang, the exams are in one year. If you go wrong at this point, I'm afraid it won't be easy for the old lady to explain."

Chen Jianfang's steps stagnated.

Mianbei stopped in panic and almost bumped into the young man's thin and craggy back.

"You have been following me for more than ten years." Chen Jianfang spoke calmly.

Mianbei straightened his back immediately, "I won't say anything!"

Chen Jianfang nodded and walked towards the darkness with his head buried.

Mianbei was stunned in place, only to realize that his husband had gone to Yingtian Mansion to study. He had become even more taciturn in the past six months, and his back was tense every day, as if there were two forces pulling at each other, one pulling his head, and the other Pull your buttocks apart and push your heels up and down in the opposite direction.

The silence is awkward, as if he is holding back some energy

The thin and craggy figure walked farther and farther away.

Mianbei shook his head quickly and hurried to catch up. His mind was so full that he had no time to pay attention to the anxious and surprised eyes not far away.

The night gets deeper.

Aunt Qu held a plain silk handkerchief in her right hand and a large plain robe draped over the elbow of her left hand. With her head buried low, she walked quickly on the outer corridor of the Grate Mat Hall. “Second aunt—”

"Second aunt——"

"Hello, aunt——"

The girl on night duty nodded and stepped aside.

Aunt Qu nodded absentmindedly, stepped into the side room, walked around the screen, and found that the oil lamp was still on, and the old lady was sitting on the warm couch to warm her feet with her hair down.

Mrs. Qu glanced at the thin robe hanging on Aunt Qu's left arm and said with a smile, "Didn't you catch Erlang?"

Aunt Qu nodded nervously, "I caught him." After a moment, she quickly shook her head again, "Erlang walked too fast -"

"What's wrong with not giving me a robe? Isn't it because I didn't catch up with Ma?"

Mrs. Qu smiled and waved, sat on the side, and motioned for Aunt Qu to come over and dry her feet together, "You are not young anymore. You need to dry your feet. The soles of your feet will be warm so that you can sleep well at night."

Aunt Qu shook her head subconsciously, "No need!"

The voice suddenly became sharp.

Mrs. Qu was stunned for a moment, then she said with a smile, "What's going on? If I didn't catch up, I didn't catch up! Why did I go out at night, and I feel like I've run into something evil!"

Mrs. Qu made way for her on the warm couch again, leaving a large space for Aunt Qu. "Don't act like a little girl. Let's warm your feet. It will feel comfortable."

Aunt Qu has never been so confused.

My brain feels like it's alive.

Erlangjun and He Xianjin walked one after another on New Year's Eve. Erlangjun's rejection of Qiao Baozhu

Not only her, but also Mrs. Qu had doubts.

That's why on New Year's Eve, people were sent to follow him, trying to find out the clues as soon as possible.

The two men acted calmly, which dispelled many of the old lady's doubts.

But there were still many things she hadn’t told the old lady. The small orchid engraving on the handle of the umbrella in Jixi Workshop was exactly the same as the orchid embroidery on Erlangjun’s cuffs.

From oneself to others.

He Xianjin was the same person as her, helpless and dependent on others, so she decided to hide the matter in private.

I thought to myself that it was just a coincidence. Could it be that the girl was really going to get into a life-or-death lawsuit based on groundless speculation?

now

now

Now the guess has come true!

Even if there is no head and tail between these two people, Erlang and He Xianjin can never be called innocent!

Aunt Qu was so confused that she didn’t know what to do!

Say?

Or not?

If so, what would He Xianjin do? She will never end well! Being hastily married off by Mrs. Qu is the best ending!

If you don't say

Aunt Qu hesitantly raised her eyes to look at Mrs. Qu, her eyes twinkling with compassion for Erlang. How could he hide his grandmother who was devoted to him!

"Sit down! You are really the one who started the fight!" Old Mrs. Qu spoke to Aunt Qu Second, unconsciously speaking with a bit of native accent.

Second Aunt Qu sat down as instructed, feeling like she was sitting on pins and needles.

Mrs. Qu saw her niece's devastated look, so she simply bent down and took off her niece's shoes and socks, and placed them on a copper smoker box filled with wormwood velvet.

Aunt Qu looked at the moxa velvet broken into small pieces in the smoke box, and then looked at the old lady's patched home clothes, and a sour feeling suddenly arose in her nose.

"You could just buy strips of moxa velvet to smoke! Don't our Chen family still lack this money?"

Mrs. Qu glanced at Aunt Qu in surprise, and smiled, her skinny cheekbones unable to support a couple of ounces of meat, "What's the difference between strips and scraps at the edges? The effect is the same!"

Second Aunt Qu was bored and murmured, "Second Master likes magnolias. He spent fourteen taels of silver to buy an acre of land a few days ago. Third Master likes chrysanthemums. Last year He Xianjin bought him a yard of chrysanthemums. Both men are like Live like an uncle."

"Only you, Ghenmatang smells of the salty alkali smell of paper making all the year round. I have worn my clothes for ten years and I can't bear to change them when they are rotten. Other people's old ladies eat bird's nests and peach gum. They can eat whatever they want. You can only eat one meal." It’s painful to add more meat or vegetables to the meal.”

Mrs. Qu frowned, "What are you doing?"

"Erlang, Erlang likes He Xianjin."

Aunt Qu suddenly changed the subject, her voice soft.

　Yesterday I chatted with the authors for a long time without updating. Today I got up at 7 o'clock to type.

　　(End of this chapter)