Sheng Chong and Abandoned Concubine: The Sixth Miss Doctor

Chapter 197 The Great Use of Small Chess Pieces Part Three

At that time, he felt sorry for her and had a grudge against Gu Fang. Now that Gu Fang is dead and she is the wife, he feels sorry for Gu Fang and is wary of her.

Why is life so complicated.

Xu Yaoqing was originally a sentimental, romantic and unrestrained young man, but now he has become such a taciturn, stern and stern man. The enthusiasm in his heart seems to have died down, and he can no longer say any sweet words, and naturally he can't say anything too emotional.

Now he hates tears and being together.

He took a deep look at her, but said nothing, and finally turned and left.

He didn't even look at Aunt Fei more.

Mrs. Han was on the verge of falling, and after Xu Yaoqing went downstairs, she screamed and fell down. Mother He who was next to her hurriedly supported her to prevent her from falling directly to the ground.

Xu Wanyin became anxious, pointed at Xu Lingyue and said sharply: "Xu Lingyue, you are satisfied now, if you force my mother to death, will your mother come back to life?"

Xu Lingyue got up, and said in a calm manner: "Are you crazy, why are you biting people like a dog? Aunt Fei is pregnant, Madam should be happy, she spreads branches and leaves for the master, this is a happy event. Madam is so angry How can you be so narrow-minded, is it because you are afraid that Aunt Fei will snatch something when she gives birth to a baby boy?"

Didn't you force your mother to take a concubine for your father in the same way? ! !
"Bastard!" Xu Fangzheng was furious, and he slapped Xu Lingyue with his hands.

Cheng Yun next to him immediately blocked it, "Fangzheng, don't be impulsive."

But Xu Lian, who was farther away than him, was even faster. He flashed to Xu Lingyue's side at an unprecedented speed, hugged her around to avoid Xu Fangzheng's slap, and patted Xu Fangzheng's arm by the way.

Xu Fangzheng's arms drooped suddenly, without any strength.

Xu Lian said coldly: "You better calm down, your arm will recover by itself tomorrow."

As he spoke, he gently let go of Xu Lingyue.

Xu Lingyue thanked him.

Cheng Yun immediately stepped forward to protect Xu Lingyue behind him, and said to Xu Lian: "Thank you for your shot." Then he said to Xu Lingyue: "Yue'er, let me take you back."

Xu Lingyue didn't want to pay attention to him.

Today's farce, he made her happy down a notch.

She knew that refusing was useless to Cheng Yun, he would stick it like a dog's skin plaster.

This person is also strange, when he likes him, he wishes he would be bored with him all day long, if he doesn't look at him more, he will feel that he is cold.

But once he doesn't like it, if he is still tired of himself, he will feel very disgusted and feel that he is a dog's skin plaster.

And Cheng Yun has always vowed not to give up until he achieves his goal, as long as he is sure, he will do it, and he is too lazy to argue with him.

As long as Xu Yaoqing doesn't talk about renouncing the marriage, it seems that it is useless for him to refuse now.

After all, it is the order of my parents, and I have no autonomy now.

The only way to retire the engagement is to get Xu Yaoqing, or die himself, or die Cheng Yun, otherwise it will be really troublesome.

With such a commotion on the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, the entire Duke's Mansion fell into a tense and weird atmosphere, and the servants were all cautious.

Especially in the main courtyard and Xu Wanyin's Qingfang Garden, they were lifeless and there was no movement.

Even some human relations in the Duke's Mansion were entrusted to the steward to take care of Mrs. Han because Mrs. Han claimed to be sick, making it a bit messy.

Although the family education in the Duke's Mansion is very strict, no one dares to gossip outside, but there are still some people who deliberately spread it out, and naturally it will be known soon, even if they dare not talk about it in person, it is very embarrassing behind the scenes.

The Duke's Mansion once again stood on the cusp of gossip in the capital.

(End of this chapter)