My princess Lu Ziye

Chapter 1101 1110 Does the donor have something to say?

Seeing He Lanting like this, the old lady was terrified, and hurriedly grabbed his hand.

"Brother Ting, what's the matter with you? Are you okay? Are you tired? You work day and night every day, even if you are a hard worker, you can't bear it."

Speaking of the two grandchildren, there is a stomach full of bitterness to vomit, and no one can worry about it.

Not to mention the younger grandson, although the eldest grandson has a good character and never goes to Yanjie and Liuxiang, but it is still a problem that he has been procrastinating and not getting married.

He is the eldest grandson, and he is still waiting for him to inherit the family, but he has no interest in women at all, let alone marrying a wife, and he doesn't even have a housekeeper.

Before, the old lady was afraid that he might have some hidden illness, so she secretly stuffed two beautiful and knowledgeable maids in his room, but he kicked them out within two days.

She only wanted to deal with the case, and she was so busy with business all day long that it really worried her to death.

"Brother Ting, you are not young anymore, it's time to find someone who knows the cold and the hot by your side, who cares about your daily life and takes care of you.

You take care of all kinds of affairs by yourself, you are too busy to touch the ground, and your grandmother is old, and you can’t take care of her everywhere, so you say..."

As soon as I talked about this, I couldn't stop it.

He Lanting finally felt better, and started listening to her babbling again, interrupting her hastily.

"I see, grandma, don't worry, we'll talk about it later."

After that, he supported her, deliberately made a detour, and walked out through the other side door.

Chen Xiuzhen stood there steadfastly, her eyes flickering slightly.

Xueyan looked at her in surprise, "Miss, what's wrong with you? Why did you stop when you were walking?"

Chen Xiuzhen pointed to a group of people not far away, "Do you know which house those people belong to?"

Xueyan followed her gaze, thought for a while, and her eyes lit up.

"Ah, it seems to belong to Shaoqing's mansion. The nanny came to our mansion before to deliver the horoscope."

Chen Xiuzhen looked at the group of people, but her eyes were only fixed on the tall figure, with a deep thought.

"Shaoqing's mansion? They came to pass the horoscope? What did mother say?"

Xueyan was curious, why did Miss suddenly think of her own marriage after she recovered from her illness and didn't care about anything.

"I don't know what madam thinks, but I heard that it seems that the horoscopes of the two families are left behind, and they are making the final decision."

Chen Xiuzhen's eyes flashed, and her voice was a little anxious, "Is there someone from the Shaoqing Mansion?"

Xueyan was taken aback again, and shook her head.

"Madam doesn't allow people to talk about it. I also heard from sister Hongtao who is next to Madam before. I really don't know which two families it is."

Chen Xiuzhen lowered her head in disappointment, with a sleepy expression.

Seeing that she was excited just now, Xue Yan suddenly became listless, and hurriedly changed the subject.

"Miss, didn't you say you came to look for Master Yuanhui, now that you have recovered from your illness, you should come to see Master, and offer incense sticks to fulfill your wish.

When you were sick before, Madam often came to Qingquan Temple, and even invited Master Yuanhui to the residence in person. "

Chen Xiuzhen nodded dispensably, and walked towards the backyard.

Shangguan Yan turned around and sat back, looking restless.

Yuan Hui glanced at her, "Does the benefactor have something to say?"

Shangguan Yanwan saw him take the initiative to speak, looked at Yun Yifei and smiled apologetically, but she was not polite.

"Master Yuanhui, there is something I want to ask you for advice."

Yuan Hui dropped a son, his hale and hearty eyes were unwavering, "The almsgiver has something to say, please tell me."

(End of this chapter)