Discipline traitor husband

Chapter 17

After Bu Youran finished "appreciating", she turned around to enter the mansion with satisfaction, only to hear the horse behind her "sneeze" and then lay down on the ground.

Bu Youran was surprised.

Then the front curtain was lifted, and a burly man in his forties came out first. He lowered his head and couldn't see his face. He stretched out his hand to lift the curtain, and slowly walked out of the carriage with a white hand.

Bu Youran's mouth opened wider and wider...

Chu, Chu Jinyu!

But, why was she so surprised?

There's nothing wrong with Chu Jinyu riding in a carriage, right?He is a down-and-out young master who was fostered, so there's nothing wrong with riding in such a dilapidated carriage?

Bu Youran looked at Chu Jinyu standing quietly beside the carriage. When he was standing with the burly man, Bu Youran suddenly realized: In his heart, he actually regarded Chu Jinyu as a sick beauty. He was too fair and thin. In my impression, he seems to be always lying on that stone chair, always in the lonely yard that belongs to him...

The 15-year-old Chu Jinyu was already a few centimeters taller than most men. He turned his head and whispered something to the burly man, who nodded, got into the carriage, waved his arms and left with a low shout.

Bu Youran remembered yesterday that he concealed the fact that the magistrate sent someone to deliver the burden, and felt a little resentful, but when she thought that she was older than him anyway, she treated it as a child's joke, so she gave up and felt relieved.

Seeing Chu Jinyu approaching, Bu Youran took the initiative to greet Chu Jinyu with a smile, "The weather is good today, it is very suitable for going out." According to Bu Youran's thinking, he should follow her words and continue talking about where he went...

As a result, Chu Jinyu glanced at her, and passed her indifferently.

hi~
this man!

Bu Youran thinks that she has a lot of adults and doesn't plan to pursue it anymore, but he is good, he deliberately put on a show!
Do not know, pretend not to be familiar with.

Cut ~ she will too.

……

She went all the way back to the house of the younger sister of the Song family angrily, but instead of seeing Song Yiling, she saw Xiaoqing writing something on the table.

Bu leisurely approached, "Copy the Book of Songs?"

Xiaoqing looked up at her, but said nothing.

Bu Youran knew that Xiaoqing hated her deeply, so she didn't blame her, so she leaned over recklessly and boasted, "The handwriting is really good."

"Writing well is not as effective as your mouth!"

Bu Youran heard her sarcasm, and laughed again, "Xiaoqing, Xiaoqing, how old are you?" Well, Bu Youran admitted that he was very spineless, and he was going to talk about his age again!

"Thirteen." She didn't understand why Bu Youran asked this.

"Thirteen, a cardamom-like age... oh..." Bu Youran said with emotion, "When I was thirteen, I was still running and playing in the fields in the countryside." There is a large stick field there, and there were few things to play with when they were young, so the field became a place for them to play.

"How old are you this year?" Xiaoqing could hear the tone of Bu Youran's words, but she didn't dare to guess randomly.

Bu Youran had a triumphant smile, "I can be your aunt this year."

Xiaoqing was surprised, shook her head, but didn't believe it.

"I'm 27 this year, do you think I can be an aunt?" Bu Youran suddenly approached her face.

Xiaoqing stood up and took two steps back, then looked her over carefully, "Really?"

"Isn't it?" Bu Youran breathed out again, and sat down on the chair Xiaoqing had just sat on, "I think I'm old, if it wasn't for lack of money, I would definitely not come out to look for work at this age Come on, who do you think would be willing to serve others?" She clenched her hands into fists and thumped her waist, expressing that it was really not easy for her.

Xiaoqing put down the brush in her hand, approached slowly, and also helped to beat the back of Leisurely who started.Thinking that there is also a mother in her 30s in her family. Because she has been doing farm work for a long time and her lumbar spine is bad, she and her brother are often asked to help knead. She always said with a smile that she has enjoyed the treatment of a rich wife in this life, and it is worth it. .

Bu Youran turned her head to see Xiaoqing's moist eyes, knowing that she must be homesick, so she was a little embarrassed for a moment, picked up the newly copied paper on the table, and asked, "How many years did you sign when you came to the house?"

"20 years." Xiaoqing replied truthfully, "There are still 16 years, eight months and three days left."

Bu Youran was taken aback, she didn't expect that she remembered it so clearly, which shows how much she misses home in her heart.

Bu Youran's heart couldn't help but soften, she turned around and took Xiaoqing's hand, a little cold, and deliberately changed the subject, "Where's Miss?"

"Miss said to go to Miss Hubu Shangshujia to discuss the matter of the poetry meeting."

"Poetry meeting?" Bu Youran raised his tone.

The little girl nodded, "Miss wants to hold a poetry meeting, and invited Miss Wan from the household secretary, Princess Hao, Miss Li from the Right Prime Minister, and some of her school friends."

Bu Youran frowned, "Miss didn't say..."

"Xiaoqing? Xiaoqing?" Before Bu Youran could finish asking, Song Yiling's shrill and hurried voice came from the gate of the courtyard.

Song Yiling was out of breath because she was walking too fast, her cheeks were rosy, "Sister Bu is here too, just in time."

Xiaoqing quickly poured a glass of water and handed it to Song Yiling to calm her down.

Song Yiling took a sip, "Help me think of what topics to use in the poetry meeting."

Bu Youran saw the eyes of the two of them turned to her, she smiled and said, "I don't know what the questions are, and besides, I'm too old to get along with you young people, so the questions I asked must be the same. It's old-fashioned." So he stood up and walked out again and again, "The young master is knowledgeable and talented, why don't you ask him? I'll let it go."

"Look how scared she was..." The little sister of the Song family and Xiaoqing laughed from behind.

Poetry?When Bu Youran thinks of poetry, her head hurts.I thought back then that I had memorized too many poems for the exam, and my head was getting bigger.It's too late to hide, and I still have a question.

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(End of this chapter)