You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 243 Compassionate
Wen Qing'er twitched and said: "There is an old saying that is good, if you don't stay in college, you will become enemies if you stay! Qing'er is not willing to blame her mother, and please be sympathetic to her daughter's longing."

"Furthermore, A Yu is so good, but he lost his mother since he was a child. Qing'er is willing to give half of her best mother in the world to A Yu."

"Mother, don't be so stingy, and care more about other people's children. After all, I will call you mother in the future!"

Lin was amused by Wen Qinger's nonsense, she poked Wen Qinger's forehead with her index finger and scolded with a smile: "I don't know who you look like with your thick skin!"

"When other daughters talk about the person they like, which one doesn't blush and hesitates to speak, you little rascal is good, if you talk about it, even the little duke will come to our house Get married!"

Wen Qing'er covered her forehead with one hand, and pulled the corner of Lin's clothes with the other, and defended herself in a low voice: "What Qing'er said is the truth, if mother takes a good look at Qing'er's face, she must be blushing, ashamed Red ashamed!"

"Okay, okay!" Lin pressed Wen Qing'er back on the seat, and asked with a smile: "Then did you see Young Master in the carriage today?"

Wen Qing'er drank two mouthfuls of Osmanthus soup and nodded: "Ah Yu is here to deliver Yanjin plums to Qing'er."

"Grandma Wang in Xinghua Village is getting old and can't make plums any more. A Yu knows that Qing'er likes to eat them, so she learns the craft of making plums from Granny Wang. From now on, she will only make plums for Qing'er to eat alone!"

Lin said with a smile: "He really has a heart, but he doesn't know how long he can last. If he doesn't keep his word, then mother won't follow him."

"Mother, just wait and see! Qing'er believes that A Yu will do what he says, and there are still more than two years before Qing'er and Ji, mother must help Qing'er take care of it!"

After finishing speaking, Wen Qing'er held the sea bowl and ate all the noodle soup in one go.

Lin twirled the handkerchief and wiped the corners of Wen Qing'er's mouth. Seeing Wen Qing'er's trust in the young master and her defenselessness, Lin was a little worried and didn't know how to tell Wen Qing'er start this matter.

"Although the young master is good, you are still not engaged after all, so it is always unreasonable to communicate in private, if..."

Wen Qing'er covered the back of Lin's hand, and comforted her in a soft voice: "Mother, don't worry, Qing'er knows what she knows, and she will never do anything out of bounds to shame the family. A Yu respects Qing'er, and she will never Do anything to hurt Qing'er."

"What shame or not." Lin looked at Wen Qing'er in front of her and frowned slightly.

"I know that you are a thoughtful person. If you are sure of one thing, you will not turn back even if you hit the south wall. You just need to have a sense of proportion in your heart. It's too late to regret it like my mother."

Wen Qing'er was already exhausted after a day of tossing around, and after filling her stomach, she became even more tired.

He simply didn't go back to Yufu Garden, and stayed in Chunhui Garden with Mrs. Lin.

At the same time, in the other courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing.

There were only two or three flickering candles lit in the tightly closed dark room, Ying Yu opened the letter paper and gathered the candles beside the table.

Half of the side face was hidden in the darkness, the fundus of the eyes was dim, and the reflection of the candlelight rolled and danced in Ying Yu's eyes.

Zhuyun Zhuliu stood in front of Ying Yu, waiting for the master's order, the room was quiet for a while, and even the sound of shallow breathing became indistinct.

"Humph!"

Ying Yu snorted coldly, put the two pages of paper in his hand back on the table, and tapped the table with his fingers, making a dull "duk-duk" sound.

(End of this chapter)