Cute wife is too delicious: President, please restrain

When Zhang Meiye said these words, she looked at Ning Qiao with disdain and disgust, as if her grade had been reduced!

Ning Qiao's purple grape eyes looked coldly at the farce, at Zhang Meiye and Liu Guan in front of him, and four words flashed in front of him: collusion!

Ning Qiaoqiao really regretted it. Why did she have to be soft hearted that day? Why couldn't she be cruel at that time. In this way, she would not stand here today and be ridiculed by these two people and return to this place that disgusted her!

"Second young grandma, the old lady is still waiting for you. Come up with me."

The maid behind him warned.

Ning Qiao's purple grape eyes flashed, gave an expressionless look at Liu Guan and Zhang Meiye, grabbed his head and didn't go back upstairs.

In the gloomy hall behind her, Zhang Meiye angrily looked at Ning Qiaoqiao's back. Her eyes wanted to tear her apart. Liu Guan, standing beside her, looked at Ning Qiaoqiao darkly, and pulled a smile of victory on her lips.

Of course, Liu Guan saw the gauze on Ning Qiao's forehead. Although she didn't know how the gauze came from, it's certain that Ning Qiao's forehead must have been injured! And why does a good man get his forehead hurt? And it's still early and late! It happened that I was injured at this juncture!

Just think about it. The injury on Ning Qiaoqiao's forehead has something to do with her and Yu shaomo's news during this period. What if it doesn't matter? As long as you want to get involved, isn't it simple?

With a flash in her eyes, Liu Guan took out her mobile phone from her bag, found a number, quickly compiled a text message, and looked at the mobile phone screen with beautiful eyes.

Ning Qiaoqiao, it's no use even if you hide and don't go out every day. Don't you want the reporter to know about your injury? I just want people to know!

Upstairs, Ning Qiaoqiao went to the door of the old lady's room. The maid stood in front and knocked on the door. She respectfully asked for instructions and said, "old lady, the second young grandmother has arrived."

"Let her in."

The old lady's old and calm voice was preached in the room.

The maid standing in front stepped aside and made a gesture to invite Ning Qiao in.

Ning Qiao glanced at the maid with purple grape eyes, reached out to open the door in front of him and walked in.

"Card wipe."

Behind him came the sound of the maid closing the door.

The old lady's room is still the same as before. Even in broad daylight, there is a gloomy feeling. Ning Qiaoqiao's clear eyes glanced at the old lady standing in front of the desk and walked over with expressionless feet.

The old lady was wearing a black Tang costume, her silver hair was neatly combed behind her head and fixed with several simple black hairpins. At this time, she was clinging to a brush in her right hand, writing on a white paper without raising her head to take a look at Ning Qiao.

Ning Qiaoqiao was not in a hurry. She was not interested in calligraphy and didn't see what the old lady was writing. She stood quietly at her desk and waited for the old lady to finish writing.

The bedroom was quiet and unusual. There was almost no other sound except the sound of the brush in the old lady's hand on the paper.

"Come and see how I write." Not until a long time later, the old lady's brush walking on the paper finally stopped. Instead of putting down the pen immediately, she took the pen and examined it carefully, as if she was satisfied with what she wrote.

Ning Qiaoqiao raised his head and looked at the old lady. He looked at the paper on the desk with low eyes. In his purple grape eyes, his eyes were light. He looked and said, "I don't understand calligraphy."

"Huh? Haven't you studied before? I thought you got such good grades that you should have studied. "

The old lady looked up at Ning Qiaoqiao and asked strangely. It seemed that she was really confused. There was no irony in her eyes.

Ningqiao shook his head and said, "you should know my past information. I don't have time to learn these things."

In the past, Ning Qiaoqiao actually learned some specialties, but these specialties stopped after her mother died, not to mention calligraphy.

The old lady nodded suddenly, looked at Ning Qiaoqiao faintly, put the brush on the inkstone, looked at Ning Qiaoqiao and said, "can you see what two words I wrote?"

Ning Qiao lowered his head and looked at the paper. The pink lips moved slightly and whispered two words: "willing."

When the voice fell, the old lady didn't immediately take over Ning Qiaoqiao's words, and the bedroom fell into a quiet, which was a deliberate atmosphere.

"Can you tell me the meaning of these two words?" After a long time, the old lady's voice sounded again in the room.

Ning Qiao's purple grape eyes looked away from the two black words, looked up at the old lady, smiled and said, "old lady, what do you want to tell me? You can just say, "don't go around here!"

Ning Qiaoqiao now found that she was still too naive in front of people like the old lady. Just now she thought that the old lady was really just cultivating her feelings and practicing calligraphy. Now she realized that where the old lady was practicing calligraphy, she clearly wanted to beat her with these two words!

Yes, in the old lady's world, of course, we won't waste all our time on meaningless things.

"In fact, these two words were my son's favorite. I didn't write them for you today, but I suddenly felt some emotion."

The old lady was surprised by Ning Qiao. She didn't say anything that made her uncomfortable. Instead, she looked down at the two words she had written. Some complex faces made people unable to see what she was thinking.

“……”

Ning Qiaoqiao was shocked and looked at the old lady strangely with purple grape eyes. He didn't understand why the old lady suddenly said this to her.

"My son, shaomo's father, has died for many years. At that time, shaomo and Shaohan were still children." The old lady suddenly looked up at Ning Qiao, as if she was afraid she didn't understand.

“……”

Ningqiao nodded and didn't speak.

No matter how much she doesn't like the old lady, she can't show off in front of an old man who remembers her dead son. What's more, she sees sadness in the old man's eyes.

Ning Qiaoqiao can't feel the pain of sending a white haired person to a black haired person, but she still remembers her pain when her mother died and Zhang's mother

"Many years have passed, and you are old. I'm sorry." Ning Qiao's soft voice said faintly.

"Oh." The old lady suddenly smiled, raised her head, looked at Ning Qiaoqiao with yellow eyes and said, "you know, you are still the first to tell me to be sad over the years. I didn't expect that it was you who said this to me."