Honey: please be careful, hubby

"Mr. Yung, I know you can't ask about it, but these women are also the children of respectable families, fighting with your personal maid. What's the matter with them?"

Nanfeng Language knew that the other party was Xia Zihan's father, but when she said that, she was still very unhappy, especially when the six women here seemed to have found a backer and came to him, talking about this and that constantly.

"Uncle Xia, I know you don't like it when I call you that. You'll think I'm not qualified to call you that, but I still have to call you that for Zi Han's sake."

"In your impression, I am a scourge. I am afraid that I am fighting with daji and the others, but what I want to say is, didn't you keep asking what happened just now? Well, let me tell you, these are the daughters of the six respectable families you speak of, saying things that look down on us common people."

"I really don't understand how our people have offended people like you, and what kind of small citizens we are. Without us, can you have a good day today? I know these words will offend you, but I still want to say them."

Nanfeng Language seemed to be crazy, saying a lot and a lot of things without stopping, and when Gong Yuyun looked at her, none of them noticed that it was an expression of appreciation.

After saying that, the Xia family frowned, then looked at the people here and said, "She was serious just now?"

"Uncle, don't listen to her nonsense. They are just ordinary people. What's so great about them? They are actually making trouble in front of you."

"Is this how your parents usually educate you?"

Obviously, he was angry.

"Uncle Xia, what's wrong with you?"

"No wonder you've been here for so long and still haven't made any progress. Now I understand."

Xia Zihan's father looked at Nanfeng Language and said, "Son, what's your name?"

Ask her name?

South Wind paused for a moment, not expecting the other party to suddenly treat him much better.

"Uncle Xia, I'm sorry. My name is meaningless if you know it or not."

"No, I think it makes sense to be able to talk to me like this and still be by Mr. Yung's side. I think you're a good person."

South Wind looked at Xia Zihan, who was also very happy. She quickly came to Nanfeng Language's side, put her hand on her arm, and said with a smile:

"Daddy, she's Nanfeng Language. I told you on the phone before. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have come back from switzerland so smoothly."

"You are Nanfeng Language?"

Nanfeng Language looked at him and said that he should have seen him at work, but after all, he hadn't spoken and there weren't many opportunities to meet him, but why did he feel a little different looking at himself?

"Uncle Xia, you..."

"Who else is in your house?"

Nanfeng Language was stunned, as if he had thought of something. He was ready to speak, but Gong Yuyun said,

"There aren't many people in their family. They're just ordinary people."

Are they really just ordinary people?

When Xia Zihan's father saw what they said, he did not continue to ask. Instead, he looked at the six women and said,

"I didn't expect you guys to be so stupid. Zi Han, I'm leaving first."

"Daddy, aren't you here..."

"Let's talk about it one day."

Xia Zihan sneaked a "Yes" expression on the side.

This puzzled Nanfeng Language.

Gong Yuyun asked Ma uncle to send them off. He glanced at them and they left.

When the six women saw this, they were also confused. Why did xia zihan's father say the same thing about them? Did they really not do well?

Xia Zihan quickly took Nanfeng Language to his room and said, "Little Language, you are really great. If it wasn't for you, I really don't know what to do!"

"What do we do?"

"You know, my father and the others came here today to discuss our marriage with Mr. Yung. I didn't want to marry Mr. Yung either, so I was still thinking about what to do. In the end, there was a movement on your side at the most critical moment. After my father passed, he left."

"But what uncle Xia meant was that the next time he came here, he would talk about something like this."

"I know, but one day is another."

Nanfeng Language still looked at her and said, "If you don't want to marry Mr. Yung, you can just tell him."

"Well, I wanted to say it, but Little Language, I said that our marriage is like this. Even if we don't love each other, if it's for some purpose, we will still get married, so it's useless for me to say it."

"But you haven't tried it. How do you know it's useless?"

"I really don't know what to say, Little Language. If I could, I would have done it a long time ago."

Nanfeng Language understood something, nodded and said, "Well, I really hope you can find your ideal husband and make him a good friend of qin jin."

"Hehe, yes, yes."

At this time, Xia Zihan seemed to be thinking about his beloved husband, or else he wouldn't have laughed so happily.

It hurts!

These days, his stomach was aching. South Wind was wondering if it had something to do with the bag of vinegar, but he didn't have time to think too much. He just didn't want to go when Ceng Xiaomei called him for lunch.

"Really not going?"

"Well, I'm not going. My stomach is not feeling well."

"I think you've been feeling unwell for days. Have you taken your medicine?"

South Wind shook his head.

"That won't do. You have to take medicine, or your stomach won't heal. Besides, you have to eat. Well, I'll go down to the canteen and bring you some porridge after dinner."

"Okay, thank you."

"You're so polite to me, Little Language. You're a little too much!"

Nanfeng Language smiled, then laid his head on the table.

I don't know what happened recently. The pain is really uncomfortable. What can I do?

The people in the office had already gone out, but unexpectedly, their cell phone rang at this time.