She's going to be a sect boss

Chapter 162 Understanding
Cui Husheng watched He Miao cast a look of pleading for help to him, and in the movement of his eyes, there was a bit of girlish innocence.

Her heart trembled, she coughed dryly, pretending to be calm and said: "Gu He...She was not in good health before, and she has been recuperating in other places."

This "she" seemed a little intimate.

At any rate, he rounded up the words.

Fortunately, Cui Xiangjun didn't become suspicious, but only showed joy, and he liked He Miao more and more. He introduced himself:

"My name is Xiangjun...my name is Zixia, I don't know my sister-in-law...name taboo?"

He Miao raised his eyebrows and said, "He Qing."

What word, she has never heard.

Both Cui brothers and sisters silently recited the name He Qing in their hearts, thinking that her name was He Qing.

One was thinking about how I would call her "Qing'er"; the other was thinking in her heart that this sister-in-law, looking good, would have someone to talk to in the future.

"Sister-in-law... Where is your ancestral home?"

Cui Xiangjun coughed lightly and asked.

Not surprisingly, He Miao turned her head to Cui Husheng again, with "Where should I come from?" was written all over her face.

Cui Husheng licked his lips and said: "Qing'er's family is far away in Jincheng, Qing'er's grandfather and my ancestor were officials in the same dynasty."

The word "Qing'er" is even more natural.

He Miao's complexion was flat, so what if someone called Qing'er, anyway, she was not that Qing'er.

This remark is made up to be reasonable.

In order to prevent Cui Xiangjun from asking any more questions, Cui Husheng took the initiative to say: "Qing'er has a younger brother who came with him, and he is resting in the front yard."

Cui Xiangjun nodded slightly, but it was inconvenient for her to see the outsider.

After talking, Cui Xiangjun was a little tired.

He hurriedly said to He Miao: "Shu Xiangjun is rude... I can't entertain my sister..."

Glancing at the sky outside, he suggested: "Today is the Flower Festival...For my sake, brother and sister-in-law..."

Speaking of this, some are out of breath.

After waiting for a while, he continued, "Why not... go to the Flower Lantern Festival at night."

He Miao had never heard of the Flower Lantern Festival, and she hadn't had time to say anything.

Cui Husheng on the side nodded and said:
"Thank you for your hard work, little sister, we will go as soon as we are ready."

Cui Xiangjun no longer had the miserable and sad look before, and was supported by the maid, and went back to the room to rest.

"Thank you Miss He for your cooperation."

Cui Husheng saluted He Miao respectfully.

"Easy to say, easy to say."

He Miao declined, and then added lightly: "As long as the reward is enough."

Cui Husheng was surprised, he probably didn't expect He Miao to be so direct.After a moment of surprise, he nodded and said:
"Naturally, it is natural."

He Miao smiled generously at him.

She naturally knows that talking about money is a bit vulgar now, but talking about feelings is even more vulgar.

She could see the small thoughts in Cui Husheng's heart.

With people, especially men, talking about money is actually better than talking about relationships.

Talking too much about feelings will hurt money.

Now that I have met Cui Xiangjun, it is naturally impossible not to meet Mrs. Cui.

Mrs. Cui had heard her son tell the truth, she was very grateful to He Miao, and she loved He Miao even more when she saw He Miao's outstanding appearance.

When I looked at the girl's eyes from the son next to me, I understood it even more.

Whatever you say, you have to take off a gold bracelet that is as thick as a thumb on your arm, and put it on for He Miao as a meeting gift.

"This is absolutely impossible."

He Miao repeatedly evaded.

Gentlemen love fortune, in a proper way.This old lady Cui has more ideas than her son, He Miao dare not fall into the trap.

When the two were evading, a servant girl came to report outside, saying that Young Master He had woken up.

He Miao was able to escape.

This Young Master He is naturally Song Zishu.

Song Zishu had heard from the gossip of the servant girls in Cui's mansion that He Miao had become the future young mistress of Cui's mansion.

He inquired carefully, not to mention that he became He Miao's out-and-out younger brother, He Miao even went to visit the old lady of Cui's family right now.

Song Zishu's lungs were about to explode.

Fortunately, I went to the peach grove to find her sincerely before!

Seeing He Miao coming in, she just sat on the pillow, raised her head, and looked at He Miao through her nostrils, looking awkward.

Seeing Song Zishu's appearance, He Miao didn't understand, so he waved to the rest of the Cui family to signal them to go out.

When they arrived in the house, there were only He and Song left.

Song Zishu glanced sideways at He Miao, and said leisurely, "Hey, isn't this the future young mistress of the Cui family?"

As soon as the words were finished, He Miao took a step forward and shuddered at his forehead.

"At such a young age, where did you learn to be so yin and yang?"

Song Zishu bared his teeth in pain.

"Why did you hit me?"

Song Zishu thought that he had risked his life to go to the fire scene to find her for her. Not only was she not grateful that she didn't say anything, but in a blink of an eye, she became the future daughter-in-law of the Cui family.

When he just woke up, he was beaten up by her.

Song Zishu's chest was filled with grievance, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.Thinking of this, tears are already rolling in the eyes.

Seeing that he was so wronged that he was about to cry, He Miao suddenly felt dizzy.

"Don't cry."

Song Zishu turned his head and ignored her.

"It's a lie."

Song Zishu looked at He Miao aggrievedly, waiting for He Miao's further explanation.

"The Cui family gave the money..."

Song Zishu said angrily: "Is it all right to give money? Have you ever heard that the poor can't be moved? Do you know how precious a woman's reputation is?..."

He Miao shrugged.

She knows, but she doesn't care.

Fame is like floating clouds, but the money you get is real.

"There is a lantern festival tonight, do you want to go?"

Song Zishu paused, and stubbornly pursed his lips and remained silent.

"If I don't go, I'll go with Cui Husheng."

When Song Zishu heard it, he couldn't be excited, so he quickly raised his voice and said, "Don't try to get rid of me."

With a smile on his face, He Miao stretched out his hand, stroked his fluffy hair, and said with a smile, "How dare I?"

Song Zishu shook off He Miao's hand in disgust.

He Miao reluctantly let go of his hand, and said: "Remember, you have to pretend to be my younger brother, or else your money will be deducted."

Hearing this, Song Zishu calmed down, staring at He Miao with dark eyes and asked:
"Is silver really that important to you?"

He has known her for so long, and she almost never leaves money.For money, even the most precious reputation of the girl's family was ignored.

The corner of He Miao's mouth twitched, but he didn't answer him.

Turning his head away, he added: "Remember to wash your little face." As he spoke, he had already stepped out of the threshold.

Only at the corner of his mouth just now, there was a bit of sarcasm with unknown meaning.

Song Zishu had never suffered from not having money, but she had had enough.

Of course she loves silver, silver is a good thing, and silver is more reliable than 90.00% of the people she knows.

But she also kept the one percent bottom line, and naturally there was money she wouldn't take.

What right did Song Zishu have to put on a condescending look to question and even judge her.

Poverty is an unforgettable memory that is hard to forget.

If you know what I've been through, you'll understand who I am and why.

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