The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Her hair was still pulled up into a lady's bun, but it was blown a bit by the wind one night and was a little messy. Her clothes the color of lucky bamboo were wrinkled, making her look very embarrassed.

No one came to help, Wen Ya stood up on the sofa by herself, placing her hands nervously in front of her.

Called: "Sister."

The old lady was disgusted.

Wu Ma reminded: "Miss Wen, you should call me Madam."

Wen Ya pinched her palms, her lips turned white, and she reluctantly said, "I was negligent. I really should call my sister Madam."

Mother Wu reminded her calmly: "It's Madam, Miss Wen needs to know her identity."

The implication is that she, a concubine who walked in through the back door, was not even qualified to enter the ancestral hall, let alone call the main palace "sister".

Wen Ya looked humiliated, but she could only smile and said, "Yes..."

The old lady flirted with her and said, "You went to see that girl Jiaojiao yesterday?"

"Yes, I bumped into him by chance, so I said hello to the kid."

The old lady sneered: "There's no need to beat around the bush with me. I know exactly what you are. The guy named Bo asked you here to break up the mistress's marriage, right?"

Wen Ya was not surprised. The old lady was so smart that she couldn't hide it.

"The master said that the third young master's marriage was too hasty. He had met Nan Jiaojiao before, and she was not someone who could live peacefully. Besides, the undercurrent of the Bo family is surging now, and those in the side branch are ready to make a move. The third young master doesn't care about the capital. Forget it, if he marries another wife who is not helpful to him, sooner or later he will be eaten alive by those in the family."

"Fuck your motherfucker!"

Old Mrs. Bo got angry and put the tea cup down due to gravity, and the tea splashed across the back of her hand.

Her face darkened, "He wants to get married. Have you asked me? He dares to speak about anything. He dares to touch the granddaughter-in-law I have identified!"

Wen Ya lowered her head, "Madam, I'm just following orders, everything is the master's will." "Come on, I'll leave my words here, Jiaojiao is my one, if you come to me in any matter, you will only have You are so good at bullying children, go back and tell that old sick man that as long as I am alive for one day, he will never have any control over my mistress's marriage!"

Wen Ya was shocked and didn't dare to raise her head. It took a long time before the words came out of her mouth: "I understand. When I go back, I will convey the madam's intention to the master intact."

"stop."

The old lady called Wen Ya to stop. She was not blind, so she could understand the expression on Wen Ya's face.

Also tell me, who is the yin and yang weirdo?

Wen Ya tensed her shoulders and turned around, "Madam, do you have any other instructions?"

"Are you good at making tea?"

Wen Ya raised her eyes, "Huh?"

"I happen to have a tea set here. You can make some tea before you leave."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wu Ma had already gone to get the tea-making tools, put a futon on the ground, and politely asked Wen Ya to sit down.

Wen Ya was holding back her anger, but she hid it well on her face. She sat down and fiddled with the tea set, doing the last step in an orderly manner. Finally, she poured out a cup of tea and handed it to the old lady with both hands.

The old lady didn't answer and just said: "It's cold."

Wen Ya subconsciously retorted, "The temperature of the freshly brewed tea is just right, how can it be cold?"

The old lady said, "When I say it's cold, it's cold."

Wu Ma picked up a pot of boiling water from the stove, "Miss Wen, please hold it steady. The old lady doesn't like to drink cold tea, so please be patient."