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

Wen Ya suddenly raised her head, with uncontrollable anger in her eyes.

But Wu Ma still smiled lightly and her tone was soft, as if she was just talking in a normal way.

"Miss Wen, lower your hands."

Wen Ya bit her lip, took a deep breath, suppressed the anger that had reached the top of her head, and held the cup in both hands and lowered it.

Wu Ma slowly poured hot water into the tea cup.

"Miss Wen, lower it a little lower."

Wen Ya lowered her hand further, and Old Mrs. Bo suddenly sneered: "You can't kneel down with those legs, can you?"

"Madam! This is private punishment. If I want to cause trouble, the law will not be on your side!"

Old Mrs. Bo looked calm, "Law? You, a feudal dregs, are talking about law with me."

She stretched out her hand, and the servant on the side handed over the crutch. The old lady stood up tremblingly, folding her hands and supporting the head of the crutch.

"Teach her the rules of being a concubine, otherwise the people in the capital will really think that cats and dogs dare to jump around in front of me."

Wu Ma responded.

After the old lady left, Wen Ya immediately got up from the ground.

Wu Ma was not in a hurry and called two bodyguards in, forcing Wen Ya to kneel down. She slowly poured the water from the kettle into a thin column of water.

The boiling water spilled out, and Wen Ya almost took her hands off. Wu Ma said lukewarmly: "Ms. Wen, our wife has a bad temper. She is just teaching you the rules at this time. If you don't cooperate, you will be punished later." It’s not as simple as a punishment. After all, with your status, it’s hard to find any reason to stand up to you among the Bo family members, right?”

Wen Ya's eyes were red, filled with resentment and powerlessness.

After Mrs. Bo went upstairs, she called Nan Jiaojiao. As soon as she got through, she couldn't wait to say in a complimenting tone: "Jiaojiao, grandma helped you vent your anger. I asked Wen Ya to kneel outside the ancestral hall. One night, she is still in my house. Don't worry, I will get her back for whatever she did to bully you. She has grandma, so you don't have to pay attention to anyone, you know?" Nan Jiaojiao chuckled and said, "I got it. ,grandmother."

"Just remember that the Bo family in Rongcheng will always be your backing. My mistress and I love you so much that we won't let you suffer any injustice. If this happens again, just tell me and grandma will support you. .”

Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips, the smile on her face not diminishing, "Okay, thank you, grandma."

"Thank you! Come back for dinner this weekend, and grandma will make rice dumplings for you."

Nan Jiaojiao teased: "Grandma, will you cook it yourself?"

The old lady was so embarrassed that she choked back her voice, "I'll let the kitchen do it myself!"

Nan Jiaojiao smiled, "Grandma, I'll call you later. It's not good to be caught fishing while working."

"Okay, then you are busy, grandma will hang up first."

The old lady is not coy or hypocritical at all. If she says hang up, hang up first.

Nan Jiaojiao put her phone in her pocket and stuffed the lollipop into her mouth again.

It's not busy today, a few media came to visit the class.

The media allowed by the crew to enter were all approved by Director Chen. He stood in the middle, with Xiao Yu and Shu Jin on the left and right, and other supporting actors next to him.

Yang Yi stood at the very edge, with no media surrounding her. She was smiling apologetically, but the corners of her mouth were slightly stiff, listening to them answer questions that reporters had already passed.

Yang Yi couldn't get a word in, so she finally got a question that she heard clearly. As soon as the microphone was handed to her, the joy on her face was not maintained when she was pushed away by another hand.