Difficult Dogs

Chapter 59 Traces all over the body
"Why do you see this kid like this?"

Shen Zhiyu seemed to be nailed to the spot, her eyes wide open as she looked in the direction of the sound, holding her breath and frantically trying to figure out whether she could see her little movements from that angle.

Fortunately, Mrs. Pei didn't look abnormal. She walked slowly with a cane and was accompanied by a nurse, and stood less than one meter away from her. Although the years had left traces of vicissitudes on her face, But those eyes did not have the ignorance and confusion of an ordinary old lady.

The drooping flesh formed layers of wrinkles as she squinted her eyes, and she looked sharply at Pei Chen, who was sitting on the sofa next to her, "Is he sitting or standing?"

She always did this to her two grandchildren.

They were probably not born to the daughter-in-law she liked, and they always had the stubbornness and prejudice unique to the elderly.

When Pei Xingheng heard this, he was so frightened that he immediately climbed down from the sofa and hid in front of Pei Chen.

From the time he could remember, he felt that his grandma was very strict and could not tolerate even a grain of sand. Pei Xingheng secretly stuffed his cell phone into Pei Chen's arms, lowered his head and timidly called out: "Grandma."

He secretly looked up at Shen Zhiyu again, his face looking like an eggplant beaten with frost.

Don't blame him. In the past, Mrs. Pei rarely came over when she returned to the courtyard after lunch. She appeared today probably because Shen Zhiyu was here.

Naturally, you have to pay attention to the future daughter-in-law that Pei Xu has chosen, but don't neglect her.

Thinking of this, Pei Chen carelessly touched Pei Xingheng's watermelon head. His younger brother was indeed a bit timid. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes teasing and ambiguous. Shen Zhiyu looked like a good baby, which was quite cute.

When can she change her attitude towards him? He doesn't mind her pretending to him, but it's a pity that Shen Zhiyu is really too lazy to pretend in front of him, as if she is not worth her trouble at all. , too private.

Shen Zhiyu glared at him secretly, and then her expression changed. She walked up to the old man with a sweet smile and helped the old man, "Grandma, why don't you sleep a little longer."

"I'm an old bone. I can't decide how much I sleep. I feel uncomfortable anywhere after lying in bed for a long time." After seeing her, Mrs. Pei held her hand and walked upstairs. "Why did you change your clothes?"

"Aunt Zheng's clothes are a little tight. I asked someone to bring another piece of clothes from home. I am going to have dinner with grandma. The clothes are too tight and it won't taste good if I don't have enough appetite."

Shen Zhiyu opened her eyes and told lies, but her words were unmistakable. Old Mrs. Pei listened happily without interrupting.

"Mom, your legs and feet are not good. If you have anything to do, just tell the servants."

Zheng Ling had probably just woken up. She was holding an empty cup in her hands, a silk nightgown and a coat. Her complexion was as good as snow. She took good care of herself. After giving birth to a child, she had a bit of a wifey charm. It was hard to describe a kind of naivety. Delicate feeling.

With her eyes bleary, she was startled when she saw Old Mrs. Pei who unexpectedly came upstairs, and immediately checked whether she was doing it properly.

Mrs. Pei was a purdah lady when she was young. She had too many rules in some small things and had pedantic ideas. Of course, she was also a double-standard old lady and never followed the rules for the people she liked.

When Zheng Ling saw her, she immediately closed her shirt, but the nightgown was a bit short, so she couldn't help but pinch the edge of the skirt and pull it down.

Old Mrs. Pei looked at her directly for a few seconds, her eyes sharp and dissatisfied, and her voice old and majestic: "You go downstairs dressed like this? My stepson doesn't know how to avoid taboos, so go change clothes quickly."

"Okay, Mom."

There was no dissatisfaction on Zheng Ling's face, she looked like a docile and obedient good wife, but her fingers holding the glass were jagged, and she obviously had to use a lot of strength to hold it.

Shen Zhiyu pursed her lips and looked back and forth between the two. Seeing that Mrs. Pei no longer pursued the matter, she smoothed things over with a sweet voice and gave Zheng Ling a chance to return to the house.With her small mouth, she immediately coaxed Old Mrs. Pei into a state of elation. Old Mrs. Pei came to her guest bedroom, and within 2 minutes, a woman came up.

She is wearing an improved Chinese dress, which is neither ostentatious nor high-profile, and can be worn daily. The tailoring design is unique, and the dark patterns embroidered on the dress glow secretly as she moves around, making it really beautiful.

With a tape ruler hanging around her neck, she greeted Mrs. Pei respectfully.

"Grandma, what is this?"

"This is the embroiderer from Jiangcheng Hongfang. I asked her to come over and make some clothes." Old Mrs. Pei nodded to her, picked a sofa and sat down, her eyebrows were gentle, and she liked Shen Zhiyu more and more.

Jiangcheng Hongfang, a cheongsam worth thousands of gold, has been a favorite place for dignitaries since ancient times.It has stood for centuries and has been inherited from generation to generation. It is the textile workshop with the best inheritance of ancient weaving and embroidery skills.

But now, except for famous ladies like Mrs. Pei who often visit, or they only ask for custom-made clothes at weddings or banquets, they usually wear more high-end luxury brands, which are fashionable and high-quality.

In order to ensure the accuracy of the dimensions and the accurate cutting of the clothes, the embroiderer asked Shen Zhiyu to take off her clothes and measure them in the bathroom. Shen Zhiyu looked at the embroiderer's expression through the bathroom mirror and saw that her eyes were focused and well-trained. , and then I felt relieved.

The embroiderer felt surprised when she saw the purple stain on her skin as smooth as milk satin.

I didn't expect that the weak and elegant young lady would be so dissolute in certain things.

If you pinch it too hard, it will hurt just looking at it.

The embroiderer's eyes flashed slightly, and she kept smiling. Shen Zhiyu glanced at her secretly, but there was no reaction at all. However, if she had such a fussy reaction, no one would dare to use her.

The embroiderer was skilled in her skills and quickly measured her measurements. She also picked out a few ready-made clothes from the suitcase she brought and placed them beside the bed. "Mrs. Pei, these are the ones you customized in our shop last time. One of them is It belongs to Mrs. Pei, I brought it here."

The embroiderer didn't stay long and left after finishing her work.

Shen Zhiyu put on her clothes and leaned against the old lady to act coquettishly as if nothing had happened. However, she was thinking about the background of the embroiderer. After thinking about it, she asked, "Grandma, do you often customize clothes for this embroiderer?" ?”

Mrs. Pei didn't think about the deeper meaning behind her words and said bluntly: "Sister Xiu, do you have any impression of that embroiderer?"

"I'm not very impressed. She has never been the receptionist in the past. She must be the new one."

Old Mrs. Pei nodded and said yes. She didn't quite remember such a person. Only then did Shen Zhiyu feel relieved.

Pei Chen took Pei Xingheng to play somewhere. When he came back, he was covered in mud. Pei Xingheng was crying and following Pei Chen not far away. He probably did something wrong.

Pei Chen had yellow mud on his trouser legs and two half-dead fish in the bamboo basket. His face was dark. When he entered the house, he found that only Shen Zhiyu was left in the living room. There were many fruits and snacks in front of the table. He asked in a hoarse voice: " Where is the old lady?"

Shen Zhiyu took a bite of an orange and looked him up and down: "I went back to the other hospital to take medicine. I will come over for dinner later."

She looked slovenly. Pei Chen's trouser legs were wet with mud and water. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. After saying this, he frowned again: "Why did you make someone cry again?"

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