A prostitute: a good wife provoked an evil husband

"The poem that the girl wrote last time, Yun Yao specially made people remember it. The last time I talked with a few friends, they all said that the girl is extremely talented. Yun Yao also told people that this is the girl specially for Yun Yao What I did really envied those people."

It was just a poem with tacit understanding with Chen Zihan. In the past, when two people quarreled and the other party sought peace, they would recite this poem. Unfortunately, the poem is still the same poem now, but the person is not that person.

An Xiaoqing felt as if she had poured bitter oil in her heart. Back then, if Li Wenna hadn't been there, she and Chen Zihan would have been pretty happy.

She raised her eyes slightly, looked at Chu Yunyao quietly, looked at the same eyebrows, the same handsome face, but the strangeness and throbbing in her heart were not there. Also, the skin is only the appearance, people still have to look at the inside , It's not the same person, it's not, no matter how the same looks, it's not him. ,'

Thinking about it this way, my mood became more relaxed and calm, and it was rare for me to smile slightly at Chu Yunyao: "Master, you are polite, it is just a little girl's joke, and you will not be on the stage, please don't talk about it in the future The poem was written by a young girl, so it will cause unnecessary trouble."

Chu Yunyao was surprised when he heard this: "Why is this? This poem was passed down by my son. If it is not said that it was written by a girl, is it possible that my son took it as his own and the girl is not angry?"

An Xiaoqing didn't expect Chu Yunyao to be so humorous, so she smiled and said, "If the son is willing, my daughter will feel very honored."

Chu Yunyao laughed out loud when he heard this, and suddenly felt refreshed. Sure enough, he was much more relaxed when talking with an intelligent and informal woman.

The girl in front of her smiles like a freshly bloomed snow plum, elegant and pure, natural and pure, and the ease and sincerity between her brows and eyes made Chu Yunyao startled, as if something hit her in her heart, there was a thud , a little numb, and a little flustered, this feeling has never been felt before, when An Xiaoqing looked over again, Chu Yunyao's eyes were a little wandering, as if he didn't dare to look at her.

To An Xiaoqing's surprise, the old man still didn't come, but the Huang family did.

Huang's complexion is sallow, and she is supported by Huang's mother when she walks. Seeing her struggling to walk, but trying to smile, An Xiaoqing is still a little moved. No matter what Huang's intentions are, she has indeed been asking for help recently. An Xiaoqing is not the one who cares about showing favor to herself. When others stop embarrassing herself, she will no longer be an enemy of them. ,

"My concubine is not in good health, and I was afraid that I would give the son a bad temper, so I came late, so I ask the son to forgive me." From a distance, the Huang family saluted Chu Yunyao with a smile. .

Chu Yunyao hurriedly stood up and returned a gift to Mrs. Huang. The two sides said a few words appropriate to the occasion, and Chu Yunyao handed over the dowry list.

Mrs. Huang took it, and opened the bright red folder with a smile. Under her eyes, the hand holding the folder was trembling slightly, and the smile on her face was a little stiff. An Xiaoqing couldn't see her eyes. The content of this article must have blinded Huang's eyes.

After all, Mrs. Huang was born as a lady of the family, so she quickly calmed her mind, and handed the list to Huang's mother lightly, saying: "Take it and count it for the chief manager, and all the betrothal gifts will be carried into the warehouse and kept safe, waiting for the fourth girl When we get married, we will add more to the house, and we will give the girl a dowry."