Mrs. Jiang is arrogant

Chapter 963 Are you blaming me?

The atmosphere in the restaurant became inexplicably strange. Mrs. Zhuang froze for a moment, looking at her son-in-law's serious and handsome face, she suddenly realized something.

She looked at Ruan Xinyu and said, "Stew chicken soup for Nuannuan at night, put some red dates and yams, to invigorate Qi."

"Okay." Ruan Xinyu replied.

She looked at Muyan and said: "Nuan Nuan, if you don't drink soup, you can eat more food."

"Well, thank you, auntie." Muyan nodded, and looked down, a few slices of beef were placed in her bowl.

She immediately picked up a chopstick and put it in his bowl.

When everyone saw this scene, they smiled knowingly. The relationship between this young couple is really good.

After lunch, Mr. Zhuang called Muyan to the study.

The old man's study room is antique and is made of high-quality red sandalwood. There are densely packed books on two rows of large bookshelves.

Back then, Mr. Zhuang was the young master of a wealthy businessman in the south of the Yangtze River. He had read poetry and books since he was a child, and later he decided to join the army because of his patriotism.

Later, after Liberation, he continued his studies and was very interested in ancient Chinese literature. After retirement, he devoted himself to calligraphy and painting. The calligraphy on the wall of the study room was all written by him.

When Muyan entered the study room, the old man was writing with a brush, she walked closer and watched the black ink permeate the rice paper, and the five vigorous characters quickly appeared on the paper.

"Family and everything is prosperous", looking at these five words, Muyan probably understood the content of the old man's conversation with her.

After finishing the last stroke, the old man put the brush aside and asked Muyan, "What do you think of these few words?"

"The pen is sharp and sharp, writing like flowing clouds and flowing water, with everyone's demeanor." Muyan said sincerely.

The old man looked up at her and said, "Aren't you trying to make me happy?"

"No, Grandpa's handwriting is really good." Muyan quickly defended.

"Want to learn?" Mr. Zhuang asked.

Muyan was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously said: "I think so."

"Then stay in the imperial capital and learn calligraphy with me."

"Ah?" Muyan didn't react.

Mr. Zhuang looked at her stunned look, stared at her for a few seconds, and asked, "I don't want to?"

The atmosphere in the study suddenly became stagnant, Muyan met those shrewd and wise eyes, the majesty of the soldier formed a sense of oppression, which made her breathless nervously.

She clenched her hands tightly, pursed her lips and said, "Yes, I don't want to."

"Are you blaming us for protecting Jiaojiao?" Mr. Zhuang frowned.

Muyan looked at his slightly displeased face, and asked, "Should I forgive her?"

Mr. Zhuang looked at her with firm eyes, which reminded him of when she was a child, no matter what she did, she was very confident that she would do it well, and she did it.

At that time, he also praised her for her determination, and she would become a great weapon in the future.

And she did not disappoint him.

After all, they let her down.

The grandparents and grandchildren looked at each other, but no one spoke.

After a long time, Mr. Zhuang explained: "It is impossible for the Guan family to see that the only descendant has black spots on their bodies. The network of relationships behind them is intricate, and someone will come out to take the blame. As for Jiaojiao, the dealer doesn't care about her." , the Liang family will not watch her in prison, so in the end you can't do anything, but offend everyone."

"So, I want to bear it?" Muyan chuckled, her tone not without sarcasm, "That's right, this is the capital of the empire, and anyone who finds it here may be a relative of the chief. Words can make me unable to get along in the entertainment circle."

(End of this chapter)