Farmhouse full garden sweet-scented osmanthus

Chapter 876
"Why?" Ling Chenyi didn't expect Osmanthus's reaction to be so strong, and immediately seemed very puzzled.

As for Mo Shi and Chu Lishou, they were confused on one end and stunned on the other.

My precious girl was put to sleep by someone without knowing it, this, this is too hateful!

"Ling..." Osmanthus fragrans was also angry at the moment, she opened her mouth to beat and scold Ling Chenyi, but as soon as the words came out, she stopped them abruptly.

I'm just a little village girl, but Ling Chenyi is the son of the world, no matter who is right or wrong in this matter, I can't rant right now, if I really offend the big man in front of me, I will definitely suffer later It's from my own side.

Osmanthus fragrans closed her eyes, took two deep breaths, and then opened her eyes again and said, "My lord, you are a high-ranking and important person, and Osmanthus is just a little-known little village girl. There is no relationship between us." There should be too many intersections. It is an honor to have known you for Osmanthus fragrans in her lifetime. As for the matter of marriage, it really shouldn't have happened between us. I believe that the son of the world should be better than me for the twists and turns. The little village girl understands better, doesn't she?"

These words of Osmanthus fragrans were not forceful, but more coaxing.

Mrs. Mo and Chu Lishou listened and nodded involuntarily. From their point of view, common people like them should be the same as other common people when they get married and funerals. Such a big man as the Lord is already a big event that can make them honored.

It's just that in Ling Chenyi's opinion, Guihua's words have added a few other flavors.

Especially the last sentence that Osmanthus osmanthus said "curved way", although the words are rough, the truth is not rough at all.

If the person Osmanthus fragrans is talking about at this time is not Ling Chenyi, but someone else, these words will naturally carry a lot of weight, but for Ling Chenyi, if those "blunt ways" that Osmanthus fragrans said really matter to him , then Ling Chenyi, who is the most beautiful man in the Ming Luo Dynasty today, will not be in his current status.

"Girl, I heard from shopkeeper Luo that the servants I arranged for you before are not easy to use?" Ling Chenyi changed the subject, and didn't even mention the marriage anymore.

"Eh?" Osmanthus fragrans was startled, and then realized that Ling Chenyi was talking about Uncle Fu's family.

When mentioning their family, Osmanthus wanted to nod and shake her head, but she couldn't give Ling Chenyi an answer right away.

Seeing that Osmanthus flower's little face was full of tangles, Ling Chenyi raised his eyebrows, and asked again: "What? Could it be that shopkeeper Luo is not right?"

"No, it's not." Osmanthus fragrans hurriedly waved her hands and said, "Shopkeeper Luo is right, but there are also mistakes, this..."

"What is this?" A smile appeared on the corner of Ling Chenyi's mouth, and Osmanthus fragrans' tangled face seemed a little more interesting to him.

Osmanthus frowned and thought for a while, and finally decided to speak out, "Fu Bo has five members, there are good people, and there are people I don't like."

Because those five people were ordered by Ling Chenyi, Osmanthus did not say that there were bad people, but expressed her subjective feelings in a different way.

"Tell me." Ling Chenyi said, raised his hand and took a sip of the teacup, as if he wanted to listen to the story.

"Uncle Fu and Uncle Chen are pretty good too. They are serious and responsible, but for Aunt Ximei and A Cai, just..." Osmanthus fragrans didn't say the following words, but raised her head to look at Ling Chenyi's expression, as if thinking From Ling Chenyi's expression, he could see something.

　Ah Miao's house has been out of power since [-]:[-] in the morning, and the call time in between is less than an hour. With the weak power of the notebook, Ah Miao is still struggling on the front line of writing...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)