The rich and powerful honey battle, the chief is gentle

Chapter 213 Personals
After understanding Nian Yichen's painstaking efforts, Xia Mo's mood changed somewhat, and his mood also became depressed.

Although the matter of the unclear relationship between Xia Mo and Murong's family was put aside for the time being following the incident of reporters rushing into Murong's house, it doesn't mean that everyone has let go of this matter.

However, due to their identities and backgrounds, no one dared to say anything more.

There are constant speculations in my heart, but the few parties involved have never come out to clarify anything. Even when they are questioned by reporters in public, they just bring the question with a smile.

This question that entangled several people did not finally have a positive response and a formal answer until the day Murong Yan came back a few days later.

N city, the international airport, the day Murong Yan returned.

I don't know where those gossip reporters got the news, but many people came to the airport for interviews.

"...Flight E87Y from Paris to N City has landed..."

The announcer's pleasant voice sounded, and the reporters who had been waiting for a long time became agitated and kept pushing towards the exit. Some of them were shorter and stood on tiptoe.

Passengers came out of the exit one by one, and the number of people gradually decreased. Ten minutes had passed, but there was still no sign of Murong Yan.

Just when the reporters were wondering if the news was fake, a beautiful figure slowly appeared in front of everyone.

Murong Yan was wearing a white woolen coat with a red sweater and a black skirt inside, a pair of knee-length black leather boots under her feet, and a playful yellow bag she was pulling.

There is nothing outstanding about this kind of dress, and it won't be conspicuous when walking in the crowd.However, with the embellishment of some small items on her body, it instantly made people's eyes shine.Especially her immature face, which can be called a signature, is enough to make people remember even just a quick glance.

"Here we come, here we come, Murong Yan is here."

With a cry of exclamation, the spotlights kept flickering, the reporters were restless, and everyone crowded forward, hoping to be the first person to interview her.

"Miss Murong, as a rookie in Paris fashion, why did you choose to return to China at this time? Why don't you participate in the three-year clothing competition?"

"Miss Murong, if you return to China at this time, does it mean that you plan to return to China to develop?"

"Miss Murong..."

The reporters kept throwing questions at Murong Yan one after another.

In the past year and a half, she has done well in Paris, and has made great progress in her favorite clothing design.Gradually, her name was mentioned in the Paris fashion magazines, and it was only then that her identity was finally dug up.

Being questioned continuously, Murong Yan paused slightly, stood up straight, and turned to the reporter.

"First of all, I am very grateful to you for your hard work here. As for the questions you mentioned, I will give a short answer here. The clothing competition is indeed a test of my personal ability. However, I feel that the designer's hard work It is enough to be worn by the person you like, and it is too perfunctory to measure his value by the game.”

Those words made the reporters present speechless. The scene was quiet for a few seconds before someone hurriedly continued to ask, "Miss Murong, do you plan to never leave again when you return to China this time?"

"Well, I'm not young anymore, I can't continue wandering."

"Miss Murong is only 26, and she was young, how could she have such thoughts?"

"I started to go abroad. Eight years of wandering life is enough for me. Now, it's time to settle down."

"I heard that a first-tier brand in Paris has invited you, why did you refuse?"

"Because... I'm homesick, and I promised my brother to go home after a few months, but it has been delayed until now. If I don't come back again, I'm afraid he will fly directly to Paris and arrest me."

With a slight smile, Murong Yan answered lightly, avoiding the reporter's question lightly.

"Since Miss Murong has decided to settle down in City N, do you have any plans?"

"Well, there is one plan, and that is to marry my brother off as soon as possible. He is really too stupid, and he doesn't even have a woman with a better relationship who can make scandals. Listen to the eyeliner I planted beside him, A while ago, the designers I found for decorating my bedroom were all pregnant women with big bellies..."

Constantly shaking her head to express her dissatisfaction, Murong Yan's slightly exaggerated funny expression made people feel defenseless.

"So, when you are writing the press release, please remember to add an extra line, just say that I, Murong Yan, are asking for marriage for my brother. As long as you are not older than your brother, single, unmarried women can apply..."

The integrated channel was broadcasting live interviews, seeing Murong Yan winking at everyone, the novice could not help but chuckle.

"Master, Xiao Yan'er's words are really good."

"It's bullshit!"

Murong Xuanyu uttered angrily, frowning slightly.

This younger sister is really messing around to the extreme. This is the second time she has asked for marriage for herself in front of a TV interview.The last time, when she was away from home, there were serious women who went to the company to ask for marriage afterwards, which caused him a lot of trouble.

"Master, I think it's good for Xiao Yan'er to do this. If she does this, everyone will definitely not suspect that you have rehearsed beforehand."

"If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb."

Frowning, Murong Xuanyu closed the folder in his hand and threw it over, "Send these materials to Ouyang Jian."

"Isn't it? You want me to deliver it again?" The novice who was still smiling at first immediately changed his face. The thought of seeing Ouyang Jian with facial paralysis made him feel uncomfortable all over.

"The police and the people cooperated and solved the case earlier, so he wouldn't always run here."

"Okay, I'll send it over now."

……

Nian's ancestral hall.

The place where the ancestral hall is located is located in a small town in N city, and most of the people in the town are surnamed Nian.Most of the structure of the house is still the same as it was many years ago. The house made of bluestone is strong enough, warm in winter and cool in summer.

The roads between the neighbors are paved with stone slabs, and some stubborn weeds grow in the small soil cracks on both sides, swaying with the wind.

Although many things here are not as convenient as in the urban area, sometimes there are even many inconveniences.However, the quaint environment here makes people feel relaxed and at ease.

Having stayed in this place for three days, it was rare for Xia Mo and Nian Yichen to enjoy their time together without being disturbed by anyone.

The worries that had been terrified all along completely disappeared after seeing the elders of the Nian family.Although they are a big family, they don't have too much airs and treat others with sincerity and kindness.

Seeing that she had a big belly, some elderly people even told her about the things that need to be paid attention to when taking care of their children.

Although according to the current medical conditions, some things do not necessarily have a scientific basis.But just their concern for themselves and their children was enough for Xia Mo to let go of her defenses and feel grateful.

Holding Nian Yichen's hand and walking on the stone arch bridge, Xia Mo stared at the calm river.

"In the future, will we also come to live here?"

"If you like it."

"I quite like it here. The environment is quiet, there are not so many disturbances, and people are easy to get along with."

There are not so many intrigues in the mall, and everything becomes simple and simple.Although she only stayed here for a few days, she felt as if her heart had been purified.

"When we get old, let's spend our old age here." Holding her hand, Nian Yichen said very softly.

"Ah."

Agreeing, Xia Mo snuggled into his arms, "I'm leaving this afternoon, I really don't want to part with it."

"Just come back when you have time."

"Ah."

The breeze was blowing, and the two stood at the head of the bridge, gazing into the distance and feeling the simplicity of the place.

The more reluctant you are, the faster time passes.

After lunch, Nian Yichen took her to bid farewell to the elders and left.

"The child is born, don't forget to inform us."

"You must remember."

"..."

The elders in the clan kept exhorting, as if there were endless things to explain.

Xia Mo nodded in agreement, looking at those slightly aged faces, her eyes were inexplicably sore.

"All right, all right, but just go back to the city. If you want to see it, you can go anytime, don't make it look like you are dying. Yichen, if you want to leave, go quickly, a group of old women in the province are nagging here .”

The uncle with an old pipe in his mouth spoke angrily, and waved at Nian Yichen, as if chasing flies away.

Xia Mo, who was still a little moved in his heart, suddenly changed his mood. He felt as if his chest was holding his breath, and he couldn't escape no matter what.

Sensing her subtle emotional changes, Nian Yichen held her hand tightly, "Uncle, we're going back."

The car drove away slowly, Xia Mo was still immersed in the emotion just now.

"Don't worry too much about it. Uncle has this temper. He always wears a gun belt when he talks." Looking at her through the rearview mirror, seeing that her mood has not improved, he shook his head helplessly, "At lunch, Uncle Give me something secretly, it's in the red bag on your left."

The mysterious appearance immediately aroused Xia Mo's interest, and she bent down to search.

"This..." Seeing the wrapped inkstone in the bag, Xia Mo opened her mouth in shock.

"The uncle said that he didn't have anything else to give you. Seeing that you seem to like this, he asked me to bring it back."

"This, how can..."

She heard from Nian Yichen that this inkstone was left by the ancestors of the Nian family. It has a history of more than 100 years. It was the uncle's son who asked him for it, but he didn't give it to him.

"No, no! Go back quickly, I have to return this thing to uncle." Xia Mo anxiously pushed the thing back, and said anxiously.

A series of her behaviors made Nian Yichen laugh out loud, "No wonder Uncle told me to wait until I get home, and then give you the things..."

His body froze suddenly, Xia Mo seemed to understand something from his words.

So, the uncle's indifference to her these days is not because he doesn't like her at all?
"But, I still don't feel so good..."

"You are the daughter-in-law of our Nian family now, accepting the elder's kindness is also a kind of filial piety."

In a word, after successfully blocking Xia Mo's words, the inkstone in his hand instantly became heavy...

(End of this chapter)