You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 231 Sobbing
When it comes to cooking and eating, Wen Qing'er is naturally the best among the three, but I don't know if it's an illusion, but Song Yulan didn't taste the slightest bit of sweetness from it.

It's just wrapped in puff pastry and steamed. Fortunately, the petals still have some lingering fragrance, so they don't feel bad.

Luo Yihuan would not turn to Wen Qing'er and not speak out because of her emotions.

"What's wrong with sister Qing'er today? This flower cake doesn't taste like the one you used to make."

Wen Qing'er chewed on the tasteless flowers and cakes, and couldn't even taste the sugar she forgot, so she just replied with a smile.

"This is a new method developed by Qing'er. Qing'er had a toothache a few days ago, so she couldn't eat too sweet."

Facing Luo Yihuan's probing eyes, Wen Qing'er smiled and said: "If it doesn't suit Elder Sister Yihuan's taste, Qing'er can just make some more."

"That's not necessary, the taste is good. Before, my sister didn't know why, but she thought that my sister had something in her heart. It's not happy!"

"If my sister has something on your mind, don't hold it in your heart. Sister Yulan and I can help my sister out, right?"

Luo Yihuan hooked Wen Qinger's little finger intimately as usual and smiled, the worries and haze in her heart were swept away.

Wen Qing'er nodded with a smile and said: "That's natural, if Qing'er has something on her mind, she will definitely consult with her two sisters first."

After talking for a while, Luo Yi saw that his goal had been achieved, so he went back to the residence first on the grounds that he had something to do at home.

Wen Qing'er was still secretly sad, afraid of spoiling Song Yulan's interest, so she also wanted to go home first.

Song Yulan was really worried, so she forced Wen Qinger to stay and had lunch in the house with her.

Seeing that Song Yulan had sent away all the maids serving in the house, Wen Qing'er let go of her disguise.

The unswallowed rice was still stuffed in the mouth, and the tears slid out like broken beads.

Song Yulan panicked, and hurriedly took a seat beside Wen Qinger, holding the handkerchief to let Wen Qinger spit out the rice in her mouth so as not to choke.

Seeing Wen Qing'er obediently spit out all the rice grains in her hand, Song Yulan felt relieved.

He buried Wen Qing'er's face in his neck, embraced Wen Qing'er who was weeping, and patted Wen Qing'er without making a sound to persuade her.

Only let Wen Qing'er cry enough, cry all, then Wen Qing'er is willing to listen to it when the time comes.

Song Yulan was afraid of the cold, so she changed into a thick dress early on, with a thin layer of velvet hanging inside her outer shirt.

Even so, Wen Qing'er's hot and humid tears still soaked through her shoulders, which were wrapped three layers inside and outside.

If Wen Qing'er wailed and let out the depression in her heart, Song Yulan would feel better for her.

But Wen Qing'er was able to cry to the bottom of her heart, her watery almond eyes were slightly drooping, and she shed tears patter.

When crying, she didn't make much sound, like a small animal who was wronged, there was a small whimper in her throat.

The slender back trembled slightly with sobbing, which really made people feel distressed from the bottom of their hearts.

Song Yulan held Wen Qing'er's arm tightly, whispering in Wen Qing'er's ear as she did when she was a child.

My heart is distressed and angry, what sisters and sisters!

She, Luo Yihuan, didn't take the sisterhood for so many years to heart at all!

For the sake of a son of a bitch, the little marquis pinched the sharp point to be strong, poking at the heart of the heart every sentence, this is not something a good sister can do!
Luo Yihuan was still in her infancy, Song Yulan knew her already.

The three of them have been like sisters since they can remember, and they often play together.

But I don't know why Luo Yihuan started to say that she knew the young master since childhood.

(End of this chapter)