The Seventh Bride of President

Qin Wuyan's mind was buzzing. He touched the silver left in his arms, looked at the boy who was beaten to death, moved away, twisted a bag of fried rice, and went to the restaurant.

At least the beaten boy had two coppers in his pocket, and he didn't even have two coppers except for his life.

What right does he have to think about what he shouldn't?

When he went upstairs to the private room and looked at Zhuang Xiaoyu who was lying on the window and looking down, Qin Wuyan suddenly responded: Why did he suddenly have such a strange idea? Zhuang Xiaoyu was just the daughter of his enemy, just a tool for his quick revenge. When he got to the top, she was the maid under his feet. She could treat him as she wanted, and he wanted to How to trample, how to trample, this is the result he wants!

Qin Wuyan collected his mind, put the fried rice on the table and said in a light voice, "I bought it back."

Zhuang Xiaoyu turned his head and ran back to the table immediately. With a smile, he took out his handkerchief to wipe his sweat: "I ordered sour plum juice. It's iced to relieve the heat. You have a drink. The sun outside is too poisonous."

Qin Wuyan watched her pour sour plum juice for herself, wipe sweat for herself, meet all her requirements without complaint and regret, and take care of her self-esteem quietly. For a moment, her heart was full of mixed feelings.

After dinner, Qin Wuyan hinted that he would go back.

Zhuang Xiaoyu was also tired, and the three drove to the direction of the priest's house.

Qin Wuyan asked: "Miss, can you read?"

Yu Sui smiles and answers for Zhuang Xiaoyu: "the master lives in the priest's house. Unfortunately, the young lady always doesn't go to class, and the two young masters don't want to go either."

Zhuang Xiaoyu twisted her waist and motioned her to shut up. She was a little shy and said, "as the old saying goes, a woman without talent is virtue.

It's supposed to be a man's business to read and read. It doesn't matter whether a woman can read or not when she's in the boudoir all day. "

Qin Wuyan tried to admonish: "although it's a man's business to make contributions, it's always good for women to read more books and read more words.

When I went down to buy fried rice, I heard that everyone was talking about the marriage between the eldest lady and Mr. min. these people were praising Mr. min's erudition and talent. They all thought that if the eldest lady married Mr. min, it would be a good marriage.

It's clear that he's going to get married, but there are so many side to side remarks. If young lady read more books, then young master min will be lucky to marry her. "

Zhuang Xiaoyu bit his lip and muttered, "I won't marry min family."

Qin Wuyan then said, "it's always good for a woman to have more talents, no matter whether she's married to min's family or not. I'll accompany you to the teacher's lecture every day. If there's something you don't understand, how about the lady answer it for me?"

It seemed that he was afraid that Zhuang Xiaoyu would not agree, and earnestly advised: "in this way, the great sacrifice knows that you have changed so much, and will not want to change me, who will only accompany you to eat, drink and play. What do you think of me?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu seriously thought about it and thought it was reasonable: "well, from tomorrow on, I will go to listen to the teacher's lecture."

Qin Wuyan said with a knowing smile: "the eldest lady is so intelligent. In time, she may become a talented woman admired by everyone."

Back to the priest's house, Qin Wuyan moved everything on the carriage to Zhuang Xiaoyu's yard.

But except for some hair and rouge, the rest of the pen, ink, paper, inkstone and books seem to be all of Qin's speechless things.