The housekeeper put the casserole on the table: "dry Bao Yao Zhu chicken soup, the dishes are ready, old lady, madam, you can eat."


    The sky darkened layer by layer, and the light in the dining room was warm. There were four dishes and one soup on the mahogany table. The dishes were rich, which made people have appetite.


    Although the old lady is old, she is well maintained. There are not many wrinkles on her hands. The emerald ring sets off the white skin of her hands. At first glance, she is a rich old lady who is being served by others.


    She picked up the spoon, scooped out a small bowl of soup and put it in front of wenjo: "have a drink of soup first."


    "Thank you."


    Wenqiao is a bowl of soup. Ye minqiu''s heart is beating. Her mother is a real lady. At that time, family education was strict and there were many rules. She could only use small spoons to send soup into the import, and there was no sound between cups and plates.


    The little girl takes up the bowl and drinks it. Does the old lady feel that she is not cultured enough?


    Obviously, she was worried too much. The old lady looked at Wenqiao happily, and her eyes were warm and kind: "is it good to drink?"


    I think it''s an alternate parent.


    Wenjo nodded, "it''s delicious."


    "Drink more, then."


    Outside the door came a voice: "where is it?"


    It''s Fu Nanli''s voice, and ye minqiu''s eyebrows jump abruptly. It''s too fast.


    The housekeeper''s voice rang out: "old lady, they are eating in the dining room, young master."


    Wenjo put down the bowl and looked into the living room. Soon he saw Fu Nanli coming towards her with a bad expression.


    Fu Nanli strode to the dining room and took Wenqiao''s wrist in his hand. His voice was urgent: "who asked you to come here?"


    The little liar was so bold that he ran to see his grandmother. He could indulge her, but others would not.


    At a loss, Wenqiao stood up and said, "I..."


    Fu Nanli pulled her out.


    The old lady saw her grandson with a sinister look and did not speak well. Ye minqiu followed her and said, "I brought her here. You don''t have to do this."


    Fu Nanli frowned and did not open his mouth.


    Wenqiao heart some block, even busy way: "sorry."


    The man has been pulled into the car by Fu Nanli. What else does ye minqiu want to say? The car leaves the yard quickly.


    Ye minqiu with one hand on his hips and one hand on his brow pressed his brow. He was so angry that he yelled at the far away rear of the car: "you know who is the mother and who is the son. You are such a stinky boy, you don''t pay much attention to your mother."


    Her son was so aggressive that he took people away within two minutes.


    The attitude is also somewhat intriguing, as if very unhappy.


    When she went back to the dining room, the old lady worried, "why is Nanli so angry?"


    Ye minqiu took a sip of the soup: "it''s really strange. Can''t you He didn''t mean to take it seriously. It was just for fun. When we met the little girl like this, we ruined him? "


    The old lady glanced at her: "is your son such a disposition?"


    Ye minqiu held out his hand: "what is he thinking in his heart? I don''t know at all. Our wives never talk to each other. He doesn''t tell me anything."


    -


    in the car, the atmosphere was a little stiff. Wenqiao could feel that Fu Nanli was not happy. Was he unhappy because she had met his family without permission?


    "Who asked you to come?" He said.


    There was a lingering fear that she might have said something wrong.


    Wenjo didn''t say a word. She didn''t want any unhappiness between them because of her.


    "Why didn''t you tell me?" He added, in a tone as light as possible.