Bad people are bad wherever they go.
Song Qingci said, "It's okay. Although there are indeed some people with bad intentions, this is the Third Master's yard, no one dares to act rashly."
Feng Xun thought about Mr. Fu Sanye's absolute authority in the mountain, so he stopped talking.
"Go to bed early." Song Qingci said, "Get up early tomorrow and get busy."
We have to cut window flowers, put up door gods, paste Spring Festival couplets, hang red lanterns, wrap red envelopes, cook and make dumplings, set off firecrackers... The New Year must have a New Year atmosphere.
Xu Youyou loves all festivals.
Not only does she love it, she can also do it well.
So Song Qingci, who was brought up by her, also likes the lively atmosphere.
"Do you want to take a break?" Feng Xun asked.
"I'm not sleepy yet. I need to write back to my mother."
There are sparks flying everywhere, so don't hurt innocent people.
Feng Xun yawned and said, "Then I won't accompany you."
The mother and daughter love and hate each other. Song Qingci's letter will probably be received by midnight.
Feng Xun had never seen such a strange yet harmonious mother-daughter relationship.
The mother doesn't look like a mother, and the daughter doesn't look like a daughter. Instead, they look like a pair of good sisters who can joke with each other and talk about anything.
Seeing that the candle in the little girl's room was lit in the middle of the night, Mr. Fu San couldn't help but wonder what Xu Youyou had said to the little girl again?
Curiosity is like an ant, crawling around in my heart, making me itchy and unable to sleep.
Mr. Fu San thought that he had good reason to suspect that Xu Youyou had impure motives.
The little girl is innocent, inexperienced, and has love and respect for her mother, so she certainly cannot see the problem.
He felt that he needed to check for her.
(Xu Youyou: Is this your reason for peeking at other people’s letters? How shameless!)
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