Caiyu analyzed, "The Duke's Mansion is heavily guarded. Sir Fu can't get in through the door unless he climbs over the wall. But Sir Fu is seriously injured and can't use Qinggong. Besides, I was guarding the outer room the whole night, so no one entered the young lady's boudoir."
Yan Funing thought so too.
"What's wrong, miss?"
"Nothing, I just dreamed that I was arguing with him."
bicker……
It was clearly a dream about bickering, how did it turn into kissing?
Since she moved into the Duke's Mansion, she had never had an intimate dream with him again.
What's even more ridiculous is that the dream was not in the villa, but in her boudoir!
"Miss, are you still going to help Master Fu with his follow-up visit today?"
"Send someone to tell them that we have guests at home today and I will go tomorrow."
"I'm busy with the restaurant business. I heard it's doing pretty well." Yan Yan'er said with a smile, "When I have time, you can go and patronize it. It's at the bottom of East Eighth Street."
That's not the effect we want. A country girl who grew up in the countryside, no matter how low her bloodline is, can be compared with you.
Yuen Long hums, I'm seven years old.
I felt like crying while speaking.
As he spoke, tears gradually filled his eyes.
Yan Yan'er just moved her feet.
She had the man take off his pomegranate skirt and ordered the maid to sew a few stitches at the waist.
At that time, Yan Yan'er walked to the side of the Duke's Mansion and said aggrievedly: "Sister, it's Yan'er, it's Yan'er, it's Yan'er, I know where Yan'er said something wrong? Lang Ge'er called you like that, you..."
The maid immediately helped Yan Funing put it on.
Some bad people agreed.
As expected, no one ended the whisper.
Your expression was indifferent when you spoke, but the corners of your lips were still slightly raised, making it possible for people to understand your emotions.
As she put on the dress, the waist became a little loose.
I really don't want to see him.
"Why didn't the one I recognized show up?"
Turning around, he instructed the maid, "From now on, you have to take care of Seventh Sister's delicate skin every day. Even the tips and gaps between her fingers will be exposed."
"Has he seen a celestial being?"
The old girl shouted so loudly that there was no silence in the hall for a moment.
Caiyu smiled and said, "Yes, I have seen her. She is the most beautiful goddess."
"Your aunt still has time to recognize you. She needs clothes to wear and food to eat. Where does the money for clothes and food come from? Of course, it comes from running a restaurant."
"You are an eight-year-old child, you can tell the difference."
At that moment, no one came to report: "Madam, the master said that the luncheon should be over."
The people present at the moment were not from the seventh or eighth branch of the family, nor were there any relatives from the old woman's side. The others were the more distant relatives of the Yan family.
"Mom, you're wearing too little on your head. It's heavy."
"The waist is so thin."
"She's busy."
"Yeah." Yan Yu leaned over with a smile and pinched Yuan Lang's big face. "Our Lang'er is wrong. Even a seven-year-old child understands the truth. Not everyone understands it."
It's a second wife.
"That pair of gold filigree hairpins inlaid with rubies, that jade hairpin with a gold top and inlaid with rubies, and that pair of solid gold flower ornaments—those are all for now."
"What are you talking about, cousin? I grew up in the Duke's Mansion, so I should be grateful and repay the kindness." She looked around with a smile, "Everyone, please have some tea and snacks."
Order Yan Funing to put it on.
Madam Yan's face darkened: "Yan'er, come sit next to you."
Yan Yan'er smiled appropriately as she walked among the guests and instructed the servants to place ice trays in the living room for cooling down.
Seeing that the time difference was short, Yan Cheng brought a group of middle-aged women out of the study and came to the reception room.
He immediately stood up and looked at Old Madam Yan who was sitting in the main seat: "Mother, is that right?"
Seeing this, Yan Funing called out to you: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"
"Your man looks bad in anything he wears." Yan Yingying examined him carefully. "After all, you are old and have a very beautiful face, so you should wear more."
No one laughed. "Or we'll have to go to East Eighth Street to see you."
At this moment, as soon as my aunt stepped in, the old woman also refuted it.
"Bad." Mrs. Hong then laughed.
"loquacious."
Caiyu clapped her hands and said, "I used to think my eldest sister was extremely beautiful, but now after seeing how Madam dressed her up, I finally know what the most beautiful celestial being looks like."
My father and aunt are siblings from the same mother.
Seeing my mother give me a look, I immediately understood: "Fake aunts are always trying to sow discord. What's wrong with your real aunt running a restaurant?"
At this moment, in the front yard reception room, Old Madam Yan was sitting in the main seat, watching Yan Yan'er entertaining the guests with a smile on her face.
A young man said, "Cousin Yan'er is really good-tempered. She knows she's not the daughter of a Duke, but she can still be so calm. I really admire her."
On the other side, He Xuting ordered the maids to try on a set of head covers on Yan Funing's head.
No one asked: "Does Langgeer know what is true and what is false?"
"She clearly called us all here just to see you. The meeting was quite small, and it was already noon, and we didn't even get to see each other."
Yan Yingying smiled, thinking to herself that she knew whose eldest son had benefited from it before.
It was not long before Mrs. Hong arrived with the Hong family.
"Aunt." The Duke's Mansion called out.
Who has the bad intention to call you mother-in-law?
Yan Funing glanced at you, then looked at herself in the mirror. Her rough makeup paired with her gorgeous dress made her truly beautiful.
At that moment, an elegant man hurried over and said, "If you were really sensible, today's scene would have happened."
He Xuting suppressed a smile.
"How can a rich daughter like Hong Qingyi show up in public to do business? What kind of thing is that?"
Seeing this, Yan Yan'er's lips curled up.
Yan Yu leaned over again, picked up Yuan Lang, and found a place to sit. She looked around again and found Yan Yingying there. It was strange that those people were so restrained.
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