Kill That Man

The hall is very elegant, and there is a woman sitting in it like a fairy princess. Dan Feng's eyes were wide open, and he was brilliant and virtuous.

Yu Qingyao saw her, she had a headache.

She was careful and respectful of the courtesy.

Walking forward, she thought, "What gift should I do?" From the second son's point of view, I should call her Aunt. But I listened to the obedience. When the second son came back, he was closed and thought about it. I'm afraid she didn't know my relationship with the second son, so she called her aunt out of nowhere. Sidewalk gift, right? In her capacity, obviously not, I'm not qualified to call her a friend.

To think about it, Yu Qingyao went on a vague trip to see his elders and said, "Bye, Mrs. Ji! ”

Mrs. Ji saw it and was even angrier. “Come on, let me ask you something. In what capacity did you join my Ji family? ”

Yu Qingyao stayed for a while, which is really hard to answer. She was not a guest, nor a disciple, nor a friend of the Second Son, but she came at the behest of the Lord. It's just that his identity is really unknown.

Mrs. Ji was even angrier when she saw Yu Qingyao hesitate to answer.

Although she knew that a woman was coming to the house, she never knew what to do. When reporting, she was vague. She only said that the master ordered the lady to entertain her and arrange Yu Qingyao to stay in the room.

Mrs. Ji could not help but wonder that Yu Qingyao was her husband's new joy.

Nor was she completely unreasonable in her doubts, as her followers said too vaguely, and as a result, she knew that she did not have any relatives in her family who were depressed. Seven ladies together, no. Third, if it is the woman of the son, it should be arranged in the son's place, not in the guest room.

The attendant also told her that the lord made the lady look after the Guest alive, did not let her walk around, and did not let anyone see her. That's even weirder, isn't it?

Yu Qingyao's reaction reinforced Mrs. Ji's suspicion.

Yu Qingyao's extraordinary beauty gave rise to a strong sense of crisis.

Mrs. Ji drank: "Why didn't you answer? ”

Yu Qingyao wonders: Why did this lady attack me like this? Why are you so hostile to me?

She has always been gentle with men, and she has always seen women as enemies, especially women who dare to oppose her.

But when she first arrived, the identity of the other person was really difficult, and she was not too arrogant, so Yu Qingyao Soft said, “Madam, you want to know why not ask your husband? ”

Mrs. Ji was even angrier when she heard it. “I want you to answer! ”

Yu Qingyao couldn't help but think: Damn, I didn't expect to marry Ji family. Otherwise, having such a mother-in-law is choking!

Yu Qingyao smiled shallow: “I'm sorry, my lord doesn't speak, I can't tell anyone. ”

She is convinced that her being a fairy is now the biggest secret of the floating mountain sect, which is really not a good thing to say everywhere.

Mrs. Ji is speechless. My heart says, "Grass grip!" To crush me with my husband? You're the first person to do that!

She observed the gloomy green yawning, and saw that she was comfortable, not afraid of herself, as if she had full certainty that the Lord would protect her.

To think of it, Mrs. Ji couldn't help but be angry. She stared angrily at Yu Qingyao and wondered if she wanted to engage in lynching or something, but worried about pissing off her husband.

She is too old to be petty and doesn't want to lose her husband's love, let alone Mrs. Ji's name.

In the absence of clarity, Mrs. Ji dared not do it easily.

Yu Qingyao smiled and stared at Mrs. Ji.

She behaved too fearlessly, and Mrs. Ji dared not do it.

Mrs. Ji softened her face and asked, "Where is Miss Yu from? ”

Yu Qingyao thought: Yo, this is to touch my bottom!

“Sorry, everything about me is a secret," she chuckled. ”

Mrs. Ji was speechless and angry to scratch the wall.

Yu Qingyao has always been angry with same-sex enemies.

Mrs. Ji took a deep breath and faked a smile: "So, how long is Miss Yu going to stay in my house? ”

“It depends on what the Lord means, maybe three or two days, maybe a long time.” Yu Qingyao's meaning is ambiguous and profound.

Mrs. Ji is so angry that she wants to hit someone.

For three or two days, she instantly forgot that instinct only remembered the words long after Yu Qingyao.

A stunning beauty, the husband himself ordered someone to come home and stay longer. What would it be like to be a wife?

The more decisive Mrs. Ji was, the more distorted she became.

In fact, what Yu Qingyao means is: it depends on what kind of master the master chose for me. If he was to become my master, I really can't say that I will stay in Ji Fu for a long time. If it were for me to worship someone else, I would definitely move to the new master in three or two days.

The two looked at each other silently and loved each other with their eyes.

Suddenly, a servant came in with a tray and hurried to say, "Miss Yu, my little boy sent me a message for you. ”

He ran to Yu Qingyao, respectfully serving the tray.

There was a letter on the tray.

However, Li Wyde learned that Yu Qingyao had come to Jifu as a guest, and wrote a letter to his servant to send it.

Yu Qingyao smiled and took the letter, but was not anxious to look at it. “How is your son? ”

The servant accompanied him with a smile: "The son is fine. He just hasn't been able to come to see the girl lately. He also invited her to Haihan! ”

Yu Qingyao smiled: "Well, say hello to Yingde for me! ”

The servant hurried to accompany him and smiled. "Okay! Okay!”

Mrs. Ji looked a little confused.

She asked, "Do you know Young? ”

Yu Qingyao spit in his heart: I am not Gu Cheng, who knows nothing about Young-eon.

She turned around and smiled lightly: "Didn't Yingde tell you? I was friends with him. ”

Mrs. Ji blinked and thought, "Grass grip, what's going on? Isn't she something the old man likes? Why are you friends with my son again? Is she really someone my son loves? The old man said yes. That's why she stayed at my house? Then I've got it all wrong.

She couldn't help but let go of her jealousy, stacked her smile, and asked enthusiastically, "When did you and Young meet? ”

Yu Qingyao saw each other's daughter-in-law set up the frame, sweated for a moment, and smiled generously: “Not long, about three months, thank Yingde for not giving up, we traveled with the world together. ”

Mrs. Ji sounds strange. Three months? Traveling with the world? Didn't my son go to the nursery a while ago? Isn't that the girl you met there?

How can a woman in a small neighborhood be eligible to marry my son? Old man, is this old fool? He also sent people home and made me a guest. Look at this, both of them value her very much. It's not about going in as a concubine, it's about being my daughter-in-law's frame. No, I can't do this. I have to stir it up.

In anticipation of this, Mrs. Ji's face became cold again.