Tyrannical Wang’s Beloved Wife

Afterwards, greet the people at the door. Yang Wan's grandfather and uncle are busy at the Yamen gate because they are not humble. Of course, even at home, his grandfather won't come out to greet him. Look, the people in the big room, the second room, the third room are probably all alive. Plus the people below, a large piece of black pressure, Yang Wan felt dizzy looking at it. Then, there is the family of four uncles who went to Beijing together. Oh, it will be lively in the future.

Yang Wan greets his elders. Watching all these people are laughing, in fact, a lot of people must be not happy, especially their sisters and cousins, because she, having spent at least half a month on the road, can see how much she was spoiled in front of the old lady, you know, the youngest son of the fourth uncle, the youngest grandson of the old lady, it was from birth under his eyes, and she was not spoiled.

Apart from Grandfather Luo Pei Shan, the old lady has the highest status. It goes without saying what it means to be loved by her. Especially since several of the grandchildren are about to get married.

Jing Wan looked at his parents who hadn't seen him for three years, but it was almost the same as three years ago. His father Rongyan Luo still looked like a faint dust. His mother Zhang was still delicate and uncontaminated by common affairs. To be honest, the couple seemed to really match. They were all the kind of people who looked at money such as dust and pursued the snowflake months. It was quite fortunate to be able to do so for the rest of their lives, but the children had to work harder, she didn't care for herself. Others, didn't they still have elders?

Looking at her mother, who was about to cry because of her illness, Jing Wan could only grin and soothe.

“Mother worked hard all the way in. Let's go inside and get some rest. Let's talk about something else later, okay?” Talk up front.

Jing Wan looked at Rongyan Luo and reached an acquiescence between father and daughter, consciously stepping back.

The old lady is helpless when she sees her second daughter-in-law. She also misses her children and grandchildren. It's okay to let their mothers and daughters speak first. So he held his second son's hand and said, "Wanwan, go back with your mother first. Don't come any closer. Please say hello to your grandfather at night.” After Jing Wan responded, he walked to the house and asked about the situation in Jingli. The others followed closely.

The Zhang family rushed forward, touched Jing Wan and looked at her. A series of various inquiries, from the hair silk to the heel, held her already clear hands, and thought of leaving Qian 'an Mansion three years ago, white and tender daughter, could no longer hold it. Tears rolled down like broken beads.

Yang Wan was still uncomfortable and answered each of her questions patiently, now... she sighed helplessly, “Mother, I'm really fine, just for a few days, please don't cry?” While wiping her tears with a handkerchief and making eyes at the brother beside her, this bastard, who left behind for her sister, shrugged her shoulders and said she couldn't help.

This interaction, on the other hand, allows the gap between brothers and sisters to disappear because of the three years that have elapsed.

“Ma'am, don't cry, keep crying. It's time for the Third Lady to follow the pain. Isn't her body even more uncomfortable? Is this Ri? It is imperative that the three girls rest first.” The woman who seemed gentle next to her persuaded her gently.

Yang Wan sniffed, swept over, never saw it, but stood behind her mother, combed the woman's head, and beside her father's concubine, it is self-evident, it took about three years to accept it, but this is more like the wife's head, who to show it to? Since her mother can't afford it, then you should be a concubine and shrink. Then she caressed her stomach unconsciously, and Jing Wan didn't mean much.