After Gong Yueyue heard this, she couldn't help but glance at her. It seemed that this eighth-grandmother would not give up until she caused some trouble for her husband.
The other housewives at the table became excited: "Really? Whose girl is this?"
Mrs. Jin spread her hands and shrugged: "I don't know who it is specifically. I only heard that he is also a high-ranking person."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Wang waved her hand: "Hey, it's no wonder, this daughter of a wealthy family has her eyes on the top of her head."
Mrs. Gao, the wife of the Lord Attendant, raised her eyebrows and retorted: "What you said is new. Mr. Pan's conditions are still not good enough? He must have appearance, talent and talent, and his family background is even more incredible! Don't talk nonsense. "
Mrs. Wang pushed Mrs. Gao with her arm and gave her a tacit expression: "Are you stupid? We both know what's going on with him. Does the daughter of a big family know that?"
After saying this, there was silence on the table for at least a minute or two. The housewives did not dare to talk casually. Fu Yun and Du Ruotong secretly gritted their teeth to hold back their anger. Gong Yueyue looked at Mrs. Jin coldly, waiting for her to continue. play.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for Mrs. Jin to lose her temper and said with ridicule: "Then he should lower his horizons. There are many poor families who want money, power, or even their lives."
At this time, Du Ruotong almost wanted to flip the table. Pan Zhuqing was also his in-law, so it was unbearable to be bullied by these three people!
Just when he was about to have an attack, Fu Yunxian couldn't hold his breath and said coldly: "It's too much for the ladies to say this. As the saying goes, to marry a virtuous wife, if you marry someone who is restless, gossiping and causing trouble, It's better to live alone, it will be more peaceful. I think Master Pan probably means exactly this, the so-called "it's better to be deficient than to be indiscriminate."
These women were naturally scolded by Fu Yun in his words. But no one was a fool. There were many people in the world who took the initiative to receive rewards, but not many who took the initiative to receive scoldings, so they all held back and remained silent.
Only Mrs. Jin could see that this girl Fu Yun seemed to be more than ordinary protective of Pan Zhuqing, and the war in her heart became more intense. She deliberately pretended not to understand the secret curse she just said to herself, and continued shamelessly: "Oh, you are so stupid." What you are saying is wrong. Let me tell you, this man should have a child as soon as possible while he is young. When he gets older and has problems here or feels uncomfortable there, he will marry a wife. Then he can only rely on the outside world. The man helped give birth."
Fu Yunteng suddenly stood up, his face flushed with anger: "Master Pan is young and healthy, stop talking nonsense!"
"Oh girl, what are you so angry about?" Mrs. Jin pretended to have a frightened expression, but she was actually very happy. The bickering between women does not need to be a fight to the death, with seven dead and eight injured. Who is really moving? Whoever is angry will lose.
Gong Yueyue, who had been silent for the whole time, pulled Fu Yun's sleeve and motioned for her to sit down. Then while picking up the food, she asked casually: "This articulate aunt should be Mrs. Jin, right?"
When she heard the word "aunt", Mrs. Jin almost fainted. She was not young, but she was definitely not at the level of an aunt. "Oh, Mrs. Zhao..." She shook her facial muscles and held back the big smile in front of her. The urge to put a bowl of soup on Gong Yueyue's head.
Everyone at the table pinched their thighs to prevent themselves from laughing out loud.
Then, Gong Yueyue still said casually: "You care so much about Mr. Pan, do you want to help Mr. Jin give birth to a child? Tsk, tsk, tsk, but I don't think Mr. Jin is that old. Besides, aunty, don't you think Pan
Are you a little young, sir?"
Now everyone here could no longer hold back. Except for Mrs. Jin and Gong Yueyue, almost everyone chuckled: "Pfft!" "Ha..." "Pfft!"
Mrs. Jin gritted her teeth and grabbed the edge of the stool, trying to calm down. Everyone said that Zhao Changyuan's wife was amazing. When they first met her, she was just a little girl in a movie. Now it seems that she is really a bit unfathomable. In the end, she was dying.
He didn't forget to blow up a corpse: "Oh, I forgot. Mrs. Zhao and Mr. Pan have always had an extraordinary relationship. How can I talk so much in front of you? Damn it."
Gong Yueyue didn't care about others mentioning this, she just smiled and passed it by.
Du Ruotong had a bright idea this time: "Is there anyone here who doesn't have a good relationship with my eldest brother?"
"That's what you said." Mrs. Jin was completely speechless and abandoned her armor.
The people at their table were talking lively and unscrupulously. Little did they know that almost every table here was occupied by Xue Jiu'an's subordinates. Although Gong Yueyue's table was spared, they could not stand up to the spies at the neighboring tables, who had already beaten them.
They could hear the conversation clearly. This also meant that Pan Zhuqing, the central figure around whom their topic was centered, had also heard it word for word.
Yulian's face was expressionless, and she picked up another bowl from the serving woman's plate and slapped it in front of Gong Yueyue's face.
Gong Yueyue, who was venting, was so frightened that she jumped up: "Wow! It's so scary."
Fu Yun looked at Du Ruotong, who was dumbfounded, in disbelief, and kindly reminded: "Second Young Mistress, it seems you have to take good care of the servants in your house."
Yu Lian, who had just taken two steps, suddenly turned around and said coldly to Fu Yun: "Servant? How noble are you?"
This time it was Mrs. Jin's turn to be proud: "Pfft!" "Haha..."
Du Ruotong couldn't help but said loudly: "Wow Yulian, what are you talking about?" But the other party had already taken the maid to another table.
Gong Yueyue was shocked and said to Du Ruotong seriously: "She really went too far today, you have to criticize her."
Du Ruotong was a little embarrassed: "I know, I will talk to her. Ouch, what happened to her today? She is not like this usually!"
The three aunts and six wives opposite were whispering with malicious smiles. Fu Yun could no longer sit still and said to Gong Yueyue: "Yueyue, I think I'd better leave first. Please tell Brother Zhuqing for me."
After saying that, without waiting for Gong Yueyue's reaction, he left the stool and walked towards the foyer.
Gong Yueyue hurried over to stop her: "Hey, hey, don't go. Can you be so angry just because of someone else?"
"She's not talking about you, of course you don't think it's a big deal." Fu Yun felt ashamed and could hardly hold back his tears.
Gong Yueyue still spread her hands to block her way: "Don't you like Pan Zhuqing? Do you know what is Pan Zhuqing's greatest advantage?"
Fu Yun didn't speak, he just lowered his head and endured his grievance. On the other side of the screen, Pan Zhuqing, who accidentally discovered their abnormal situation and wanted to follow to see what happened, heard Gong Yueyue suddenly mention him,
He stopped and listened to her calmly.
"He never cares what others say about him, he just does who he is. You just heard it at the table, so many mouths, so many ugly words, we only heard it once and we were already so angry that we couldn't stand it. He has been so angry for so many years , can you imagine how much he has listened to? But has he given in? Has he given up on himself? If he was like you, he would probably commit suicide dozens of times. Since you like him, why don't you learn to be like him and make a living? "
After Gong Yueyue finished speaking, Fu Yun raised his head and firmly swallowed all his grievances. On the other side of the screen, Pan Zhuqing's slightly drunken eyes were misty.
It was not easy to persuade Fu Yun to come back. At this time, in front of the hall, there was an extra dancer in a thin dress. Gong Yueyue smiled and joked with Du Ruotong: "Oh, you also invited a dancer. ?How generous!”
Du Ruotong glared and hurriedly denied: "What? It wasn't me who invited it. It was Master Jin and the others." This kind of entertainment was nothing in Gong Yueyue's eyes, but to an ancient official lady, But it is something that is enough to make one blush and feel ashamed.
Gong Yueyue peeled off a few nuts and stuffed them into her mouth: "The dance is pretty good, quite graceful."
This dancer is dressed extremely coquettishly, with a beautiful face, not to mention her figure. Most men’s eyes are as sticky as caramel on her body, while most women’s eyes are like swords, guns, swords and halberds. The air passing through the hall hit her body, hair and skin directly. For example, the young women opposite Gong Yueyue...
"I'm very demonic. I don't know what's going on with men. I just like this kind of foxy demon."
"Isn't it true? Dressed like this, you can see everything!"
"That's right! How shameless!"
"No serious girl would do this!"
"Oh, I can't stand it anymore! Is she twerking?"
"It has disgraced us women!"
They said something to each other, slandering the girl on the stage. Fu Yun and Du Ruotong felt that it was human nature, but Gong Yueyue felt that her scalp was numb: "If they see me working undercover in the nightclub before, The way it looks at that time, wouldn't you just catch me soaking in the pig cage?" She grabbed the hot water at hand and took a big gulp, muttering silently in her heart.
When Pan Zhuqing greeted Gong Yueyue at the table, he was already walking erratically and his face was slightly red. It was obvious that the male guests did not let the newly appointed official go at the wine table.
"Hey, Mr. Pan! It looks like you have drunk a lot. If you drink too much, please stop drinking." Mrs. Jin was smiling all over her face and greeted her eagerly, making the women at the table secretly admire her shamelessness.
Pan Zhuqing's eyes were intoxicated, and he responded to her hypocrisy with a faint smile: "Thank you, Mrs. Jin, for remembering me, and thank you all for supporting me. Pan Mouming is very grateful." After saying that, he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.
Fu Yun glanced at him worriedly, but she was met with his casual gaze. She turned her eyes away hastily, but heard him whisper her name: "Yun'er..."
Her cheeks were flushed, and her heartbeat was beating like the thunder of a war drum, which was heard by Gong Yueyue sitting next to her.
"Thank you for your gift." Pan Zhuqing said sincerely.
"As long as you like it." She responded with a low eyebrow.
Gong Yueyue and Du Ruotong were enjoying themselves secretly, watching helplessly as the girl Bingshan melted into a milkshake because of someone's words. Pan Zhuqing suddenly turned his head, looked at Gong Yueyue who was very happy, and said softly :"thank you too."
There was so much warmth in his eyes that the bright smile on Gong Yueyue's face froze instantly: "Thank you for what? Haha, didn't you thank me this afternoon?" She thought he was thanking him for the string of beeswax beads.
, but he didn’t know that his repeated unintentional defenses had once again firmly captured his heart.
The beautiful girl on the stage danced a few songs, finally closed her sleeves and slowly walked into the crowd.
Among the drunk men, some of them cheered uncontrollably: "Okay! Good dance! One more!"
Some people didn't speak, but silently wrapped their eyes around the woman's graceful body. (To be continued)