But Mrs. Fu over there had already understood. She was laughing so hard that she almost covered her mouth with a handkerchief.
Some time ago, when my third daughter was at home, my son came back very late.
Now I have returned home at this hour, and I still have some free time to chat with my female family members. I came back because of the Italian girl.
It's a pity that the Italian girl not only failed to appreciate this friendship, but also made a fuss about it, and tricked her son again and again.
The old lady didn't think much about it at first. It wasn't until her son hit a wall with the Italian girl that she finally saw something like this.
All the lovers would have to say that this misunderstanding is really clever.
Although he did want to return home early, and he came back because of the Italian girl, he really didn't need to go out of his way to do so.
It's just a coincidence that I came back late on purpose to avoid my third sister some time ago. But do you think we can still make things clear now?
The problem is that what should be understood is not understood, and what should not be understood is still unclear.
Seeing that the Italian girl didn't mean anything to him. Tanhua Lang opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time.
Luo Hua was deliberately ruthless, Tan Hua Lang was a little defeated, and looked at the Italian girl a little sad.
Then Madam Fu noticed that her son seemed to be the one who was rejected?
He looked up to the Italian girl a little bit. No matter what time it was, the girls around him would always hang around his son.
The Italian girl is really the first girl who doesn't pay much attention to her son.
It's not that Mrs. Fu is ignorant, but that among the few people she knows, the Italian girl is really special.
Look at the son of her father, and then look at Dali. His son must be good. After all, after so many years, so many girls are chasing after him and appraising him. Mrs. Fu thinks there may be something wrong with Dali's eyesight.
So on such a rather silent and somewhat sad occasion, Madam Fu stretched out her finger at an inappropriate time and asked Dali: "How much is this."
Tanhua Lang couldn't understand what his own mother's behavior was. He looked at his own mother and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
The Italian girl was also at a loss. Compared to Tan Hwa Lang's sadness, the Italian girl didn't take it seriously after he made it clear. Anyway, don't even think about relying on her.
Xin asked Madam Fu whether she didn’t know how to count: “A slap in the face.”
This answer was correct. Mrs. Fu was confused: "It's not wrong, but if it's normal, shouldn't it be said to be five fingers?"
By the way, it doesn't matter if we both look down on our own son. This doesn't reflect the difference of the Italian girl.
So the old lady really didn't understand why the Italian girl ignored her son's advances.
Tan Hwa Lang still doesn’t understand why a good conversation ended up with a ‘slap’.
Mrs. Fu didn't even bother to understand, she frowned and said nothing. Tanhua Lang and Dali were at a loss, so they fell silent again.
Of course, the Italian girl was still more concerned about it, and Tan Hwa Lang had an easy job, so she didn't feel this silence.
He didn't feel uncomfortable at all when he opened his mouth to speak: "Looking back, I have to talk to my wife. Did my lord get crowded in the Yamen?"
Tan Hualang was very resentful. This girl's heart was full of Mrs. Zhou and Brother Zhou Xian: "You really underestimate Mr. Zhou. It would be great if he doesn't run against others."
Dali felt that this young man was not good enough, so he talked to his elders from now on and said, "My elders have a noble character and are always kind to others. How can he run against others? If he runs against someone, that person is asking for it."
The Italian girl is so clear-cut about distance and distance, closeness and distance.
Fu Tanhualang sneered, he was not talking about Zhou Xiandi, but the saint: "Why don't you be so ignorant of right and wrong?"
What the Italian girl said was natural: "If you have to argue about right and wrong in this kind of matter, it's enough for me to know which side I'm on."
These words shocked Tan Hwa Lang. Of course, it would be even more touching if he was the one who responded without distinguishing right from wrong.
Well, it was Jiang Changxi who brought him here. Right and wrong must be argued, but the prerequisite is to be able to distinguish between far and near.
Tan Hwa Lang didn't have the courage to ask, if I were placed with your adults, how would you occupy the seat? The answer to this question would probably make him depressed to death.
Fortunately, Mrs. Fu spoke up: "Miss Dali is really good-natured. She can tell the difference between closeness and distance and how to be humane."
The Italian girl said shyly and modestly: "My wife said that my temperament is too loyal, not only good, but also easy to get myself into trouble. But it still makes me happy that you praise me so much, old lady."
Mrs. Fu's good impression of Dali now also included admiration, and she immediately said: "Dali is known as being anxious for public good and righteous, so of course she is good. Speaking of which, my girls have similar temperaments to girls from Dali."
Tanhua Lang was dumbfounded. His sisters had similar temperaments to Dali Neng. Did my mother have some misunderstanding? I really don’t know whether she was teasing her own sisters or Dali’s girl.
The Italian girl felt that no mother would bury her daughter, so her words must be a compliment: "No wonder I have the same temperament with the old lady. It turns out that we have such a deep fate."
If the Italian girl hadn't been so reserved, she almost said it. No wonder you want to accept me as your adopted daughter. The reason is here.
Mrs. Fu: "It's a pity that the girls in my family are not as good as the girls in Dali. Those girls of mine are just bad-mouthed, and they can't compare with capable ones like Dali."
Dali: "It doesn't matter, we will all be sisters from now on." Then he smiled sheepishly: "Ahem, I mean, from now on, the affairs of girls are my business."
Tan Hualang almost went crazy when the Italian girl said that they were all sisters, so he heard the Italian girl say: "Old madam, please don't laugh at me. I will make it clear to my madam later and prepare the marriage recognition etiquette, and then we will make it official."
If you don’t mind this ceremony, please give me a status as soon as possible.”
The Italian girl has never been a shy person, she just says whatever she thinks. She doesn't feel like she's being superior or anything.
Tanhua Lang watched the Italian girl begging for status with her own mother, and he knew that he was just having fun, and that it was not the same thing as what he thought. Thinking of what Zhou Xiandi said about recognizing the relationship, Tanhua Lang simply couldn't help it.
Mrs. Fu really doesn't dislike her. She prefers the Italian girl to be so down-to-earth and generous. It would be great if she was her own daughter.
Question, only then did I see that my son was thinking about it. This godmother still had to be carefully considered, and my son's mood should also be taken into consideration.
Tanhua Lang said in his heart that this title cannot be given, and he would be willing to consider it if he changed it to another one. Tanhua Lang stared at Dali, thinking about the gains and losses, and how to explain it to the girl Dali.