How could he have a wife later than that rare animal?
In fact, he has a wife to choose, Xia Ruolan!
But some people say that you are not as good as Xiao Huang. Will Miss Ruolan like you?
The toad wants to eat swan meat, but the girl likes a talented and capable man like Shen Jiliang
It is almost an open secret of the Lu family that Xia Ruolan likes Shen Jiliang, and almost everyone knows that he likes Xia Ruolan.
But Shen Jiliang doesn't like Xia Ruolan, and everyone sees it. The two of them are either happily together, or not, and he feels anxious just watching.
There is no way to continue in such a hurry. Mr. Qu went to ask Baozhu: "Young mistress, I like Ruolan, what do you think will make her marry me?"
"She won't marry you" Baozhu is sure
"Why?"
"It just won't happen" Baozhu's sixth sense told her
"Why not?"
"She is going to marry Brother Shen!" Kunshan said that he would try his best to bring the two of them together. Usually if the Lu family had anything to send to Shen Jiliang, they would usually let Xia Ruolan go.
"Why him and not me? If you favor one over the other, am I worse than him?" He felt good about himself.
Baozhu nodded: "Yeah"
"Young mistress, can you stop being so honest?" Mr. Qu had the urge to vomit blood, even if it happened to him.
"I'm dishonest, will you take it seriously?" Bao Zhu bit her lollipop and said inarticulately.
Mr. Qu suddenly became even more depressed: "Young Madam, sometimes I wonder whether you are really stupid or pretending to be stupid."
Bao Zhu rolled her eyes at him and said childishly: "You are stupid, I am smarter than you."
Qu Shao teased her: "Then who is smarter than you?"
"Xiao Huang, Kunshan, Ah Long, Ah Hu, Ah Que..." Baozhu counted on his fingers, and he couldn't finish counting with both hands.
Mr. Qu became even more depressed: "Then who am I smarter than?"
"Baozhen"
Mr. Qu was happy this time: "You have a good vision! Not bad, not bad!"
"So you are getting married!" Bao Zhu thought about the double wedding candies.
Mr. Qu was desperate. It turned out that this was the reason: "Then if I don't marry her, who am I smarter than?"
"It's still you"
"Wait a minute, young lady, I'm curious about your criteria for judging intelligence?"
"Appetite" Baozhu answered quickly
Mr. Qu was speechless: "How can appetite be related to intelligence?"
"Grandpa said, you will be smarter if you eat." This is what my grandpa said when I was a child. Grandpa said that if you eat more Baozhu, you will become smarter if you eat more.
"Your grandpa also said that he would grow taller if he ate more," Qu Shaoxin said nonsense.
Baozhu looked at him with starry eyes: "How do you know?"
"You can figure it out with your feet!" The old man tricked the child into eating. Isn't it just those words? What about eating can make you taller, smarter and more beautiful?
"Don't your ideas stink?" Xiao Quzi's feet will stink?
"It won't stink anymore if you wash it," he replied subconsciously.
"Can thoughts be washed away?"
"I didn't say, hallucination, everything is hallucination, I went to walk in the garden." Qu Shao suddenly had the idea that he didn't want to talk to her. It lowered people's IQ. If he stayed with Baozhu any longer, he was afraid that he would Your IQ will become negative and you will take the opportunity to run away.
Bao Zhu suddenly felt the need to urinate. He looked up and saw Bao Yue and pushed Qiao Qiao into Bao Yue's arms: "Bao Yue, hold Qiao Qiao while I go to the toilet."
Baoyue doesn't like children, especially little baby dolls that cry and pee their pants. But Bao Zhu ran away after handing Qiao Qiao to her. She didn't want to hold her and throw her away because it was too dirty. , saw an attendant waving to him: "Take this child away from me."
If it were an old servant at home, he would have carefully taken the child to Wan Fugui or the old lady at home, but this person was a temporary helper. Not to mention the child, Baoyue didn't even know him, and he didn't know where to hand the child after he picked it up.
To whom? Seeing how fierce Baoyue was, I didn’t dare to ask. While I was busy with work, I irresponsibly put Qiao Qiao on a long table, thinking that the child’s parents would see it later.
Will take the child off the table
Because it is the theme of literary exchange, literary and calligraphy works are naturally indispensable. Mr. Wan planned to show off his skills later, so he specially asked people to prepare pens, inks, paper, inkstones, Baoyue and Baozhen. In order to impress the young talents, he also asked people to prepare them.
They each received their own calligraphy. Baozhen's handwriting was barely legible, and Baoyue's handwriting was not good, so he paid someone to write one and put them all on the table.
Qiao Qiao was bored, so she crawled on the table until she reached a plate of ink. If she dared to crawl over, she slapped her little hand into the plate and made it full of ink.
Little Qiaoqiao didn't know what ink was. He just crawled forward based on his own interest, and ended up covered in ink.
There was a piece of paper in front of him, and Qiao Qiao crawled over it. He didn't know what he thought of, but he rubbed it with his little hands covered with ink. He rubbed it with relish. After a while, he seemed to feel that it was not fun. Qiao Qiao crawled over it.
opened,
It happened that Mr. Qu saw him at this time. Mr. Qu saw that Qiao Qiao was covered in ink, but what could he do? He stretched out his hand and picked him up: "My young master, why don't you play with ink? Come and take you."
Go upstairs and change clothes.”
Qiao Qiao saw a familiar person and moved in his arms.
After saying something to Kunshan, Mr. Qu took Qiao Qiao upstairs.
Soon the highlight of the day began. Mr. Wan called everyone to the table and was about to perform a few calligraphy words he had just learned from his in-laws in front of everyone. He is old and has been a nouveau riche all his life. He is also old.
When he was about to write something, he found that the blank paper he had prepared was missing. He asked people to get it and said to everyone: "Let's look at what my two daughters wrote first! Today they also wrote a set of words each.
I want to show you the precious moon! You should show yours to everyone first."
Baoyue saw two pieces of writing on the table and didn't know which one belonged to her. Just when she was about to grab one and look at it, Baozhen said, "Sister, that one is mine."
Baoyue smiled and said, "I know it's yours, but I just wanted to take a look."
Then he picked up a pair next to him, unfolded it in front of everyone, and was dumbfounded. The "words" on it were very sloppy, and he couldn't see what was written. Someone next to him said: "Second Miss, what are you doing?"
What did you write?"
Baoyue cursed the person who wrote for her in her heart, why the writing was so sloppy, and smiled: "It's a cursive style I created."