But, where is he like him like him when he speaks and acts like this?
It would be no harm to him that he embarrassed his mother like this.
Because my mother will never think that it is her son's fault in her life, and she will count all this account on her daughter-in-law who has not entered the door.
‘Oh... Song Wenqing, Song Wenqing, why are you so stupid and naive?’
‘How can I fall in love with you if you do this?’
Xiaoman suddenly realized that she was not big, so why did she have so many mature thoughts in her mind
Could it be that this is related to those forgotten memories?
I really have to think of those things quickly, or I live in a daze, and I don’t know that day will be the beginning
After thinking, Xiaoman looked up and met Song Taijun's eyes
The old lady seemed to tell her with her eyes and persuade Song Wenqing to stop
Xiaoman was a sensible person and hurriedly said, "Wenqing, I see Mrs. Song is right, so I'll wait for the princess to come back."
Xiaoman's words, for Song Wenqing, it seems like a quick-acting medicine - a solution to the problem
Song Wenqing stopped shouting, walked to her, pulled her up and hugged her tightly, and said, "Xiaoman, let's go back to the room to rest."
Xiaoman was sweating profusely for Song Wenqing's recklessness.
He is the treasure of the Song family. If he doesn't say hello or say goodbye, no one will blame her.
But she can't do it!
So she hurriedly broke away from Song Wenqing's arms and said, "Wenqing, I haven't given Taijun tea yet."
"Your hand is injured, you can't respect this tea." Song Wenqing frowned and said with his eyebrows.
"There is no way to respect the tea, but the gift is still needed." After that, Xiaoman knelt down on the mat, kowtowed to Song Taijun, and said, "Minister Zhang Xiaoman, I have seen Song Taijun because the woman had injured her hand.
I can't give Taijun tea, I hope Taijun forgives me.”
Song Taijun smiled softly and said, "Get up, there is an injury on his hand, so there is no need to worry."
"Thank you, Taijun." Xiaoman stood up, adjusted his direction, knelt down again towards Mrs. Song, and said, "Minister Zhang Xiaoman, I have met Mrs. Song."
No matter how Mrs. Song treats her, she still needs politeness, because that thing is for others to see.