Shocked! Not only Wang Yanyun, but even Xiao's mother was frightened. She also knew a little bit about playing chess, but she didn't understand this kind of chess at all.
Was it actually Zhiwei who made such a chess move?
From the look on his face, it seems that he is not lying. Could it be that in the past two years, in addition to teaching business, dad also taught Zhiwei other things?
"If this chess move is really played by Mrs. Xiao, Yanyun has to say that she really admires it from the bottom of her heart."
Wang Yanyun's words always had two sides. On the surface, she expressed admiration, but in reality, she hinted that she suspected that Zhiwei had not played the chess at all. What's more, she ridiculed Mr. Xiao for lying.
Who is Mr. Xiao? How could he not understand the meaning of these words?
Wang Yanyun was quick to say that she immediately wiped out Mrs. Xiao's good impression of her. No, it was because she didn't have a good impression in the first place, but it turned out to be negative.
"Yan Yun feels ashamed. I heard that Mrs. Xiao has returned. Can I take this opportunity to ask for advice?" If one person doesn't work, she can defeat the next one.
Xiao's mother looked panicked.
Zhiwei didn't know about this yet. If the two people were to meet like this, the consequences would be disastrous.
Of course, Mrs. Xiao also knew about it. He also found out that not long ago, he heard that Zhiwei fell asleep as soon as she came back. This matter must not have fallen into her ears.
The situation was originally not optimistic, and this had to be resolved secretly. Let’s wait until the two of them consummate their marriage.
Who is Wang Yanyun? She can't see Mr. Xiao's face, and can't she understand Xiao's mother's expression?
"To be honest, Zhiwei has been traveling all the way, and her body is a little weak, and the disease has relapsed. She is still lying in bed. It is not suitable to see guests, and I may not be able to introduce them." What Mrs. Xiao said made sense.
"Really? That's such a pity." Although she said this, Wang Yanyun knew that she had to meet Li Zhiwei. After finally knowing the breakthrough point, it was related to whether she could become the Xiao family's wife. She
How could I give up?
Afterwards, Wang Yanyun sat in the lake pavilion for a while before leaving.
She sat on the sedan chair, her face looking very bad.
It was Master Xiao who came to her in person and said he wanted to marry her. She was not afraid. If she could not get the approval of these people, she only needed to capture Master Xiao's heart.
"Miss, the sedan is getting up."
The sedan started swaying. Wang Yanyun opened the stall cloth and looked outside.
Inadvertently……
Xiao Zichen, who was coming back from outside, had a cold face, full of seriousness and solemnity. While explaining things to the manager, he stepped into the door of the Xiao family.
Wang Yanyun was stunned for a moment and let the sedan walk for several meters without regaining consciousness.
I had long heard that the young master of the Xiao family was handsome, but I didn't expect that he was so extraordinary.
That serious look immediately touched Wang Yanyun's heart. If she could marry such a person, she would be willing to do anything.
Wang Yanyun's cheeks turned red, and the thoughts in her heart became more determined.
only……
She didn't know that the situation on the Little Overlord's side was...
"I'm warning you! You won't speak until I ask you to speak! You must remember everything I teach you!"
The steward wiped his sweat. "Yes, don't worry, young master, I will definitely remember it."
The little bully raised his head and was extremely excited. As long as he thought of the expressions you Zhiwei might show, he would be happy no matter which one you might show.
Surprise, disbelief, admiration, admiration...
Ah! You must get to know him well, Zhiwei. His life these two years has not been in vain! He has a good academic background! He must be better than her who left home!
The two of them walked to Xiao's mother's courtyard together. "You wait here."
After saying that, the little bully went in alone to call for help.
No way! You Zhiwei is still sleeping! I don’t know if you’ve had lunch.
Thinking of this, the little bully was unhappy. He pushed the person on the couch and said, "Zhiwei, have you had lunch? Get up."
Zhiwei was about to wake up, but she still had a temper. But she heard these two special words "eat".
She opened her eyes slightly and squinted at him. "Have you eaten?"
"It's already past the time to eat!" the little bully said angrily. Zhiwei was not upset after hearing this, she just turned around and prepared to go back to sleep.
The little bully almost went crazy! "You Zhiwei! Get up! I'll ask the servants to bring hot food up!"
Really! In addition to sleeping, I eat! Do you really learn anything when you go outside? Why do you feel like you are just getting lazier!
Zhiwei turned around again. "I'm too lazy to get up."
"Bring it to your bed!"
Zhiwei pursed her lips and considered the benefits of this transaction, and finally got up helplessly. After sleeping for so long, it was best to wash up.
When the little bully saw Zhiwei finally getting up, he breathed a long sigh of relief. He walked outside the door and said to the steward who was about to execute the order: "Go and tell the kitchen to bring some food."
The steward was stunned for a moment and wanted to ask a few more questions, but he had already gone back.
What is he here for?
The little bully didn't take two steps and turned around suddenly. "You, you Zhiwei! You shameless guy! Who told you to put on your clothes without closing the door!"
It's not like he hasn't seen you Zhiwei take off her clothes before, but she took off her clothes anyway!
Zhiwei blinked innocently.
Continue to organize.
She just didn't seem to have tied the belly band properly and adjusted it. Besides, her back was turned to him! What's the problem?
Who just left the door and came in again!
"You, you Zhiwei..." Standing there uneasily, the little bully was extremely depressed.
"I'm dressed." Zhiwei said with a tired voice.
I just woke up and I feel bad!
The little bully suddenly turned around and scolded. "You know Wei! You also have to feel a little ashamed! Look at you! How can you be so casual! You are not young anymore, you have to be taught these things!"
Seeing the bully approaching, Zhiwei was not annoyed and just smiled. Her smile made the bully even more crazy.
"You know Wei!"
He rubbed his ears. "Don't be so loud, you'll be deafened."
"You!" This is really annoying!
Finding a chair nearby, the little bully prepared to sit down and take a breather.
"Xiao Zichen, I find that you are becoming more and more like my mother." Why are you so lenient? It's like teaching an immature daughter.
At this time, Hei Tan saw the little bully's face and moved away in shame. "I'm not your mother!"
Zhiwei blinked at him and covered her ears preparedly. "Yes, yes, yes." You are not like my mother, you are like my father.
Of course, just think about it in your mind. It’s not appropriate to share it out loud.
The little bully realized that he really couldn’t do anything with the playful and smiling You Zhiwei in front of him!
"Why are you so busy today and not going out to check on the business?" Zhiwei also found a table nearby and sat down.
"Humph, you also know that I have to go out to see some business."
Yo...this tone is so sour...
"Why didn't I know that grandpa would still talk about you occasionally?"
"..." The little bully turned his head to the side. "You didn't know until grandpa was talking about it. There is a letter I wrote to you!"
"Letter? What letter?" Zhiwei looked confused.
The little bully was so angry that he stood up and punched the chair, not forgetting to kick it aside. "What letter! You have the nerve to ask! You dare to say that you haven't read any of the letters I wrote to you!"
"
Zhiwei frowned quickly and then relaxed her brows. "How many letters have you written?"
When asked about this, the little bully's face suddenly turned from black to red. His two white ears were quickly infected. "No, I don't know... I write every three days..."