After all, it wasn't because I had borrowed the influence of Mrs. Lin's natal family, but now I look at the three children left behind by Mrs. Lin, and I feel uneasy.
However, while Prime Minister Lin was busy organizing this matter, he finally prostrated himself under the fierce attack of Chunhua on a windy and moonlit night, and rolled up in the study.
It has to be said that Miss Chunhua came prepared, and the effect was different. What's more, she was still very talented. After she succeeded, her delicate and soft appearance impressed Mr. Lin for some reason, and he kept her directly.
I served him in the study, euphemistically known as serving books.
When Lin Qingran received the message from Prime Minister Lin, even though he already knew it, he still admired her Chunhua's methods.
However, he was deeply disdainful of Prime Minister Lin's behavior of wanting to build a chastity memorial arch after being a bitch. He actually said that Chunhua was smart and had nimble hands and feet, so she stayed in the study to serve pen and ink.
Hey, the study is waiting for pen and ink?
Is there anything funnier than this? Could it be that all the girls in the Lin family who worked with Bi Mo were dead, so he asked the girls in his daughter's room to go to the study to serve Bi Mo!
Fortunately, she didn't have any hope for Prime Minister Lin, otherwise she would be angry to death just by being angry.
While Lin Qingran despised Mr. Lin, she was also waiting for news from Aunt Hua.
Based on her experience in this previous life, she knew that Aunt Hua was kind-hearted but could not tolerate others. Among the people served by Mr. Lin, she had already bribed her. If Chunhua succeeded in climbing into bed, Aunt Hua would not
I don’t know anything about it, and I don’t know how she will toss the spring flowers? I will burn her body by the way!
But after waiting for two days, she didn't hear anything. Not only was she not relieved, but she was even more worried.
She knew about Chunhua, and if Aunt Hua was really serious, she could find out what happened to their master and servant, but Aunt Hua didn't pursue it. This was not in line with Aunt Hua's style of doing things!
Abnormality is actually a demon. Lin Qingran, who had experienced Aunt Hua's insidious methods in his previous life, naturally would not believe that Aunt Hua became a Buddha immediately and suddenly became kind and soft-hearted, nor did he feel that Lin Qingxi was holding her hand this time.
Holding her hand, Aunt Hua shrank in fear.
So Aunt Hua's silence can only mean that she is planning a more serious conspiracy and wants to hit her with one blow, so she is willing to endure it for the time being.
Just when she was thinking about what kind of sinister tricks Aunt Hua would use to deal with her, she saw Zhiqin coming in quietly with a gloomy look on her face. She walked up to Lin Qingran and whispered a few words.
Lin Qingran's eyes were as bright as spring water, and the cold light suddenly shone directly, and he sneered repeatedly: "Okay, okay... you are indeed my good father!"
It is said that flesh and blood are the closest relatives in the world, but Lin Qingran felt that she was Prime Minister Lin's father-killing enemy in her previous life. Otherwise, why would Prime Minister Lin look so eager to get rid of her in this life?
"Miss, what should we do now?" Zhiqin didn't try to persuade Lin Qingran. She didn't know how to persuade her either, so she had to change the subject and attract Lin Qingran's mind away from her unkind and unjust father.
Lin Qingran sneered again, and turned his eyes to the opened window, landing on a red plum in the yard. He saw the stamens blooming in the cold wind. Although he was weak, he was strong and strong, and the corners of his lips were pulled out.
He made a sarcastic arc, thought for a moment, and whispered slowly: "What should I do? I am the most filial to your young lady. Since my father has such a wish, how can he not help realize it?" As for the result, that will be discussed separately.
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He stretched out his hand, motioned Zhiqin to listen carefully, and whispered something in her ear.
The more Zhiqin listened, the deeper the smile in his eyes became, until it almost narrowed into a thin line.