Frowning her brows, Lin Qingran thought to herself: Which song is this singing again?
Aunt Luo seemed to have been frightened, her face turned pale, she stood up suddenly and stared at the painter who fell to the ground, her eyes slightly red.
Aunt Hua looked at Aunt Luo who was losing her composure, with a cold and proud smile in her eyes, while Lin Qingxi's eyes showed a ferocious and terrifying aura of murder.
This pair of mother and daughter snakes have no idea what they are planning to do to harm others!
Lin Qingran had been paying attention to the expressions of Aunt Hua and her daughter, and she was 100% sure that the farce in front of her had something to do with them.
After coughing slightly, Aunt Luo woke up and lowered her head to hide the expression on her face.
Mrs. Lin looked around expressionlessly and said calmly: "What are you doing here? Why don't you take it to the guest room and ask a doctor to come and take a look?"
Aunt Hua had a bodhisattva-like heart and nodded: "The old lady is right, look at the painter, I'm afraid he's seriously injured!"
Aunt Luo's face was so white that there was no trace of blood. Although she had her head hanging down at the moment, Lin Qingran felt that her ears were erect higher than that of a rabbit.
Mrs. Lin gave the order, and the servants quickly gathered around and carried the painter down. When they passed by everyone, they found that his face was pale, and there was no color on his lips. He looked like he was breathing more than he was breathing in.
Look.
Lin gently held his forehead, sighed softly, lowered his eyes, raised his lips slightly, and smiled very faintly: "How could this happen? It's so pitiful!"
There was a dark and violent look in Aunt Hua's eyes, but a compassionate expression on her face: "Yes, it's so pitiful! Looking at her age, I'm afraid she's only around 20 years old. How come she's vomiting blood when she's so good!"
Aunt Luo's face was as transparent as snow at this moment. Because she lowered her head, she couldn't see the expression in her eyes clearly, but she could vaguely see the corners of her pursed lips and the faintly jumping veins clenched into fists.
As people get older, their temperaments become strange, and they only want to see good things. When Mrs. Lin saw things developing like this, her mood became a little bad. She stood up and said: "I'm tired.
Let’s go back to the courtyard first. I’ll give the painter some more money later and have him send it back!” After saying that, he left surrounded by the girls.
Aunt Hua's eyebrows stretched, and even though she couldn't see her face, her eyes showed a deep smile: "The old lady is kind-hearted, which is also a blessing for this poor man."
After saying that, he followed Mrs. Lin and left. The steps on her head trembled slightly as she walked, adding a bit of charm and enchantment.
Lin Qingxi glanced at Aunt Luo thoughtfully, smiled slightly, and left.
Aunt Fang was thinking about Lin Qingyue, and sighed softly, looking at Aunt Luo who seemed to be sympathetic, but she looked helpless.
In a moment, only Lin Qingran, Lin Qingyin and Aunt Luo were left in the originally bustling pavilion.
Lin Qingran pulled Lin Qingyin to stand up. When he walked past Aunt Luo, his steps paused slightly and his voice was soft: "Aunt Hua spent all her efforts to invite a painter to paint for the old lady. I think Aunt Luo must also have taken such painstaking efforts."
I understand."
Aunt Luo was shocked and turned her gaze to Lin Qingran in disbelief, only to meet a pair of eyes as deep as an ancient well, emitting a cold light.
During the celebration dinner, Aunt Luo already knew clearly how powerful Lin Qingran was, cautious in doing things, and far-sighted. Even an old fox like Mr. Lin fell into her hands, let alone her.
At this time, Lin Qingran suddenly said such a sentence, what does it mean?
Why does it sound like there is no profound meaning to it?