Mrs. Qingyou, who cared about the short, listened to him to scold Beichen, and was suddenly displeased.
In a word, I was poke to the cold and pain of Beishui, "I still recognize what he does, he no longer recognizes me!"
Hearing that he had a different tone, Mrs. Qingyou's eyes moved slightly and had already fell on his face.
She knows her husband and her son. From Beishuhan, she probably guess what is going on. Looking at her husband's face is distressed, she is not difficult to think of twists and turns.
At present, it is just distressed and helpless.
This pair of father and son is too much like, one is more stubborn and domineering than one. From a young age, it is like a dead end. No one can convince anyone!
Now Bei Shuihan really has to kill Zitong. How can the son of his own affectionate son be angry? I must refuse to recognize this father and imagine the mood of Beishuhan. Where can Mrs. Qingyou still tell?
If you blame.
Glanced at him, she just sighed.
At this time, there were already two servants outside the hall running in at the same time.
One is Mrs. Qingyou's maid.
One is Wu Jian, a personal guardian of Beishuhan.
"lady!"
"Home!"
The two were anxious, so when they entered the hall, they rushed to speak.
"What's up?!"
Inside the door, Bei Shuihan and Mrs. Qingyou responded at the same time.
The piano and Wu Jian looked at each other and grabbed the opening again.
Bei Shuihan and Mrs. Qingyou listened to the two of their voice, and they must have an urgent matter, and immediately went to the outer hall at the same time.
Seeing this, I was busy taking a step forward, pulled her aside, and then said with ears. "The news just from the other courtyard, the young master and the girl Zitong were married three days later."
On the side of Wu Jian, he also talked to him with a whisper, "The eyes of the other courtyard just came, saying that the young master and the girl Zitong were married after three days!"
"Mading?!" Mrs. Qingyou and Beishihan shocked at the same time, and then scolded together, "This mixing thing!"
Being a relative is such a big deal, Beichen dared to do it privately. This time, even Mrs. Qingyou was inevitably angry.
"See if you see, this is your good son!" Bei Shui Han said angrily.
This bastard, when I really do not recognize him, I am a marriage, and I do n’t even discuss with him?!!
"My son was born, who taught it?" Mrs. Qingyou's tone was not good.
The smelly boy, why is it so similar to his father and such a big thing, such a big thing, saying that she is a mother, Mrs. Qingyou's heart is angry and sad.
"Madam (homeowner)!" The two servants were busy comforting.
"Madam!" Outside the door, another maid ran in anxiously to see the situation in the hall. She looked at Bei Shuihan, gave a gift, and then quickly walked to Mrs. Qingyou's side. "Mrs.,
The young master sent a letter. "
Mrs. Qingyou was shocked, and then she was happy.
It is indeed her son, and she has not forgotten her to marry a daughter -in -law!
"Go, go back!"
She just waved her face with a calm face, and she had to walk outside the door.
"You don't care about this?" Bei Shui frowned and asked.
"My son is too old, I can't control the son you taught!" Mrs. Qingyou snorted, and her body was shaking, and she had already taken out the hall.
Bei Shuihan looked at the appearance of the second and second servants. The pupils were slightly shrinking, and they immediately brought out the door of the hall and quietly touched the small yard where Mrs. Qingyou lived.