The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

"Then will you come tonight?"

"Do I dare not to come? He looks down on our boss Qian. If I cause trouble for him again, he won't be able to call my boss over and scold him."

Cangman was still in mourning when he left, and when he came in the evening, he felt as if he was going to die. He was not afraid of drinking, he was afraid that Mr. Hou would harm him and their boss.

It’s better not to speak too early.

For five days in a row, Cangman, who said he had never vomited before, was now not so stubborn. For three days in a row, there was filth at the base of the courtyard wall every night.

He finally realized what it felt like to spit out all the gall.

A few days later, Boss Qian received a letter from Cangman.

Seeing the letter from Bian Jing, Wan Baiqian's heart tightened, thinking that something had happened again, "Let me see what you wrote."

Boss Qian was evasive, as if he wanted to hide the truth, "It's nothing important."

Wanbaiqian had already stretched out his hand, but Boss Qian stuffed the letter into his arms in a evasive manner.

Looking at Boss Qian's appearance, Wan Baiqian became even more convinced of his idea, "Did something happen again?"

"Nothing happened to anyone, it's just a useless letter."

"It's no use. You're still hiding it. Something must have happened. Let me see."

Seeing that Boss Qian refused to give it, Wan Baiqian's expression became more serious. She ordered Rongrong beside her: "Go and pack your things."

"Yes."

Then Rongrong went to the cabinet and took out piles of clothes worth tens of thousands of dollars.

This time it was Boss Qian's turn to be anxious. He also said in a commanding tone: "Rong Rong is not allowed to pack things."

Boss Qian's order is equivalent to nonsense. He can control everyone in the family, but only Wanbaiqian's people will never disobey Wanbaiqian's orders and obey him. Rongrong was trained by Wanbaiqian, and Wanbaiqian trained him. She knew what to do with just one look, not to mention that Wan Baiqian had already gotten angry at this moment.

When Boss Qian saw this, he panicked. He took Wan Baiqian's hand and discussed it, saying, "If the matter is serious, you have to go back to your parents' home."

Although Wan Baiqian didn't let go of Boss Qian's hand, his tone of voice was obviously different from usual, not so pleasant, "Why should I go back to my parents' home?"

"Then what are you packing your things for?"

"I'll go to Bianjing to have a look."

Boss Qian was anxious and said, "Nothing happened in Bianjing."

He had no choice but to take the letter out of his arms and said, "If you don't believe it, read the letter, but don't be angry after reading it."

This letter was written by Cangman. It is the longest letter Cangman has written to Boss Qian in more than ten years. It is very long, using six sheets of paper, and contains many common sayings. When the boss first got the letter, he thought he had made a mistake. This thick letter was so full of reports that his brain ached with pain after reading it.

Now that the letter is in the hands of Wan Baiqian, Boss Qian's back molars are also hurting. Isn't this causing trouble?

He reminded Wan Baiqian, who had ten lines at a glance, and said: "Qian'er, what's ahead is all nonsense. Just read the last page, and just read the last two sentences."

Wan Baiqian read through each piece of letter paper attentively. She gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, this one is Cangman, and the writing is good."

Boss Qian said: "He is just a rough guy...a vulgar person who can't say anything elegant."

Wan Baiqian said: "As rough as he is, he is of the highest quality. If he is disrespectful, he can kill him."

Boss Qian said: "Madam, let him be spared once. I will deal with him later and teach him a lesson to vent my anger on Madam."

Wan Baiqian snorted through his nostrils with great disdain.

"Forget it, Madam, please don't tell your uncle about Cangman's words. I will discipline him strictly in the future."

"Humph!"

"Anyway, if he calls you sister, please spare him this time."

"Humph!"

"My uncle's drinking capacity is so good that Cangman probably won't be able to hold it anymore. Only my wife's drinking capacity can match my uncle's."

"Humph!"

Boss Qian said: "This is a letter asking for help from Cangman. Madam, please read it."

Boss Qian hurriedly opened the last page of the letter with millions of dollars slapped on the table, "Madam, please read, Cangman wrote, 'Let Dong Ke come and replace me quickly, or let my sister come and save me quickly. If I don’t come, just wait and collect the body for me.”

"Hmph, then please explain to me, what are the five pages in front of you writing?" Wan Baiqian slapped his hand hard on the letter paper, making a loud bang.

Boss Qian's heart trembled.

He didn't know whether to protect the table or the hand with millions of dollars. He said cautiously: "Madam, calm down. Madam, calm down. Let me explain slowly."

The first five pages are all about criticizing Mr. Hou Wan Lianxing. The language is straightforward, rich in words, simple, clear, vulgar and easy to understand.

Boss Qian fussed for a long time but couldn't think of a response. The wrong thing couldn't be broken up properly.

Wan Baiqian suddenly smiled and said, "Rongrong, stop cleaning up and take out a pen and paper."

Boss Qian became even more nervous, "What are you doing, madam?"

"Write a letter to my brother-in-law and be kind to Cangman."

Wan Baiqian's smile made Boss Qian feel that Cangman was in danger.

He begged for millions of dollars: "Madam, please be merciful and spare Cangman's life."

Wan Baiqian chuckled: "Dong Ke can't replace him, and I can't save him, so the only thing you can do is collect his body."

Boss Qian said: "Madam, for the sake of our husband and wife, please be merciful!"

Wan Baiqian said: "We have only been married for a few days, so we don't have such a deep relationship."

"My lady is hurting my heart by saying this."

At this time, Rongrong had already laid out the Four Treasures of the Study, "Madam, please."

Wan Baiqian took up the pen and wrote a letter to Wan Lianxing.

"My lady wrote this..."

Wan Baiqian said: "I have shown mercy, do you want me to send the full letter intact to my uncle for tasting?"

"Can't, can't."

Cangman always looks sad when dinner comes. It has been three days since he sent this letter. How come the boss has not done anything about this? If he drinks with the Marquis for a few more days, his face will turn green. He will die young.

......

That day, Yuhua stood happily at the door of Furong's house, stretched her neck and shouted: "Furong——"

Soon Fu Rong walked out of the house and said, "Yu Hua."

Furong opened the door and let Yuhua in, "Why are you so happy today?"

"There is a letter from Shang Xi."

Yuhua shook the letter in her hand.

"What did you write?"

"Ask how your hand is recovering."

Fu Rong stretched out her hand to look at it, and said with a smile: "It's healed a long time ago, but it's just a little ugly."

Yuhua said: "It's not as ugly as I guessed at the time. It's pretty good."

Yuhua smiled and asked Furong: "Do you want to write a letter to Shang Xi and take it away."