Yang Liusi

"Uncle, aunt?" As soon as Yang Xianfang stepped over the threshold, he saw Wu Yuan and Mrs. Wu who were drinking tea at the side. He was overjoyed for a moment, his doubts and fears disappeared, and he happily ran forward to greet him.

Madam Wu put down the cup with a smile on her face, stretched out her hand to help Yang Xian up, looked her up and down, her eyes were full of surprise, after a while, she patted her hand lightly and said: "My daughter should dress up like this."

Hearing Mrs. Wu's praise, Yang Xian was a little proud. He immediately twirled the skirt and flaunted, "Fanyin personally chose this for me."

Hearing this, Mrs. Wu's eyes were a little different, so she raised her eyes to look at Liu Fanyin, got up and greeted her with each other - after all, Liu Fanyin is a daughter of the clan, and she is very different from her own junior. different.

Liu Fanyin saluted Yang Tonghui and Wu Yuan respectively, and then sat down.

Seeing that Liu Fanyin was seated, Yang Xian approached happily, wanting to sit beside her. This move caught Wu Yuan's eyes. Wu Yuan's brows furrowed imperceptibly, and his eyes were complicated. When I woke up, there seemed to be infinite thoughts in it.

Yang Tonghui has always abided by the rules of etiquette, and he is the most rigid. Originally, he saw Yang Xian running up to Mrs. Wu so recklessly, with no respect at all, and such an intimacy, he was already displeased, mixed with A little bit sad, full of emotions are tumbling; this has not calmed down, and seeing Yang Xian and Liu Fanyin being so intimate again, with nothing to hide, the blood is surging again for a while, and it is inevitable that the eyes will turn black.

"Miss Liu is a distinguished guest, you have always been frizzy and unruly, why don't you sit farther away!" Yang Tonghui turned to look at Yang Xian, and reprimanded him.

"I'm the one who waits on the distinguished guests." Yang Xian muttered subconsciously, and Yang Tonghui's face darkened again.

"You—" Seeing that Yang Tonghui was about to speak out again, Wu Yuan said lightly from the side: "It's just a seat."

Yang Tonghui opened his mouth, seeing that Wu Yuan looked worried, and he had to rely on Wu Yuan to intercede for today's matter, he finally gave in, swallowed the rest of his words, and was annoyed in his heart.

"What day is today?" The atmosphere was really weird, Yang Xian endured it for a long time, seeing that these people in the hall were all drinking a cup of tea, as if the tea was such a great tea, that they had no intention of opening their mouths at all. No; Looking at Fanyin again, there are only a pair of deep eyes, occasionally glancing at his uncle and aunt, without any intention of speaking.

Uncle and old man Yang have always been at odds, and have hardly had any contact since their mother passed away. Even though there were so many encounters this year, it was all because of their own affairs. Every time they met, they were extremely at odds. Why did they suddenly sit down today? Have tea together?Coupled with today's atmosphere, it is even more unusual.

"Good day." Yang Tonghui said indifferently, raised his eyes to look at Yang Xian, and saw that her eyebrows were slightly frowned, her peach blossom eyes sparkled, her face was full of doubts, with a girlish delicacy, she was so similar to the person who passed away ... My heart hurts, but I can't speak again.

"..." Several people in the hall had nothing to say.

"Since it's a good day, please ask Mr. Yang to explain Fanyin's doubts." Liu Fanyin put down the teacup in his hand, and said coldly, the air in the hall suddenly became cold, "What's so good about it?"

"Heh." Wu Yuan hadn't spoken since he said a word before, but now he suddenly sneered, which seemed very abrupt.

Yang Tonghui heard Wu Yuan's sneer, but he didn't look at Wu Yuan, he just smiled at Liu Fanyin: "Today I take the liberty to invite Miss Liu here to observe the ceremony."

"Watching the ceremony?!" Yang Xian exclaimed for the first time.

"Father...Master Yang, you want to get married?!" Yang Xian's mind roared, but he never thought about it. The old man Yang suddenly found a new home after the old tree blossomed. It was too leisurely to hear any wind.

"..." As soon as these words came out, the expressions of several people in the hall changed.

"Nonsense!" Yang Tonghui blushed instantly with anger. Since his wife passed away, he has been widowed for many years. He has never thought about remarrying, nor has he ever taken in a concubine. Who knows that he has no intention of touching women again?That's good, his own flesh and blood will join in the gossip first.

"You are seventeen, why are you still so unruly? If you marry in the future..." At this point, Yang Tonghui stopped abruptly, but his severity remained undiminished, "In the future, you will suffer a lot in dealing with people!"

"Heh." Wu Yuan sneered again.

"Master Yang is worrying too much." Liu Fanyin said again lightly, she never looked at anyone, she just lightly took her fingers and tapped on the table, her face was indifferent, but there was a compelling pressure lingering In the hall, "Xiaoxian is from our Liufu, even if there are no rules, Master Yang doesn't need to worry about it in the future."

After finishing speaking, the whole hall was shocked.

Mrs. Wu looked at this woman more and more differently - as expected, she was a member of the royal family, and such a grandeur was something ordinary noble girls could not have; it's just... Mrs. Wu glanced at Yang Xian more and more worriedly.

"You—!" Yang Tonghui was so dumbfounded that he almost fell off his chair.

"Lord Yang, don't be so excited, it will hurt your health." Liu Fanyin reminded lightly, but once, Yang Tonghui was so angry that he died.

"Oh," Yang Tonghui finally calmed down. After blushing and out of breath, he took a big sip from the teacup in his hand and said with a sneer, "Which family she is from is not up to Miss Liu."

"..." Yang Xian sat on the seat, feeling very at a loss—why did this topic suddenly jump to her?Wasn't it still discussing whether old man Yang is going to get married?

"What Fanyin said naturally doesn't count," Liu Fanyin raised his eyes, which flashed like a cold light for a moment, "but what Master Yang said doesn't count either."

"Oh, Miss Liu is talking about it, who is right?" Yang Tonghui also sneered.

"Of course Xiaoxian has the final say." Liu Fanyin looked at Yang Xian, the coldness in her eyes disappeared, and the rest was tenderness.

"Oh?" Yang Tonghui smiled at this moment, "Then the old man has the final say."

"Heh." Wu Yuan sneered again.

Hearing Wu Yuan's sneer after another, Yang Tonghui felt a surge of anger in his heart. If it wasn't for Yang Xian, his son...daughter, he wouldn't have put up with Wu Yuan so much.

"Master Yang's words are unreasonable." Liu Fanyin's tone became cold again.

"It doesn't make sense?" Yang Tonghui sneered, looked at Liu Fanyin, and said word by word, "Blood relatives make sense."