Wishful Things

Why is it a pick? They sent me to the front, and the guards only brought one, and left the rest to me. How about a child?

Wu Shizi suffocated slightly.

Why in the wife's mouth, he suddenly became the person who made things difficult for the children?

Did Madam miss the point of what he said?

And Madam's eyes, it seems that he is not pleasing to the eye - it must be an illusion... right?

Ah Yuan was very anxious when he left. Looking at her appearance, she must have something to do with her sweetheart... Xu's eyes were a little worried - don't let anything happen.

Wu Jingming suddenly fell into a deeper confusion.

... sweetheart?

When did the son have a sweetheart?

Let's listen to this meaning, this sweetheart is actually from the capital?

When did this happen? When did his son secretly open his orifices?

Looking at his wife who already knew everything, as if she was ready to be a mother-in-law, Wu Shizi even had the illusion of being isolated from the world for a long time-new illusions have increased.

Which family is this girl from? There were too many doubts, so Wu Jingming temporarily asked the most important question.

This question is actually not rigorous - because now he is not even sure whether his son's sweetheart is a girl.

After all, his son hadn't shown any obvious inclinations in terms of orientation before.

Xu glanced at her husband.

When A Yuan was in the capital last year, her husband clearly knew that A Yuan and a girl would often meet at the Xuesheng Tea House. Why, did the husband think that A Yuan was planning to marry that girl?

This guess is certainly incomprehensible, but considering that this person is her husband, it doesn't seem so surprising.

Who knows which one it belongs to? I just have a vague idea. Mrs. Xu was too lazy to elaborate with her husband.

After all, the husband is not only dull, but also has the unique pedantry of the Wu family in his bones. If he finds out that it is Miss Xu from the Zhen Guogong's mansion, he will not be able to help him, and I am afraid he will talk nonsense.

Wu Jingming was startled.

Why do you feel that Madam clearly knows who it is, but she is perfunctory him?

Is it an illusion again?

So, it's possible that Madam really doesn't know?

Thinking of this, Wu Shizi, who thought he was cautious and careful, sighed: This child is really, since he has a sweetheart, how can he not explain it to his family? Before he entered the city, he disappeared because of his children's personal relationship. Hey, really It’s becoming more and more irregular.”

Wait...why do you think Madam's face is getting uglier?

Xu sneered.

In the eyes of the son, does A Yuan have to follow the rules in everything to be worthy of being part of your Wu family? And how does the son know that he has never explained to the family?

Mrs. Xu said angrily: ...he has been in your arrangement since he was a child, and which thing is not going around the Wu family? He can't have the slightest bit of his own. Got an idea? Now that I finally have a girl I like, is it a sin to meet her?

As he spoke, he couldn't help but get red eyes.

Her words were somewhat extreme.

But these days, seeing A Yuan wanting to track down the past, and the old man still doesn't plan to have a good talk with the child, the so-called patriarch of the so-called aristocratic family can't die anymore—half of her illness can be cured. It's good to be angry!

She just wanted to get well soon, take her son back to the capital to see the girl she liked, and calm down her mood.

Otherwise, she was afraid that the child would suffer from depression!

It was precisely because of this that she had been hoping that A Yuan would find someone he liked as soon as possible.

If he can have someone by his side and keep it in his heart, then at least he won't feel that he is alone when facing those things in the future.

The meaning of some companionship cannot be replaced by even family members—or why there is a folk saying: You can’t get close to your parents, and you can’t get close to your husband and wife.

What's more, their family members are the manipulators of this lie.

Looking at his wife wiping her tears with a handkerchief, Wu Jingming barely recovered from the shock after a long time.

What's wrong with my wife?

Why are you so excited?

And sharp words... Is this his always dignified and gentle wife?

But for some reason, he had an inexplicable feeling because of this: he always felt that his wife could finally be more real in front of him.

But after all, it was the first time, so he was more flustered at this time.

Madam, don't be angry, it's because I didn't speak well... A Yuan has a sweetheart, and I'm really happy for him...

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his eyebrows——

Fortunately, he has the foresight!

Wu Shizi bent over suddenly, took out a bamboo basket from under the table, and carefully placed it on the small table in front of him. He raised his hand to remove the thin blanket that was half covered on the bamboo basket, and said with a smile: Ma'am, look at this. who is it?

Mrs. Xu paused while wiping her tears, and looked down.

A sleepy white cat was lying in the bamboo basket. It stood up, yawned, and stretched itself. Its two front paws were stretched straight, and light pink was exposed between the fluffy toes.

It's her pepper!

Xu swept away the haze on her face, lifted the cat up, and rubbed the tip of her nose.

The soft and fluffy touch and the unique smell of the cat instantly soothed Xu's emotions.

After the increasingly humble Wu Shizi heaved a sigh of relief, he couldn't help showing a wry smile.

I don't know what to say at all. If I have to say it, I suddenly want to be a cat.

...

In a Zhuangzi of the Xu family outside the city, Xu Mingyi and Wu Chao had just finished eating.

The meals were prepared temporarily by the kitchen, so it was unavoidably simpler, but the winner was that the people who ate were in a good mood.

After dinner, the two left the dining room.

As he descended the stone steps, Xu Mingyi said, Wu Shisun must be tired after working hard all the way. Let's take a rest earlier.

Wu Chao hurriedly said, I don't feel tired at all.

This is not a lie, not only is he not tired at this time, he is also very energetic.

Yun Liu, who was guarding outside the hall, frowned.

I asked him to follow me, and I ate the meal together, and what did you want to do if you said you were not sleepy?

I once heard the general mention Wu Shisun. It is said that Shisun also practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his skills are very good, especially his swordsmanship is extremely exquisite - I wonder if I am lucky enough to be taught by Wu Shisun? Yun Liu raised his voice.

Since you're not tired, hit him until he's tired.

And in this way, they can still show the attitude of their Zhen Guogong's mansion - when the general finds out, he must appreciate his wit.

Hearing this, Wu Chao turned his head to look.

I can't talk about teaching you. He looked at the person in sight, and said honestly: It's just that your outfit today is really inconvenient. I'm afraid it will be difficult to use your fists and feet. You might as well wait until tomorrow when it's convenient.

Yun Liu's face darkened when he heard the words, and then he remembered that he was still wearing a skirt and ear clips.

As for why it has not been replaced?

Is it because you like it?

Is it because you have to wear it again tomorrow if you change it now? He couldn't stand this repeated stimulation...!

Seeing that Uncle Yun's face was changing, Xu Mingyi was at a loss for words on the spot, beckoned to Wu Chao quietly, and said in a low voice, Come with me—

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