Children are all debts, and whoever owes them will know.

Qian Ling'er has never dared to leave the house these days. As soon as she leaves the house, she can hear others pointing fingers, louder and louder voices, pointing to the mulberry and scolding the locust.

She was really wronged. She obviously didn't do those things, but those people were pressing on her. Why?

If they were in their own position, they might not be better than they did.

"Sister Bai, what should I do?" Qian Ling'er sobbed and was about to turn over.

She seemed to be able to see her ending already.

If she could choose her own origins, she wouldn't want to be a thing that was pointed at by others.

Yesterday, Wang's attitude made her deeply understand that she had been given up.

Qian Ling'er's true feelings at this time, and her already slim body looked particularly pity for me.

Qian Bowen, whose whole heart was about Mr. Sheyang, finally realized that Qian Ling'er was a woman, and she was an extremely weak woman.

Qian Bowen and Qian Yiyi are not much different in age. The two of them grew up almost as they quarrel. Qian Yiyi eats well, is favored and loves to eat, so she looks particularly healthy.

He has very little contact with a weak woman like Qian Ling'er.

Qian Bowen also vaguely knew that this was a woman raised in Yanzhou from his grandfather's generation. When they reached the right age, they would get to Shengjing and give it to him.

"Crying cannot solve the problem. If it really doesn't work, I'll go to my grandfather's side to say a few words to you."

Qian Bowen felt that he had invited Mr. Sheyang back, and said a few words in front of his grandfather, and let someone go, his grandfather should agree.

Qian Liangzheng doesn’t like this one, maybe he likes another one.

When Qian Ling'er was sent over, Qian Bowen felt that it was unsatisfactory.

It's too deliberate. Men with abilities all have a few pounds of backbone.

I should have a hero to save the beauty. Qian Liangzheng happened to be an official, so he would have to get the mansion if he didn't want to.

Warmth and warmth, over time, will the relationship come naturally?

Isn’t there anyone around the Lord?

I took it back in a private visit to Yanzhou.

He overheard about this matter about the Lord.

Qian Ling'er heard Qian Bowen's voice, like a little rabbit who was disturbed, raised her head slightly and looked at him at the best angle.

Qian Ling'er always knew that she had a pair of beautiful eyes, like a lively rabbit, and her eyes were still red when she cried.

At this time, her eyes were watery and hazy, and she was stubborn and did not let her tears fall.

Then he leaned over and thanked: "Thank you, the fourth son."

Bai Ruoshui looked at the interaction between the two and found that eating melons was very strong. Good guy, it was not what she thought.

However, it has nothing to do with me.

It’s just that the Qian family is rotten. If Qian Bowen gets busy, he shouldn’t have much time to bother Xiao Mochen.

Bai Ruoshui wanted to pat her head, why didn’t she remember it before? It was also because this was the Qian family, what did she do?

It's very easy to be found out, but now I don't care about my own affairs.

It can only be that spring has arrived and everything has begun to grow.

I can't stop it, I can't stop it, but fortunately it's not my own family!

Lu Lingxi has been counting money for the past half month. Once he sighed that Xiao Mochen's family is really rich.

After getting the final amount, Lu Lingxi's hands trembling while counting the money.

"A lean camel is bigger than a horse."

"Huh?" Xiao Mochen frowned. This girl had a strange metaphor, such as camels and horses.

Lu Lingxi covered her mouth, but she said nothing.

"The unpopular prince also has so much wealth?"

The smile on Xiao Mochen's face faded: "They are selling my mother's dowry."

The news he found was that since he was ten years old, Zhou Lan had been selling the shop in Zhao Mingyu's dowry.

"My uncle bought a lot before, but my uncle is not good at operating the property, and his assets are in good condition..." Xiao Mochen couldn't find the adjective, and his several uncles had poor management abilities.

Did Xiao Mochen always suspect that his grandfather was gnawing on tree bark in the north?

Grandfather Zhao:...

It's almost done. In fact, your uncle is not that hopeless. He can still make some money by slapping it out.

Uncle Zhao, who was far away in Shengjing, sneezes. Someone was thinking about him, but you didn’t have to think about it and you knew it was his father.

Uncle Zhao poured a bowl of ginger soup and ran to his younger son's yard happily.

"Third brother, Dad thinks you're going to get married."

"If you don't get married, my dad doesn't know if he can still hold his grandson, hey."

It was really the idea that the young daughter-in-law gave him recently, and the suggestions for revitalizing the shop were all very good.

If you hand over this, he and his wife were almost annoyed, and their hair fell apart. The wife's hair fell apart, and his hair was pulled off by the wife.

Zhao Laosan rubbed his eyebrows, and he had no time to lift his eyes from the account book.

"Dad, it's spring. You've collected all the money you asked for last time, and what about the high-yield seedlings cultivated by Uncle Zhong?"

"What do you think of the cuisine launched by Sun's Xiangmanlou?"

If you don’t think about it, our restaurant will be closed.

"And where did the money transferred by Manager Zhou go? My father was so bored that he went to urge the yamen."

"No matter how thin the mosquito legs are, they will be flesh."

Prince Zhao: "Okay, just pretend I haven't been here."

He said one word, and his son waited for him with ten words.

I feel so tired.
Chapter completed!