When Jiang Jueli saw Chen who came back early, he thought she had figured it out on the road and turned back, and a gratified smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Because it was still early at this time, it was two hours before the agreed meal time.

So he took the initiative to walk up, hugged her in his arms, stroked his back gently, comforted her and said, "You are still my obedient little loli, just come back."

Smelling the warm breath of my husband, Chen Shi didn't want to tell the conspiracy of his mother's family, but just closed his eyes and took a deep breath and said, "Husband, you are right. Our happy life is hard-won, I want to cherish it."

"So good!" Jiang Jueli stroked Shen Shi's hair, greedily kissed her smooth forehead, and said with infinite emotion.

"..." Chen Shi didn't say anything, and she was still shocked. She was about to send her husband away to work and think about it carefully.

Chen Shiqiang pretended to be strong, smiled and held his son's hand to take him to his husband's bus. He watched his husband and son say goodbye to her happily, and drove away.

As soon as the car left, the sunken spine softened and leaned weakly on a tree in front of the door.

"Madam, it's cold outside, you'd better go into the house. Oh, what's wrong with you? Why are you so much blood?" Aunt Lin originally wanted to help Shen Shi back to the house, but saw a large piece of blood on the tree.

"It's okay, it's dry blood, not yours," Aunt Lin's heart fell into her stomach. "But whose blood was brought to it? It's not your sister's. The last time I saw her raising her fist to hit the tree, I didn't understand..."

Shen Shi opened his surprised mouth and looked at the dry blood on the tree, so surprised that he couldn't speak.

Then how much you hate yourself, you can only get rid of your hands.

It’s a pity that I thought family affection had returned. How much she hoped to be like others, between sisters, between siblings, between father and daughter, and live happily without any calculations!

Her heart has been sinking, sinking, looking up, the blue sky and white clouds, and spring is a great day for March.

But my heart is as cold as an ice cellar.

Boil beans and burn the pods, and the beans cry in the axe; they were originally born with the same root, so why not fry them too quickly?

She remembered Cao Zhi's seven-step poem.

How similar is Cao Zhi's current state of mind? Cao Pi did not kill Cao Zhi in the end because of these seven-step poems.

She suddenly raised her legs and ran home, found the paper and pen, wrote the poem in a cowhide envelope, sealed it, wrote down the address of her parents' home on the cover, and handed it over to Aunt Lin who was looking at her.

"Aunt Lin, I suddenly felt unwell. My husband and Doudou were not at home. I sent someone to send this letter to my parents' house as soon as possible and told them that I would be able to attend the banquet."

"Okay, madam, I'll go now, you can rest quickly."

Besides, the family here is mobilizing to organize a banquet, Chen Ruochu commands Ruosta, like a female general on the battlefield.

Chen Linguo walked behind his hands to Chen Ruochu and explained softly: "Don't be too extravagant, isn't it just a meal!"

Chen Ruochu raised his head and said, "That's different. Look at the day when the nanny was at Jiang Jueli's house, he just ate it and it was a meal. We must be better than theirs and be better than him in terms of momentum."

Chen Linguo pondered: "What you said is not bad, but I just feel it's too wasteful. The key is that I don't know if they can come, how many people will come,"

As he was speaking, the housekeeper brought in a middle-aged man. Chen Ruochu and Shen Linguo didn't know each other at first sight. He was glaring at the scene. The man stepped forward and asked, "Is this a house in Chen? Is the owner called Chen Linguo?"

Chen Linguo nodded and said, "I am, you are--"

"Well, that's right. I'm a taxi driver. Someone asked me to give you a letter. The letter is here," he said, and submitted a cowhide letter.

"Who is it? A man or a woman?" Chen Linguo said as he took the envelope and was about to open it.

"No!" Chen Ruochu stopped her and asked the taxi driver, "You said it was a woman, an old woman, where is it?" Then he turned to his father, "We must be cautious. There are too many liars now, maybe there is a timed bomb in it!"

Seeing the driver laughing out loud, he glared at him and said, "You can leave now." The driver said, "Okay, goodbye."

After hearing the driver left, Chen Ruochu took the envelope and looked at it for a long time and asked Chen Linguo: "Dad, didn't we show off our strength at Jiang Jueli's house that day?"

"It shouldn't be, although we feel uncomfortable in our suffocation," Chen Linguo didn't know why, "What are you asking about this?"

"If I'm not mistaken, this letter should have been written by the little bitch, and she told us that we can't come."

"Without, the address the driver mentioned is near their house. Why don't they come?" Chen Linguo was puzzled. "Looking at what he looked like that day, I should have forgiven us for being an hour. She was very happy when she called last night and said she would try every means to bring Jiang Jueli and Doudou."

"I didn't expect Jiang Jueli to come, as long as Chen Shi could come." Chen Feng stood here at some point and took over the conversation.

"What? Then your sister has prepared so many dishes. Isn't this a waste? My family is almost ruined by you." Chen Linguo felt sorry for so many preparations.

"Dad, just your wealth, to be honest, I really didn't like it. What I want most is Chenlou Technology, which is my favorite." Chenfeng was still thinking about it.

"But, I'm afraid your favorite can't be loved anymore. If I'm not wrong, the little bitch just won't come, otherwise it wouldn't be an envelope." Chen Ruochu threw the cowhide envelope to Chen Feng weakly.

Chen Feng grabbed the letter, tore it apart, and said, "Is that right? You can tell if you open it and read it? Maybe it wasn't written by me at all!"

"Huh! What is this? It's a poem."

Chen Linguo hurried to see, Chen Ruochu sat aside, drooping his head, looking at him clearly.

"Boil beans and burn the pods, and the beans cry in the axe; they were originally born with the same root, so why not fry them too quickly?"

Chen Linguo read it out, not knowing why. He took the envelope and read it over and over again, and there was nothing else except this poem.

Chen Feng said: "I know this poem. This is written by Cao Zhi to Cao Pi. There is no famous bitch on it? We don't know her handwriting, sister, do you know?"

Chen Ruochu didn't even look at it, and said weakly: "The dead bitch must have known something? Strange, did someone tell her what we said just now? Did she bribe the servants in our family?"

"No way? At that time, we were the three of us, and we were unanimous to the outside world. It wasn't you, dad? Only then did you put forward a little objection and kill the little bitch against the opposition."

"How could it be me? Although I object, I am still rational." Chen Linguo quickly spoke up to object.

Chen Ruochu's eyes gloomyly glanced at the father and son, and felt different, and suddenly said, "Let's do you think so, who will call the little bitch? Maybe this letter wasn't written by her, maybe she's on the way."

Chen Linguo took out his cell phone and called without hesitation. After a long time of "Dingling" and no one answered.

Chen Feng and Shen Ruochu both called and they were both the same.

Shen Shi lay on the bed and looked at the three missed calls, saying, "I guess I received the letter, don't give up, hum!" He turned to read the book and ignored them again.

Chen Ruochu was wise in a hurry and called the hall. Aunt Lin was cleaning the house and came to pick her up: "Hey, who?"

"Uh, Aunt Lin, I am Chen Ruochu, Chen Shi's sister? Is Chen Shi at home?"

"Is it Miss Shen? Well, Hello Miss Shen, Madam is feeling uncomfortable. She just went to bed. You wait a moment, I'll call her."

"No need for Aunt Lin, I just want to ask, isn't she going to come back for dinner? We are all ready and we are just in need of the east wind."

"Uh uh uh, I forgot to say it first. Madam feels uncomfortable, so I wrote a letter. I asked a familiar taxi driver to send it to your house. What? Haven't you received it yet?"

"That's right. We haven't received it yet. I guess we're coming soon. So, what's wrong with Chen Shi's illness? Is it quite serious?" Chen Ruochu was still chasing him.

"It doesn't look too serious. My wife got up in the morning and went out. When she came back, she probably got cold and felt a little weak. You know, my wife's health is not very good at all and she suffers too much..."

"Look, it's long-winded and annoying." Chen Ruochu only had a lip shape and didn't dare to pronounce it, but she pressed the speakerphone, and everyone could hear it clearly.

"Uh uh uh, then that's what I'll die. It's a pity. Then I'll take time to see my sister. You let her rest well, goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Ruochu turned around and faced his father and brother, and said clearly: "Look at what I said, right? I guess this bitch has heard some news, otherwise he wouldn't have done this."

"It seems so! Who will it be!"

While asking, the neighbor's aunt came to borrow something and said, "Do you have guests today? Look at this attitude, the guests are still very expensive. Could it be that they are the son-in-law who rides the dragon? No wonder your second girl came here early in the morning..."

"What? Auntie, what did you say just now?" Chen Ruochu hurried over and took the neighbor's hand and asked.

"Your sister was a child. I saw your sister who was in a taxi early in the morning. We even spoke when she got off the bus. I saw her in the morning exercise. Why, isn't she at home?"

"Hey, now, I'm cleaning up in the house. Auntie, please go slowly."

Chen Ruochu and the other father and son suddenly realized that all this made sense.
Chapter completed!