My father will no longer stay at home once he returns to Beijing.

Chen Zhuo had some resentment.

Because Luo's control over her was too strict.

Go to the Qingjiang Marquis Mansion?

"Don't go! You and Sister Lie are simply incompatible! When did you two get together and nothing happened?"

Go to Ouyang's house?

"Don't go. The Ouyang family finally suppressed the chaos at the wedding. Mei Jie'er's mother was taking her around to see her. What are you going to do? Remind them that big scene you made?"

Go to...Xishi Shop to take a look?

"Don't go. Girls' houses are all fourteen! You can stay at home for a year with me! Have you heard?"

Otherwise, go to the village...

"Don't go. Do you think I don't know what Uncle Jian is doing in the village? Now your third aunt is so scared that she just buys people in the mansion! It's not your father who pleads for you, but I won't discount your legs!"

Chen Zhuo had to stay in Zhuoshiju every day and read and write.

Mrs. Meng saw that she was about to be bored and exploded. She thought about it and tested her: "Cai Ji's roasted goods are not very delicious recently. I heard that Boss Biao is a little busy. Are you in the mood to do him a favor?"

"No." Chen Zhuo vetoed it.

Mrs. Meng thought about it again and asked again: "Why would I tell the old lady and invite someone back from the Shangyi Bureau of the Palace to teach you Nu Hong?"

Chen Zhuo sighed: "Madam, I will never mind that my husband's underwear will be cut and stitched by others in the future. The thing that I will never be able to take in my life is needles."

Mrs. Meng sighed with her: "Then you will have some fights with your mother-in-law in the future."

Not to mention others, even Chen Zhuo's biological mother, Mrs. Luo, aunt, Mrs. Qingjiang, and even the concubines and concubines in the palace, don't they hope that their husbands will only wear their own clothes? Why did they resist this matter when Chen Zhuo's place?

Chen Zhuo snorted: "Use a knife as a pen, and use words as a needle. I would rather learn martial arts, kill people and set fire than learn from Mihong in this life."

Qing Ming couldn't stand it the more he heard it. He couldn't help it and laughed sneered.

Mrs. Meng looked at her strangely.

Qingming glanced at Chen Zhuo and revealed her true feelings in a delicate voice: "Miss Second Miss has never been a girl since she was a child, so she can stab her hand with a needle..."

Mrs. Meng raised her eyebrows and looked at Chen Zhuo, her face was red, and she smiled, lowered her head to read a book by herself.

Finally, Chen Xinyan returned home, and Chen Zhuofei went to his father to reason with him.

Seeing her little daughter complaining to her cryingly, Chen Xinyan felt that her fatigue was not so obvious. She smiled gently and asked someone to invite Mr. Luo to come in person, and told her in person: "Our family is not an ordinary girl. If you circle her like this, what if you can't get a fantasy idea that we can't handle, will you be able to clean up the stall then?"

Luo's stagnation.

Why did she forget?

Chen Zhuo was quiet at home for a while. Before he and Mrs. Wei were happy for a few days, a mess of division of sects and families broke up.

"But she will still get into trouble when she goes out!" Luo Shi felt that she was about to be exhausted, and she couldn't help but poke Shen Zhuo's forehead hatefully, "I should get engaged to you immediately and pack your disaster and send it out!"

Luo's mouth is so sturdy, so he is not afraid of being so cold! She openly wrinkled her nose at her mother and made a face: "You can't bear to leave!"

Chen Xinyan smiled gently: "Don't Weiwei have good sisters? Please come to your house to play."

Luo's eyes lit up: I won't let her go out and cause trouble, and I can help my daughter relieve her boredom! That's it.

Seeing his mother leaving happily, Chen Zhuo cried to his father with grievance: "Dad, I want to go out!"

"Look at the shop?" Chen Xinyan knew his daughter's thoughts very well.

Chen Zhuo sighed: "We celebrate the New Year first, and then we left for two months just after returning to Wuxing, and it has been more than half a month since we returned to Beijing. Where can the owner not go to see the shop for three consecutive months? What things are sold and how to sell? This can't be exactly the same all year round, right? How can I know the specific situation if I don't go? Why can't these principles be explained to my mother?"

Chen Xinyan laughed and asked her first what was important: "I came back just now, and Mr. Wei's letter was delivered to the door, so I took it. Are you and Yin Dou, Wu Xing, working together to open the residence?"

As he said that, he handed over the letter.

Is there any right to be a father? Can a daughter’s letter be privately removed?

Chen Zhuo widened his eyes and looked at Chen Xinyan's as if nothing had happened. He was so angry that he didn't know what to say.

Forget it, I still expect my father to plead for him. I won’t bother with him anymore. The path to accepting letters in the future is to not follow the home.

After receiving the letter, Chen Zhuo took it apart, read it at a glance, he breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded with a smile: "Yes! Fatty Yin is in the rice and grain business, and the canal is his must-pass route. So he himself opened several residences from north to south. After the standardization of the residences in the capital, my residences in the capital were very popular, so he simply taught him how to do it. Everyone should make money together!"

"What's going on with this 'responsible for custodying money in the residence cabinet'?" Chen Xinyan thought he could no longer let his daughter get away with it.

Chen Zhuo tilted his head and looked at him for a while, smiled, and stood up: "Dad, wait for me, I'll get something for you to show you. It was made by Mr. Wei."

Chen Xinyan looked at his baby daughter who said that the wind was rain, and smiled helplessly, so he simply washed and changed his clothes first.

After a while, Chen Zhuo indeed brought in a booklet, but the cover was pressed down on his hand: "Don't ask me, I don't know. Didn't Mr. Wei say that the matter is done and he will be back soon? You can talk to him then!"

After saying that, he jumped and fled.

Chen Xinyan flipped through the booklet, with four words on the cover: National Bank.

What's this?

...

...

Before Chen Zhuo entered Ruruyuan, he was intercepted by the panicked Qingming: "Miss, go and have a look, Mrs. Meng is crying!"

Mrs. Meng, are you crying?!

Chen Zhuo was shocked: "What's going on? What's going on?"

Qingming dragged her to Zhushiju: "As soon as you left, Changqin came back from the West City. The lady heard her talk for a while and became distraught. As I pulled Changqin to ask, I heard the lady crying in the room."

Is there any big news in the palace?

Why didn't Dad tell himself?

While Chen Zhuo thought, he ran into Zhushiju.

In the study, Mrs. Meng was wearing a mysterious suit, scattered, sitting blankly under the window, looking at the south side. She was silent, but tears kept falling.

Walked over gently, Shen Zhuo sat down beside her, tentatively, and put his hand on her shoulder: "Madam..."

Mrs. Meng turned her head a little dull, and saw Chen Zhuo, but muttered to someone else's name: "Linbo..."

Chen Zhuo was shocked, but he could only comfort Mrs. Meng with a gentle expression on his face: "Madam, it's me, Chen Zhuo."

Mrs. Meng suddenly came back to her senses.

Suddenly, tears fell quickly and quickly. He raised his hand to cover his mouth and started crying.
Chapter completed!