Mrs. Yue almost vomited blood. After doing this for a long time, you just said this to me
"Sincerity? Sincerity? I..." Mrs. Yue no longer knew what words to use to express her current mood.
She really wanted to say, I want to kill you, is that considered sincerity
In the car, Yue Tingfeng lowered the window a little, and Yan Qingsi and she pressed against the window glass to listen to what was going on outside. Unfortunately, it was a bit far away and they couldn't hear clearly.
Yue Tingfeng hugged Yan Qingsi and asked, "Tell me, what did my mother say to your uncle?"
Yan Qingsi thought for a while: "Apologise."
Yue Tingfeng thought for a while and said: "But... I don't think it looks like it. It looks more like..."
The two looked at each other, Madan, it looked more like a quarrel!
The two of them immediately opened the door and wanted to go down, but soon Yue Tingfeng hugged Yan Qingsi again: "No... we can't go down, we can't go down."
Yan Qingsi asked: "Why? What if they have a serious quarrel?"
Yan Qingsi hugged Yan Qingsi and asked, "Do you think your uncle, with his old fox temper, would quarrel with my mother?"
Yan Qingsi thought about it and shook her head: "It seems... no."
During these days together, Yan Qingsi saw several different sides of Xia Anlan, but most of the time he treated people with warmth and coldness, but... there was something different with Mrs. Yue. Such a generous person actually cares about such trivial matters. It was strange for Yan Qingsi.
Yue Tingfeng looked outside and said: "So, it's probably because my mother can't stand your uncle's verbal provocation. My mother is making trouble unilaterally. However, the conflict between them must be resolved by themselves. If it is not resolved for a long time, , then our wedding date has been decided?"
What Yue Tingfeng misses most is the days before Yan Qingsi came to Xia's house, when she could often climb into bed and be blessed by the empress. But now it's better, let alone being blessed, it's hard to kiss her all day long!
When he thought of this, Yue Tingfeng quickly lowered his head and took a few sips.
Yan Qingsi pushed him: "So, what do you mean?"
Yue Tingfeng hugged her tightly: "Let them go, maybe my mother, despite all the fuss, can still bring out the little friendship between the two of us who were childhood sweethearts many years ago, and your uncle will agree to it?"
Yan Qingsi was a little worried: "But... is this good?"
"Don't worry, it's okay! Look, there wasn't a fight, right?"
"I'll go. If there's a real fight, Yu Chi and those bodyguards will regard my aunt-in-law as a dangerous person to assassinate."
Yue Tingfeng patted her: "Don't worry, it won't happen. Even if my mother doesn't have any brains, she wouldn't dare. When she saw your uncle, she got cold feet."
Yan Qingsi looked outside worriedly.
Auntie, you're asking for it, it's not that I won't help you, it's that your son is such a bastard!
Mrs. Yue's clothes were a little thin, and the autumn night in Chengdu was very hot day and night. She was shivering, but she couldn't tell whether it was from cold or anger.
Mrs. Yue gritted her teeth and said: "Okay, sincerity, tell me, how can I make you feel my sincerity?"
Xia Anlan said lightly: "This question seems to be the one I should ask you!"
"I… "
"Okay, I can express my sincerity slowly, but it has nothing to do with the wedding date between Qingsi and the others, right? It's about the happiness of the two children, can you be more generous?"
Xia Anlan said seriously: "Officially because of Qingsi's happiness, I have to be more cautious. Her future mother-in-law will not even apologize sincerely. How can I be sure that she will really be good to Qingsi in the future?"