After Xia Anlan finished speaking, she hung up the phone without caring about the reaction on the other side.
He knew Yan Qingsi well. She had a bad temper and was a bit stubborn, but she was never a girl who took the initiative to cause trouble.
If she took action, it must have been because the other party did something that made her angry, so she got angry. Therefore, when Xia Anlan heard that the Zeng family came to complain, she didn't care at all.
Mrs. Yue had been listening with her ears pricked up just now. When he hung up the phone, she immediately asked: "Is there some blind person who bullied my black hair?"
Xia Anlan smiled and touched her face: "Probably not. It sounds like Qingsi took care of the Zeng family's granddaughter."
"who?"
"Zeng Keren, do you know mom?"
"I know, of course I know, it's the girl who plays the protagonist in "Jiaofang Palace". No, I have to go to the set. If I'm not here, those little bitches think about bullying Qingsi all day long." Mrs. Yue said and lifted the lid. To open the quilt, you need to get out of bed.
Xia Anlan pulled her into his arms and said, "Where are you going in the middle of the night? Sleeping."
"Why don't you sleep? I'll pack my things."
Xia Anlan shook her head helplessly and said with a smile: "Qingsi, you shaved off Zeng Keren's hair and splashed paint all over him. Do you think I need you to come over?"
Mrs. Yue was stunned, and after a while, she said seriously: "That's it, my black hair is really good."
"She must have rested at such a late hour. You can call her and ask tomorrow."
Mrs. Yue thought about it and said, "Well... okay."
Xia Anlan patted her back: "Go to sleep."
Mrs. Yue yawned, feeling sleepy, and fell asleep soon.
After she fell asleep, Xia Anlan turned to her side and held her head with one hand, looking at her with a gentle smile on her face: "Today is the ninth day."
Today is the ninth day of their trial marriage, which has already exceeded the originally planned one week.
Mrs. Yue seems to have forgotten about the one-week appointment. She forgot, and Xia Anlan was naturally happy.
He wanted her to get used to him and his existence, like boiling a frog in warm water. It was a habit that was formed gradually and it was very difficult to break it.
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Yan Qingsi received a call from Mrs. Yue as soon as she woke up early in the morning.
"Qingsi, did Zeng Keren bully you yesterday?"
Yan Qingsi was surprised: "Mom, how did you know?"
"That's not true. The Zeng family filed a complaint with your uncle last night, saying that you bullied their granddaughter and demanded an apology from you. I heard it all."
Yan Qingsi smiled and said ambiguously: "Oh... I heard it."
Late at night, I heard my uncle talking on the phone. He was in bed.
Mrs. Yue didn't understand the meaning of Yan Qingsi's words and asked, "What's going on with that Zeng Keren?"
"It's nothing. Hey, your daughter-in-law is too popular and she is jealous of others. By the way, Mom, how has your waist been these past two days?" Yan Qingsi didn't think this was a big deal.
Mrs. Yue's face turned red at that time. She really had this waist problem...
"My waist is much better. Your uncle massages me every day... cough... cough cough... Well, I suddenly remembered something. I'll hang up first. If anyone bullies you, you must tell me, mom, go over there and scold him to death. .”
Yan Qingsi chuckled: "Mom, when it comes to making love, it's better not to use too much semen. You can't let uncle do whatever you want. After all... ah... your age is there."
"You... don't talk nonsense. Of course I... refused, but he... ahem, stop talking, I'm dead."