Yu Wenhao glared at her, "I'm annoying now."
He is now concerned about gains and losses, and he is cautious, because every time he looks forward to a major event with the old Yuan, the major event will eventually become smaller, so irritable, who can understand him? He just hoped that one time he could go along with his heart, and let him happily marry his old man. Didn’t he say it all? One needs to have a sense of ritual in life. He cares about this sense of ritual. What's wrong
Yuan Qingling knew his worries and took his arm to comfort him: "Don't worry about anything else, this is just wishful thinking of the girl that week, and we shouldn't underestimate Jinghe's ability to bear it. Since she has decided to let go and raise those children properly, It is estimated that it will not collapse easily."
Yu Wenhao said: "Then you are still so angry?"
Yuan Qingling said: "I was angry because I thought that Wei Wang really brought a woman back to Beijing. In fact, even if he really wants to get married, we can't care about it. I just hope that he will not bring it back. At least, I will give Jinghe a few years. is not it?"
Yu Wenhao nodded, "Well, I am also distressed by Jinghe, but what I care most is that we should not have any more moths in our marriage. I beg God to worship Buddha."
Yuan Qing Ling fluttered and laughed, "In fact, it doesn't matter if it is simple, we have had a wedding in modern times."
Yuwen Haojun’s face is dissatisfied in capitals, “In principle, it’s not a wedding, just ask the family to have a meal. You said that I hope all people you care about will attend the wedding. Then this is our focus this year. Heavy."
Yu Wenhao is full of ambition, no one, nothing can stop him.
And he should be selfish for himself once.
Yuan Qingling knew what he wanted, so he went to Jinghe to talk about this matter when Wei Wang had never been in Beijing before, so that she would get a bottom line, so that he would not think about it when he suddenly knew about it.
When she came to Jinghe's home, Jinghe was making snacks for the children in the kitchen. Hearing Yuan Qingling's arrival, she confessed that the people below were still busy. She washed her hands and came out to greet Yuan Qingling.
The two of them were sitting in the main hall. She made Yuan Qingling tea with her own hands. She smiled and said, "This is the big tea that I had grown in the temple before. Although it is not comparable to the top-grade tea, it does not have a taste. The princess will try. ."
Yuan Qingling saw that her method of making tea was very elegant, but her hands were slightly rough, which shows that she is personally taking care of the children.
I picked up the tea and took a sip from the mouth. The aroma is not particularly strong, but the tea is full of flavour, and the mouth makes people feel like the body fluids quench their thirst.
"Is it delicious?" Jinghe asked.
"Not bad, any more? Turn around and give me some." Yuan Qingling asked with a smile.
"Yes, I'll ask someone to wrap you some back." Jinghe put down the teacup and looked at her, "You came here on purpose. Is there anything to tell me?"
Yuan Qing Ling thought about it and thought it was better to talk to Jinghe more straightforwardly, so he looked at her and said: "I heard that the third brother is also on his way back to Beijing, but Ms. Zhou, the daughter of the prefect of Jiangbei Prefecture, also followed him back to Beijing. This week, the girl is wishful thinking, the fifth one has inquired about it, and the third brother is completely meaningless."
Jinghe quietly listened to Yuan Qingling's words, and there was no change on his face, as always, but the fingertips holding the tea trembled slightly, "Oh!"
She just screamed and said nothing again, and couldn't see what she was thinking for a while.
Yuan Qingling looked at her and asked cautiously: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"
Jinghe’s eyelashes trembled quickly, and he looked at the tea in the cup and whispered: “It’s a lie to you that I don’t feel it at all, but I say it’s uncomfortable. I didn’t. Actually, I prepared for it. If I want to marry again, since I have chosen to live like this, I can't let myself think about it anymore."
She put down the tea cup, reached out to hold Yuan Qingling's hand, her eyes were moved, "But no matter what, thank you for coming over to tell me tonight, otherwise, when he returns to Beijing, I really bring a woman, I'm afraid I might It will be more unbearable, so don’t worry, there will be nothing wrong with me, and don’t worry about me anymore."
Yuan Qingling felt sorry for her, but it was comforting to hear her say this, "Okay, then it's not worth my visit."
Jinghe smiled, "Does this scare you? My focus is on the children now. The second sister-in-law actually came to me and said that it is a pity for the two of us, but the past is irreversible, and I can't go back. "
Yuan Qingling heard these words, but she moved in her heart, but she was drowned in her thoughts all his life, and said: "Well, yes, it is impossible, can you go back to the past?"
"That's impossible." Jinghe said.
Yuan Qingling looked at her quiet face, "What you hate most is that he knows that he will kill your child, and he didn't stop it, did he?"
"Yes." Jinghe turned her face, her eyes flushed, "Okay, let's not talk about it, I'll ask someone to pack you some tea!"
"Okay!" Seeing that it was late, Yuan Qingling stopped staying, and when she asked someone to pack the tea, he said goodbye.
Going all the way back, I feel restless.
Back in the mansion, Yu Wenhao asked, "How is she? How is she feeling?"
"She's okay, she can accept it. After all, Wang Wei is not really good with the girl of that week." Yuan Qingling smiled reluctantly, and said.
Yu Wenhao looked at her, "Isn't that good? Why do you look so worried?"
Yuan Qingling leaned against him and shook his head, "It's nothing, I just think... Why did Wang Wei be like this in the first place? The road was blocked and there was no room left."
Yu Wenhao couldn't help but feel melancholy, "Perhaps, they really have no destiny, right? They were forced to get it at the beginning, but what use is it now? Don't think about it, go to sleep."
Yuan Qing Ling uttered, but when the thought in her heart came out, she forcibly suppressed it, and she couldn't help but resurface.
Can't do it!
Because if you go back to the past and change one thing, there will be a butterfly effect, and many things now will change.
She went to take a bath, and when she came back, she saw Lao Wu playing on Luohan’s bed holding Xiao GuZi. Gua Gua was sleepy and yawning constantly, her small eyes were very hazy, but the old Wu was talking to her.
"When I came back this time, I basically brought everything I could bring, but I forgot to bring one thing, and that is the camera. Dad will take a lot of photos for you, but it doesn’t matter. When your grandma comes over, ask her to buy one and bring it with you. ."
Xiao Guazi's eyes closed slowly, and his father's voice was hypnotizing and nagging.
Yuan Qingling hung up the outer garment and said with a smile: "It's useless if you bring it here. You can only shoot for a few days, and you won't be able to do it if you run out of power."
Yu Wenhao raised his head, "I heard my elder brother say before that there is a small generator, can we buy one?"
"You still don't do these shocking things. If you really want to take some interesting moments of her, you can learn to paint. You paint her by yourself. Isn't it very loving?" Yuan Qingling walked over and picked up the little melon seeds. Pat the back lightly.
"Painting?" The old five is a little embarrassed. He knows how to call, calligraphy, and calligraphy. But being good at it is different from being proficient. "It's still not as good as a camera. Then ask Brother Brother to bring a few more power banks."
Yuan Qingling smiled and took the melon to the nanny. The little melon seeds had to be breast-fed at night, and the nanny had to take it with him.