The big man's wife is beautiful and sassy

Lin Miaoyan blinked, and couldn't help laughing: "Gu Yu, you think highly of yourself, don't you pay back the conflict between the two companies?"

"It's not that I look down on you. Even if your title as Mrs. Lu is multi-layered, you won't have this kind of influence. It's the same as how important you are to yourself. It makes me laugh to death."

She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, waved her hand and looked at Ye Fan: "I really should let my dad see, he said all day long that I have no brains, he has never seen a more idiot, but I bumped into it."

"Forget it, stay with this idiot for a long time, maybe it will be affected."

She looked at the clerk beside her: "Two of you, please get this one out, she ruined my mood of buying clothes."

Gu Yu looked at her in disbelief, feeling extremely absurd: "Who do you think you are? So what if you are Miss Lin? They open the door for business, and I am also a customer. Where do you have the right to drive me away? It's ridiculous."

But soon, she stopped laughing.

The clerk at the side didn't hesitate much, so he took a step forward and said politely: "My guest, I'm really sorry, it may not be convenient for us to entertain you right now, why don't you go to another store?"

Lin Miaoyan sneered.

Gu Yu's eyes widened, his face flushed red and purple, his heart was full of embarrassment and anger to the extreme: "What do you mean?"

"My guest, please move."

Gu Yu bit her lip tightly, trembling with anger, she barely had a semblance of reason, knowing that if she made a big fuss, it would still be her who would be embarrassed in the end.

She took a deep breath, looked at Lin Miaoyan coldly, and left angrily.

Lin Miaoyan immediately said: "Send all these clothes to my home."

After she finished speaking, she picked up her bag and picked up Ye Fan, intending to leave with great interest.

Ye Fan was suspicious: "What are you going to do? Have you bought clothes?"

"What clothes to buy? I have something more meaningful than this. Hurry up and go back. I want to tell Yiyi the results of today's battle. She will be happy to hear that."

The corner of Ye Fan's mouth twitched, speechless.

……

Time passed day by day, and soon came the day of the New Year's Eve.

The Mu family is a big family with many branches at home and abroad. They only gather at the main house for a reunion dinner at this time of the Spring Festival every year.

The Mu family's New Year's Eve dinner is only eaten on the first day of junior high school.

But for most families, the New Year's Eve dinner is eaten on the [-]th day, which was the case in the Han family in the past, so Han Yiyi was very satisfied with the time being staggered with the Mu family.

The members of the Mu family didn't want to see her, and she was not very familiar with most of the members of the Mu family, even though she had been married to Mu Chenzhou for several years.

Logically speaking, Han Yiyi's mother is still there, and the parents of the two parties should meet each other, but Han Yiyi can imagine with his toes that if they really want to meet, what kind of face will the superior Mu family show? .

Thinking of this, Han Yiyi felt that there was absolutely no need to meet her. She managed to find her mother, but she didn't come here to be angry with those in Mu's family.

On the thirty day, the villa was quite lively.

Lin Miaoyan also came over.

Han Yiyi was a little surprised: "It's Chinese New Year today, why are you here?"

Lin Miaoyan sat on the sofa, casually took a candy from the fruit plate and stuffed it into his mouth: "Aren't you guys going to have a New Year's Eve dinner today? Count me in."

She was taken aback: "Are you kidding me? Where's your dad?"

"Don't worry, if my dad is at home, I won't be able to come out. He went to a few old friends' homes for the holidays, and he won't be back until two days later."

Han Yi suddenly realized that it was so.

"Okay, it's okay to eat, let's do some work first."

Han Yiyi bought a lot of necessities for the New Year in advance, such as window grilles, lanterns, balloons, lucky bags and so on.

Wuying Yaluo and the others assigned tasks to each of them, and even Mu Chenzhou was not spared.

Lin Miaoyan walked to the table with great interest, looked at the stack of couplets and blessing papers above: "I'll write it, and let you see what a calligrapher is."

Han Yiyi couldn't help laughing, and said pointedly: "Fortunately, I bought enough paper." Enough buzzing.

Lin Miaoyan couldn't help snorting, and didn't refute. Instead, she took a brush and dipped it in ink with a rare serious face, and wrote a pair in one breath.

Seeing that her posture was quite similar, Han Yi couldn't help but come over and take a look, a little surprised: "You wrote this? It's well written."

She really didn't know that Lin Miaoyan could write so well with a brush.

"That's, just kidding, Miss Ben was forced to practice for a long time." Lin Miaoyan said triumphantly.

Ye Fan on the side looked at her with admiration.

After all, those who can practice Mao's notes well are those with a calm mind. The words Lin Miaoyan and calm really don't match.

Han Yi nodded: "That's good, that's good. Keep playing. The gates of this villa, as well as the gates of the courtyard, should be pasted. At least twenty pairs should be written. I'll leave it to you."

what?
Lin Miaoyan was dumbfounded, she blinked, coughed lightly and slowly put down the brush: "Well, let other people write it, I can write a couple of them."

"Why? It's rare for you to have such a hand. Hurry up. After finishing writing, you have to arrange the venue. There are a lot of things to do."

Lin Miaoyan touched her nose, and said awkwardly: "Well, I will write about this pair."

Han Yi was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

She explained with embarrassment that it turned out that Lin Miaoyan did not write well in Mao's notes, but only this pair of couplets in Mao's notes.

When Lin Miaoyan was a child, her father took her to the homes of old friends every Chinese New Year to pay New Year's greetings. Those people either showed off how powerful their son was at a young age, or how talented their daughter was.

Lin Miaoyan is different. She was spoiled since she was a child, and she has nothing but temper. Her father was unwilling to reconcile, so he worked hard to teach calligraphy.

In order to be efficient, Lin's father only taught Lin Miaoyan to write a pair of couplets, practiced repeatedly, and soon achieved results.

Just a dozen or so words, the more times you write the better, Father Lin also has the capital to show off his daughter.

After Han Yiyi and Ye Fan finished listening, their expressions were indescribable.

Ye Fan hooked his lips and shook his head: "I knew it."

He said that the image of Lin Miaoyan's whole body did not match the calm image of holding a brush and writing big characters, and it was really tricky.

Han Yiyi sighed: "Okay, then go and help Wuying and the others arrange the venue."

Lin Miaoyan was stopped by Ye Fan when he was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, you have ink on your face, let me wipe it off for you."

She was startled, and immediately wiped it on her face: "Where is it?"

"Don't touch your hands."

Ye Fan looked at her: "Close your eyes."

Lin Miaoyan cooperated very well, and soon felt a wet tissue was wiping her face.

"All right."

She opened her eyes and patted Ye Fan's shoulder: "Okay, thanks."

Ye Fan held back a smile, counting silently in his heart.

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