I heard that the big boss is crazy

Chapter 291 The Prime Minister Arrives (34)

Now that I don't have a daughter under my knees, it would be a good thing if I came here.

After calculating the gains and losses, Qiu Lin hurriedly responded: "Master, don't worry, the concubine will treat her as if she was her own, so I can take care of her."

After finishing speaking, he gave Dongfang a provocative look.

The master really despises this old woman, so what if she takes up the position of his first wife?
It's not half divided by her!
Now here is this one again, from now on, who is the head of the backyard?

Dongfang was so angry that he gritted his silver teeth, if he had a son, he wouldn't look at the cheap hooves so arrogantly!
And that Lianxue, who died and left a daughter to protect her, is a shameless thing!
Dongfang Shi twisted the handkerchief fiercely.

Qiu Lin was secretly complacent, turned to look at the girl, and raised a motherly smile: "Shaoshao, I will live with my aunt in the West Wing from now on, and tell my aunt if there is anything missing."

Gao Wenbo was very satisfied with his reaction, he didn't care what the other party had in mind, as long as he took good care of him.

The girl was a little timid, her cheeks were flushed, she carefully looked at the person in front of her, and nodded for a while.

"Shaoshao, you will live in the West Wing with Aunt Qiu from now on. If living here is not comfortable, Daddy will change the yard for you."

When Qiu Lin heard this, how could this be possible?
He hastened to promise: "Please don't worry, master, Shao Shao will be my daughter in the future, and she will not be bullied."

Mrs. Gao didn't have much reaction from the beginning to the end. Even if she became a daughter-in-law, she was still a girl. If she got married in the future, if she made good use of it, she could bring a lot of benefits to the Gao family.

There is harmony here, but Dongfang is very angry, his face is as ugly as a pig's liver.

Secondly, there are some concubines and concubines who look at the girl with jealousy.

Qiu Lin nodded in satisfaction, took the girl's hands, and said with a smile: "Shaoshao, I will go to the west wing with my aunt later, this will be your home from now on, just stay here with peace of mind."

The girl felt a little uncomfortable, and hummed shyly.

Then Qiu Lin introduced everyone present to the other party, especially when it came to the Dongfang family, her eyes were smug.

The girl arrived for the first time, so she didn't notice, she called them one by one, and it was over.

Not long after, everyone went back to the courtyard to rest.

It's night, the moon makes a light veil, bright and bright, and the moonlight sprinkles softly on the earth, as if weaving a hazy dream for the world.

In the dream, some people are full of ambition, some are melancholy and sad, some are smiling, some are hysterical, acting out all kinds of human states, indifferent and cold, ugly and straight...

It is a dream that always wakes up. When the sunshine that symbolizes hope shows its head, covering the ground with a layer of gold, illuminating thousands of households, whether it is reluctance or greed, you have to leave the dream under the moonlight and welcome a new day. .

The peonies that never leave the courtyard are in full bloom again, fiery red.

It's really called Jian Ke Tong Yunpian, opened with Chixia wrapped, smoked glass leaves, Fengya coral flowers.

In a good mood, Jun Qing ordered someone to dig up half of it and send it to the palace.

Yesterday she looked around the palace, most of the pomegranates were in full bloom, but she always felt that the peony was even better.

The bright red color always reminds her of the tear mole in the corner of the little guy's eye.

However, no matter how beautiful Shaoyao is, it can't compare to the corner of the other party's eyes.

If there is any flower in this world that can be compared with it, there is only the Endless Bana Flower beside the Naihe Bridge, which is coquettish and cool, with stunning natural beauty, symbolizing death and the perdition of life after life.

Jun Qing looked away, straightened her clothes, and walked towards the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The resolute thin lips evoked a pleasant arc, and we will meet again.

(End of this chapter)