I quietly became a big boss in the novice village

"I think those rumors have caused you a lot of trouble recently. I will apologize to you for my son who is not up to date!"

Song Qian stood up slowly, and was about to bow down to Yang Yulan to make amends.

"Mrs. Song, I can't help it. In fact, those rumors are nothing to me as a widow,"

Yang Yulan was terrified in her heart, and hurriedly supported Song Qian.

Her words did not deceive Song Qian.

In the few years when she first became a widow, it was not like she had never heard of any nasty and vicious gossip.

Besides, the gossip in the village was not malicious.

Most of them said, when will you marry Song Xiaochun, we will wait for your wedding banquet!

Although these words, in Yang Yulan's view, are just ridicules.

But there was no sneer or disdain on everyone's face, but more like congratulations.

Change to another village.

Once it comes out that the widow is having an affair with a certain man.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, at least they will be condemned and humiliated by the village, and at worst they will be sunk in a pond or a pig cage.

"Yulan, even though you said that, as a woman, how could I not know how important festivals are to women?" Song Qian shook her head and said from the bottom of her heart.

"Mrs. Xie's thoughts, but gossips are nothing to Yulan! Moreover, those gossips in the village didn't bother Yulan at all."

Yang Yulan's heart couldn't help being touched, her eyes were slightly red.

Obviously these rumors are even more detrimental to the Song family's reputation, but the Song family was not angry, and instead apologized to her tolerantly.

"It's fine if you don't, it's fine if you don't!"

Song Qian's face relaxed, and he stroked the back of Yang Yulan's hand with his hand, with a very concerned expression, "You are a good boy, it has been hard for you to take care of the child by yourself all these years!!"

"Thank you Madam for your concern, Yulan is not hard!"

Yang Yulan shook her head, suddenly thought of something, and said worriedly:

"It's just Mrs. Song, I'm worried that this matter will affect Mr. Song's marriage?"

"You don't have to worry. My worthless son is very old. Even if there is no such thing, no one would like him?"

Speaking of Song Xiaochun, Song Qian's face was full of hatred for him.

"Mrs. Song is serious. Mr. Song is such a nice person, sooner or later he will meet his lover!" Yang Yulan couldn't help but speak for Song Xiaochun.

"Then let me borrow your blessing. If my Xiaochun can marry a girl as good as you, I will be satisfied!" Song Qian couldn't help sighing.

Yang Yulan didn't expect Song Qian to say that suddenly, a tall figure appeared in her mind, and her face turned red.

However, she still has self-knowledge.

Even if Mr. Song is old, it's not that she, a little widow, is worthy of him.

"Mrs. Song will definitely make her wishes come true!!"

Yang Yulan smiled, she didn't really think that the girl Song Qian was talking about was really referring to her.

"Well, I think so too!"

Song Qian smiled more and more kindly, and then asked Yang Yulan if she was used to it in the village and if she was bullied, as if the elders cared about the younger generation.

And Yang Yulan lowered her eyes and answered one by one.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Song Qian realized that it was getting late.

"I didn't expect it to be so late, I am old, and there is no one at home to talk, so I can't stop talking."

Song Qian's face suddenly showed a touch of loneliness, and then he looked at Yang Yulan kindly and said, "My old lady has delayed you a lot of time!"

"No no!"

Yang Yulan shook her head hurriedly.

Since she came to the village, she has no contact with her natal family.

And the conversation with Song Qian's just now gave her the feeling of her mother's family.

But seeing Song Qian's feeling of loneliness before.

She couldn't bear it in her heart, and squeezed out a slight smile, "Mrs. Song, if you don't dislike my small place, I welcome my wife to come over anytime as a guest!"

"Then it's settled!"

Song Qian suddenly showed a childlike and innocent smile.

Yang Yulan couldn't help laughing too.

Seeing Mrs. Song's smile, it's no wonder that the old saying goes that the older people live, the more they look like children.

At this moment, the eyes of the white cat in Song Qian's arms flickered.

Looking at Yang Yulan's smiling face, she sneered disdainfully in her heart.

This widow really has a set.

Always able to put on a cute and pitiful appearance.

And those teary eyes that don't seem to want money, she shed as she wanted.

If she didn't know that Song Qian's opinion of this widow is very high, she would have scratched this fake pure and noble face with her claws.

……

Afterwards, Yang Yulan and her daughter sent Song Qian and the two servants out of the door, and there was a carriage outside the door.

"It's a little cold at night, you should go back to your house!" Mrs. Song Qian waved her hand.

"Okay, Mrs. Song, go slowly!" Yang Yulan smiled politely.

"Grandma Song, go slowly!" Fan Xiaolian also said crisply.

"Ok!"

After Song Qian touched Fan Xiaolian's little head kindly, he hugged the white cat and got into the carriage.

The carriage moved forward slowly.

inside the carriage.

"Madam likes Miss Yang very much?"

The fat servant beside Song Qian said with a smile.

She served Song Qian's family since she was a child, so she naturally knew that Song Qian's attitude towards Yang Yulan was surprisingly good.

"See it?" Song Qian smiled lightly.

"How could this old slave not be able to see, but even though Madam likes Miss Yang, she is too kind to her?" The fat servant woman was a little puzzled.

"I can't help it. How can I, a mother, not know what kind of person my son is. With that elm head, when he takes the initiative to chase a wife back, the day lily will be cold!"

Song Qian sighed lightly.

"Madam is worrying too much, the young master is not the kind of person who doesn't understand the world!" The fat servant explained.

"You don't feel guilty for saying that!"

Song Qian rolled her eyes at the fat servant woman.

"Ma'am, don't worry too much about the young master, I think Miss Yang has a decent conversation and looks is not bad."

The fat servant woman couldn't help but smiled awkwardly, and quickly changed the subject.

"Well, indeed!"

Song Qian nodded in agreement, and gently stroked the white cat in his arms.

At this moment, the white cat raised its head and looked at Mrs. Song Qian, "Young master and his mother, you won't know that widow is just a rouge fan after you see my face!"

……

The next morning.

Fan Xiaolian told Xiaoman about Song Qian's visit to the house yesterday, and Xiaoman immediately smiled and narrowed her eyes.

"Little Lian, this is a good thing!"

"Good thing?" Fan Xiaolian was puzzled with a small face.

"Yeah, maybe in a few days, your surname will be Song!" Xiaoman put his arm on Fan Xiaolian's shoulder and said with a smile.

"Miss Xiaoman, what do you mean..."

Thinking of the recent rumors, Fan Xiaolian said with a small face in disbelief.

"Bingou, it's just what you think!" Xiaoman snapped his fingers.

Fan Xiaolian hung her head and fell silent.

"What's the matter? You should be happy that your mother can find her home. Don't you want to see your mother die alone?" Xiaoman comforted.

"Well, Miss Xiaoman, I understand what you mean!" Fan Xiaolian nodded her head, with a look of determination in her eyes.

"This is my little follower!"

Xiaoman patted Fan Xiaolian's shoulder, but the corners of his mouth raised slightly imperceptibly.