Shin's painter

"It's urgent."

Sun Qizi gave an answer that was tantamount to no answer, and taught Sun Er to go crazy. "What's the rush?"

"Second brother, I'm sorry, I'll tell you later!"

Sun Qizi was so anxious that he threw away Sun Er and ran in again.

Sun Er tilted his body and fell to the side of the wooden pillar.He covered his face with his sleeves and sang emotionally: "Lang, why are you so cruel... so cruel that you left my concubine and left... ah!"

It happened that a little girl ran into her and sighed, "How long will Second Young Master pretend to be a woman?!".

Sometimes she can't tell who is the son and who is the girl in the Sun family.He is obviously a son, but he wears women's clothes; he is a girl, but he is also called a son.

What a mess!

The little girl shook her head, shook off a snowflake, and turned to leave.

Sun Qizi quickened his pace, and the main house was in front of him, but because he was too excited, he ignored why there was no maid waiting in front of the main house.

She ran and shouted: "Mother, mother! Ah-mother!"

Opened the door with one hand, and slammed into the house——

The warmth in the room rushed to his face, but Sun Qizi was stunned with fright.On that red sandalwood couch that she loves most, the male is open-chested, the female is bare-backed, with tangled postures and messy clothes...

This……

In broad daylight, Xuan... Xuan...

Snow was fluttering behind him, and the fire in front of him was warming up. The alternation of hot and cold made Sun Qizi dizzy and almost fainted.

Sun Xingpu pulled the silk quilt to cover his wife, annoyed: "Qiba, you don't know the etiquette of knocking on doors?"

The important moment was interrupted, and no one had a good face.

The question is, did she not knock? !

Sun Qizi wants to cry but has no tears, and dare not look around.

The question is whether the old couple can stop engaging in such blushing boudoir entertainment in broad daylight.

When she was young, she broke through once. She was so scared that she couldn't sleep for several days and nights. She was afraid that Auntie would be bullied and she would divorce Apa.

While crying, she vividly described the situation to her elder brother.

Sun Da opened another door for her. Since then, the other brothers have been vegan in front of her, allowing her to know many "interesting things in the room" at a young age.

Mrs. Sun coughed lightly, and told her daughter: "Qiba, turn around and close the door first, and then come in later." She put on her clothes as she spoke.

The daughter turned around obediently and closed the door.

Seeing this, Sun Xingpu asked angrily, "Ma'am, what are you doing?" He stood up straight, held his wife back and asked, "How should we deal with this?"

You must know that a man interrupts halfway, which is very hurtful!

Mrs. Sun slapped his hand away, straightened her clothes, and acted as if she had nothing to do with me. "Find a concubine to handle it for you!"

"Madam!!" If he dared to look for his concubine, Madam might dig a hole for him in the middle of the night and bury him on the spot.

"Who told you not to lock the door."

"Uh……"

Sun Xingpu cursed secretly: That damned door!

"They said they had lunch and took a short break. You're fine, no matter the time, in broad daylight..." Today, she was busy directing the cleaning. She was tired and sleepy and was going to rest on the couch, but as soon as her husband came in, Just like that...and was bumped into by my daughter.

"Ma'am, I haven't heard of Bao Nuansi/yín/desire!"

"Mrs. Ben has only heard that if you don't shut up, you will be murderous." Putting the words aside, Mrs. Sun passed him and raised her voice, "Qiba, come in!"

Sun Qizi responded outside, and Jiu Jiu pushed the door open and entered.Inside the house, the Sun couple's clothes were neat and tidy, but she still felt awkward, and she only wanted to stand in front of the door instead of leaning forward.

"Father, mother!"

Someone in the room answered. "Um!"

Some people should "cut!"

Mrs. Sun asked softly, "Qiwa, what's the matter with you?"

"I'll be 19 years old." Sun Qizi mustered up his courage to apply for a painter.

"Oh!"

Mrs. Sun remembered: Qiwa was born on the Rensheng Festival 19 years ago.After giving birth to her, she also ate a bowl of Qibao soup to replenish her strength.When the husband saw that it was a girl, he wept with joy.

Just because she insisted on having a daughter, she gave birth to six sons in a row.

The mother's expression was too dull, which made Seventh Son hesitate for a while.I just hope this is not shooting myself in the foot.

After all, mentioning "Fate Talk" in the Sun's family will definitely annoy the mother.

Sun's sons are all over the house, but none of them is willing to get married.It made her want to spoil her grandchildren at her age, but she could only live a shameless life with her husband.

No matter, for Master Shen, let's go!

"I... I... I'm destined to... I have not yet..."

Mrs. Sun ruthlessly knocked off her husband's big hand from behind, and asked kindly: "Oh! Don't worry, Qiba. The only daughter of the Zhang family in the north of the city has already let go and vowed to marry you into the Zhang family. You , what else is there to worry about! How about the daughter of the Li family across the street, she said she would not mind marrying into the Sun family, and be your Sun Qi's wife. Or the Su family—”

"mother!"

Sun Qizi embarrassingly stopped his mother from making fun of him.

Sun Xingpu interrupted suddenly: "Qiwa, Daddy doesn't mind at all if you marry a beautiful woman home. Daddy thinks the one from the Fan family is better. To be a relative of the royal family——"

Mrs. Sun reprimanded: "Shut up."

Sun Xingpu closed his mouth, looked aggrieved, and shrank aside.

Mrs. Sun snorted in satisfaction, raised her eyebrows, then looked at her daughter and waited for her to continue.

"My parents can't hurt my body, hair and skin. I look like a boy, my temperament is rough, and I don't attract others' eyes. I didn't get married until I was [-] years old, so I deeply reflected on myself. The child learned to do business with the fourth brother, but the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, No one knows about female reds and so on. So—"