Fantasy Abyss Sticking to Ink Dye

"So that's how it is. I'm Yuan Yipei, the second young lady of the Yuan family. If you don't mind, come in and have a rest." I looked at her "polite" appearance and thought it was against her. Letting strangers into the house?Unless she's an idiot.But whether her brain was underdeveloped or she was squeezed out at birth, her reaction was exactly what I wanted. "Can I? Thank you."

The big family is really different. After entering the gate, a waiter will come to ask if there is any need, and Yuan... seems to be Yuan or something?I was sent by the second lady to report.Although I can be regarded as a rich person, I still dislike people who put money on their faces. Forget it, maybe the big family thinks more far-reaching, and it is not something superficial people like me can understand. In case they need it How about showing your economic strength in this way so that you can gain a firm foothold among the rich and nobles?I feel very disgusted with my behavior of judging the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

The waiter came back with a piece of good news. The head of the Yuan family, Mr. Yuan Bingde, took his two sons and one daughter to the ceremony, leaving only Yuan Fan's peers.The idea of ​​knowing the situation is useless, but who said that the words of young people are not better?

While I was sitting on the sofa and sipping tea, Yuan Yipei came down with another girl, and introduced to me that she was the eldest lady of the Yuan family, her sister Yuan Xiuying.

A boy appeared on the second floor. He was very handsome and had a very clean feeling. He bit his lower lip and looked down, with a careful look on his face, which was a kind of curious thought. The formality of wanting to find out but fearing being rude.

In fact, I have never understood this kind of education mechanism. I know that good education starts from an early age, but don’t you think it’s awkward for a child to sit dignifiedly when he should be alive and kicking?It would be fine if he was born with a calm personality, obviously he doesn't need to have a fixed pattern.

I waved at the boy and called him down, and waited for him to sit across from me before I said, "Hi, I'm Mo Xiaoqi, I'm coming to be a guest."

"My name is Yuan Zipei." The boy looked at me seriously, and he showed enough respect, but somehow I thought of the Miyoshi student who answered questions in class.I didn't want to pretend to be a gentleman, just nestled on the sofa to make myself more comfortable. What made me more concerned was that the boy didn't show any rejection of my uneducated behavior, and he just continued to look at it politely. with me.

I suddenly thought of my buddy Yan Zechen. Although they are not the same type of people, they are very similar in one thing, that is, they always wear masks.This mask has no false meaning, but it is not real either, it is not an ego.

"You don't look old." Yuan Zipei nodded and told me he was 16 years old.After hearing this, I raised an eyebrow with interest. I am 16 years old, only one year younger than Yuan Fan. I am also a news-reader. Although I don’t read a lot of gossip news, I know Yuan Jiming, the second son of Yuan’s family, is in love with his ex-wife. Married after death, no matter what, it is impossible for Yuan Fan to die when he was born.After all, he still has a certain impression of his mother.

"I know the Yuan family a little bit. There are two boys in your generation, right? What's the name of the other?" Of course I asked knowingly. At this time, except for the waiter and housekeeper, there were only these three people left.I just happened to be able to take a rough look at how bad this family's attitude towards Yuan Fan was.