My husband is a white lotus

Wen Heng was about to bite the bullet and go out to greet him, but Bai He pressed his hand from below, and said seriously, "I'll come."

Wen Heng looked at him in surprise, didn't he just take something?It's just a little effort, why Bai He is so solemn?

He lowered his head quietly and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Xianjun chuckled, "You will know later."

It's a rare opportunity to show off his boyfriend power in front of the little scholar, so of course he won't miss it.

Wen Heng had no choice but to turn sideways, pretending to be calculating accounts.

Here, Bai He has already inquired with the clerk in the store, and he knows that this child is the youngest son of Zhang Yuan's family in the town. He is nicknamed Hutou. The elders are pampered and loved in every way.

No wonder he is so arrogant.

Seeing the unruly look on that kid's face, Bai He frowned.It would be fine for him to be mischievous in his own house, but to bully Wen Heng, this is either tolerable or unbearable.

The woman who followed Zhang Hutou was his wet nurse, the young master was favored, and the servants were also honored, the wet nurse also had an arrogant face.

Bai He didn't explode immediately, but led the way with a smile, "There are quite a few bluestone inkstones in our shop. Auntie, which one do you think is good? Why don't you come and pick it yourself, so as not to say that our shop is a big cheater and deceived you?" money to go."

Although being called an aunt is a bit old, it is reasonable to be unhappy, but Bai He was born so young and handsome, the woman didn't care about it, and instead smiled, "I don't really understand this..."

Then he took the child's hand, "You also come to pick and choose what you want to make yourself!"

Bai He lifted the curtain respectfully.

When we got to the inner room, there was a dazzling array of things, and it was another scene.Framed calligraphy and paintings are hung on the wall in a dense and dense manner, and treasures of various colors are placed on the antique shelves.However, the servants of this kind of rich family usually see many good things, so they don't think it is so rare.

The woman was illiterate, and she was afraid that her ignorant appearance would be looked down upon by others, so she walked around pretendingly, as if she was very proficient.

Zhang Hutou couldn't sit still, and if he didn't pay attention, he broke free from the woman's wrist, and ran around the back hall curiously, but the woman didn't see him coming after calling a few times.

Just as he was about to go there to catch people himself, he heard a bang, but it was Zhang Hu who knocked down the bogu rack with his head, and something fell from it and split in two.

The woman hurriedly grabbed the child, and when she saw Bai He walking over, she said with a smile: "This child is just naughty, don't take it to heart."

But Bai He ignored her, and leaned over to pick up the Fang Duan inkstone, his face suddenly turned cold.

The woman was unavoidably a little uneasy, and tentatively said: "Shopkeeper, what's the matter? Even though we didn't mean it, just tell us how much compensation you want."

Zhang Hutou is naughty, and has always caused a lot of troubles, so he has his own family to clean up the mess for him.And the woman reckoned that such a little-known shop would not be worth much, so she didn't take it seriously.

Bai He leisurely said a number, the woman's eyes couldn't help but opened wide, her mouth also opened silently, and she barely closed her chin after a while, "No way, this is just an inkstone..."

"Auntie, you don't know. This is a famous inkstone produced in Duanzhou. It is not easy to get it. There is only one in the whole town. Now it was broken by the young master. Where can I go to reason?" Bai He He emphasized that he changed his previous attitude of talking and laughing, and his face was as cold as frost and snow.

The woman felt frightened when she saw it, and said in a low voice, "But, he's just a child, why not..."

Of course, she can't afford to pay such a large sum of money. If it is reported back to Zhang's family, the couple will probably blame her for the crime of unfavorable care--maybe it will be deducted from her monthly money, and it will not last for a lifetime. Not necessarily paid off.

Bai He said impatiently: "What about the child, if the child makes a mistake, don't he have to bear the mistake? Auntie, you are too strong and unreasonable."

The woman's face turned red and she was speechless.

Bai He glanced at her, his tone slowed down, "I have a compromise here..."

The woman pricked up her ears.

Bai He held up the broken Duan inkstone, looked at it seriously for a while and said: "This inkstone is not bought either, it was originally a family heirloom of one of our masters, and it was taken out as a display for the sake of looking good. I don't want to but..."

Before the words fell, the woman hurriedly said: "Which one is it, can you please come out and see?"

If you can persuade the owner to add or subtract a few good words, even if you can't completely exonerate the crime, it is good to pay less money.The woman thought about it with joy.

But when Bai He called the man out, the woman couldn't help but froze, "Mr. Wen..."

That day when she was ordered to pick up the young master from school, she saw with her own eyes Zhang Hu's head hurting the talented man. Because Wen Heng had always been silent, even throwing a stone into the water would not make a sound, the woman felt it from the bottom of her heart. He was contemptuous for a while, and even concealed the matter when he went back, without mentioning a word to his family—anyway, Yuanwailang and his wife dote on their son and will not pay attention to such trivial matters.

Unexpectedly, this Wen Xiucai is the owner of the shop in front of him, this is really a narrow road for enemies.

Now that she happened to be caught again, the woman became more and more flustered, and said, "Mr. Wen, I'm really sorry, this..."

She was flushed with embarrassment and sweating profusely.

Bai He quietly bumped the little scholar's slender waist with his elbow, and said with a smirk, "Tell me, what should we do now?"