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In the elegant and majestic wing room, there was a pot of steaming Longjing. On a round bed in the inner room, Hua Manyi was covered with brocade silk, her collarbone was slightly exposed, and the edge of her lavender apron was faintly visible.

The long hair like a waterfall has been washed again, refreshing and clean on the pillow, only the stubborn little face is pale, like a flower bone that has lost its vitality, the corners of the eyes are red, and the lips are pale.

Gong Yan crossed his chest with one hand, and held a cigarette between his fingers. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the unconscious woman with indifferent eyes. His eyes fell on those not-so-thick lips.

"Hua Manyi, is she okay?" Lu Nian's voice came from outside the door, the maid Lai Qiu stopped her and said, "Miss Lu, this is Madam's wing, you can't go in."

"Ma'am?" Lu Nian was surprised.

Lai Qiu nodded, "It's our eldest lady, Gong Yan." The mature and stable eldest lady asked them to call her Mrs. Madam a long time ago, saying that it is inappropriate to call her a young lady at this age, and she is not stable enough.

In order to save others, Lu Nian's clothes were all wet, so he went to change his clothes just now.

"Miss Lu, Manyi has seen a doctor, and there is nothing serious." Gong Yan appeared at the door at some point, and spoke softly, and Lai Qiu immediately bowed to him when he heard the voice.

Lu Nian pursed her lips, "That's it, then I'll come back later."

After dismissing the people, Gong Yan turned around and entered the room, and when he sat back on the bed, there was a gold silk handkerchief in his hand, and his red lips were pursed with a trace of coldness, and he put the handkerchief on Hua Manyi's lips. Wipe it down little by little.

"Well……"

Feeling friction on her mouth, the pain and discomfort caused Hua Manyi to subconsciously push away that hand, clenched her lips tightly, and suddenly burst out a hoarse "Go away! I'm not married, I'm not your daughter-in-law!".

He missed the handkerchief and fell to his feet. Gong Yan stopped in mid-air, watching the woman on the bed with red eyes, dreaming a nightmare, but did not wake up.

The originally white lips became a little rosy due to wiping, and they were extremely attractive. The cigarette in Gong Yan's hand hadn't moved for a long time, as if he had been bewitched for a long time, by some strange coincidence, he bent down and leaned forward, and the red lips slowly approached. The moment they were about to touch each other, there was the sound of Gong Shulan's wheelchair rolling across the floor.

"Sister, father called and asked if you still want to go to worship?" Gong Shulan opened the bead curtain and came in, and saw Gong Yan sitting at the table leisurely pouring tea for herself.

"Go, go now." Gong Yan looked back at Hua Manyi who was on the bed, and before leaving, called Lai Qiu to take care of her.

Lai Qiu promised.

In the car, Gong Yan saw that Gong Shulan was holding a bouquet of rose flowers in his hand, and it was bigger than the one she bought.Gong Yan sat in the driver's seat with no expression on her face. Uncle Fu asked for a temporary leave this afternoon because she had something to do, so she just drove there by herself.

"Sister, there are so many guest rooms at home, there's no need to let her sleep on your bed." Gong Shulan looked at the scenery flowing backwards from the car window, and suddenly said, "Or... is there anything special about this Hua Manyi to you?"

"It's just a girl I picked up casually, what's so special about it?" Gong Yan's red lips twitched, disapproving of her words.

"But people like us can let a person with a foreign surname enter the range of privacy, which is intriguing enough." What's more, Gong Yan left Hua Manyi alone in the room. It's different from exposing weaknesses to the enemy's eyes.

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"Before I let Jiang Yin stay in my room overnight, what do you say?"

The curvature of Gong Shulan's mouth was gone, his face was ugly, and finally he couldn't make a sound.

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In the afternoon, Hua Manyi was awakened by the nightmare, with sweat on her forehead, which was sticky and uncomfortable, but when she opened her eyes, she was shocked by the unfamiliar environment, and quickly lifted the quilt, only to find that she was only wearing a bellyband and clothes. The obscene trousers, and the rest of the clothes were gone.

Could she be brought back by that nanny?

Hua Manyi was so frightened that she hurriedly got off the bed, who knew that this bed was the same as the wing room of a rich family in the old dynasty, and there were new steps beside the bed, she almost staggered and fell.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a gold silk handkerchief on the stairs. She was stunned for a moment, and picked it up. The familiar smell immediately reminded her of a certain figure.

She calmed down, that nanny could not have such good conditions for her to live in such a wing room, the room was elegant and luxurious, with tranquilizing incense on the table, it was more like Mama Gong's room.

"Miss Manyi, are you awake?" Lai Qiu came in from the door in small steps, holding a food box in his hand, and walked in with small steps to spread the meal on the table.

With bare feet, Hua Manyi looked at her warily, "Who are you?"

Lai Qiu stopped what he was doing, and saw Hua Manyi's slim figure showing off under a bellyband, with a willow waist, fine feet and slender legs, and said with a smile, "I am Lai Qiu, the servant girl by Madam's side."

"Is the wife you're talking about... Mama Gong?" Hua Manyi asked.

"Gong Ma?" Lai Qiu pursed his lips in thought, looking at Hua Manyi's face, she was indeed a young girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, but calling his wife "Mom" was a bit old, Lai Qiu didn't know the relationship between the new couple, I had no choice but to mention my wife's name, "Madam is our young lady, her name is Gong Yan."

According to Lai Qiu, she was rescued by Gong's mother, and this is the mansion of Gong's family, which was directly under the command of the Navy Commander in Nancheng.Every corner even retains the layout and placement of more than ten years ago, in strict order.

But with the western wind blowing, some things are not still handled according to the previous rules.

Hua Manyi put on her clothes, ate some food and walked out of the wing room to look around. Nancheng belongs to the south, and the structure of the house and courtyard largely follows the layout of Suzhou gardens, with wind and rain corridors, hollow window sills, and round arches with bright willows and flowers, rockery and flowing water, and pavilions. Every part of the flower pavilion is extremely nourishing.

Hua Manyi strolled along the promenade, and unknowingly came to a pavilion in the middle of the lake. There were several people talking in the pavilion, and Hua Manyi was about to turn around and leave, but unexpectedly, the old lady sitting in the pavilion saw her sharply.

"Hey, that girl, come here and help me get the calligraphy and paintings on the stone table in front of you."

Hua Manyi pointed to herself, and when the old lady nodded, she confirmed that the other party was really asking her to take things over.

Holding a scroll of calligraphy and painting over, Hua Manyi said, "Old lady, the calligraphy and painting you want."

The old lady Gong hummed, took it, didn't look at Hua Manyi, and opened the calligraphy and painting. On it was an ink and wash landscape painting, and a new line of poetry was inscribed on the side of the painting.

"This is a painting that Yan'er painted when she was 20 years old. She has a good look. Those painters said she was talented. Unfortunately, she didn't paint a lot of ink paintings, but started to paint those Western prints. In the end, she didn't paint many Western prints. After painting, I only do business all day long."

Mrs. Gong’s words were full of pity, and Matchmaker Liu hurriedly comforted her, “Old lady Gong, it’s not a pity, it’s a pity, your granddaughter can draw, and by coincidence, Young Master Lu also knows how to draw, and they have a lot of new topics in common, you see? no?"

Mrs. Gong didn't say a word, she showed her brows, and Liu Matchmaker continued her efforts, "Old lady, you see that the young master of the Lu family came back from overseas business a few days ago. He is 34 years old and mature. I like doing business, not to mention the common topics, just say that the new couple will be together in the future, and in terms of doing business, it is definitely a match made in heaven."

A match made in heaven...

Hua Manyi stood aside, clutching the handkerchief tightly, her chest feeling heavy for no reason.

"Hmm..." The old lady Gong rolled up the picture and didn't agree with Liu Matchmaker's words, "It doesn't matter if it's business or not, the key is that Yan'er likes it."

"Uh... yes, yes," Matchmaker Liu suggested after she had figured out what the old lady Gong liked, "Why don't they meet first to understand?"

I haven't even met each other, how can I talk about liking?

Mrs. Gong nodded, agreeing with her statement, "Tomorrow, you can take this painting and send it to that Lu Yu."

Matchmaker Liu shook her hands, "Ah, why don't you let me take such a valuable thing? Madam, I'm a fickle hand, and it will be a bad thing if it breaks. Why don't you let someone else send it over."

Hua Manyi felt a gaze falling on her, raised her eyes slightly, and saw Mrs. Gong looking at her.

Mrs. Gong: "I heard that Yan'er was very anxious when she brought you back. She asked you to see a doctor without panting, and even let you live in her room. I think your child has a good relationship with Yan'er, right?"

"I..." How should Hua Manyi describe her as just a little dancer she picked up, but the relationship is not very good.

"Then can you send this painting over there? The address of Lu's house is No. 105 Baishui Street mansion."

When Hua Manyi realized it, a heavy calligraphy and painting had been stuffed into her hand, and the old lady Gong said she was tired and went back to rest.

The author has something to say: Hua Manyi: Thank you, I loved you, I wish you happiness

Gong Yan: Listen to me

Closed the small black house for three weeks QAQ