The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

It's okay, I will take good care of grandma, Chen Qingxuan looked at A Chou's red eyes, and felt a little comforted in his heart. In fact, at this time, whenever he said something tough, A Chou would naturally go back with him, but every time Facing Ah Chou, his heart couldn't be hardened, so he patted Ah Chou's shoulder lightly, and said, Girl, go home, sir is waiting for you at home alone, if sir After reading the book, you can come to me directly to get the book for the husband to read, and you have a key, so you don’t have to return it.”

After speaking, Chen Qingxuan went out with the bundle in his hand, and Ah Chou followed behind with his head down.

Mr. Chen, what's the matter? As soon as Pang Yifu drove over, he saw Chen Qingxuan moving out the big and small bags, and seeing that his face was in a hurry, Pang Yi was naturally puzzled, so he reined in the horse and came down to ask .

It's Mr. Pang, Chen Qingxuan explained to Pang Yi while putting the burden in his hand into the donkey cart, this morning, grandma fell at home and broke her arm. I have to go back to take care of grandma. I don't know when I will be back, but fortunately, Mr. Pang is back, so I can leave with peace of mind.

Chen Qingxuan was referring to taking care of Zhong Mingwei. Pang Yi told him to take care of Zhong Mingwei, but he had to go back to the village again. In fact, he felt sorry for Pang Yi in his heart. When he saw Pang Yi at this time, he felt a lot more at ease.

Where is Mr. Chen, I should thank Mr. Chen properly, Pang Yi hurriedly bowed to Chen Qingxuan, and while watching A Chou come out, Pang Yi hurried forward again and said, Mrs. , please get in the car, I will take my wife home.

I won't go back, A Chou said to Pang Yi, Grandma Chen treats me like her own granddaughter. At this time, Grandma Chen is sick, so I really don't feel relieved. I have to go with Mr. Chen to take care of Grandma Chen. Don't worry about going, but now that you're back, I'm relieved.

Madam... Pang Yi looked at Chen Qingxuan with astonishment on his face, feeling that it was hard to tell in front of others, but he still lowered his voice and said to Ah Chou, Madam, I have been looking forward to your return. home.

It's okay, he won't get angry with me because of this, Ah Chou was unmoved, and climbed into Uncle Chen's donkey cart while telling Pang Yi, Let him recuperate well. If he waits for me to come back, His injury hasn't healed yet, let's see how I punish him!

This time Pang Yi hadn't spoken yet, but the curtains of the carriage were lifted from the inside, and an old man with white hair and white beard poked his head out and looked at Ah Chou with a displeased expression on his face: What are you talking about, girl? Got bones?

I...why do I have bones in my words? Ah Chou stared at the old man with a puzzled expression, Who are you?

Let me ask you, why do you want to punish the injured when the wounded will never heal? Gu Changlin challenged Ah Chou childishly, I'm afraid you don't want to punish the wounded, but to punish the wounded. Are you looking forward to punishing the doctor?

A Chou was stared blankly by him: You... what do you mean?

Mrs. Madam! Mr. Gu doesn't mean that, you must not be as knowledgeable as Mr. Gu! Pang Yi hurriedly came over to smooth things over, while urging Uncle Chen to drive the car, Go! Go! Go back to the village to see Chen. Grandma go!

Crack!

Uncle Chen got impatient for a long time, so he whipped his whip and drove the donkey cart away.

Alas! Pang Yi watched the donkey cart drifting away, and couldn't help but let out a sigh. He watched his wife follow a man, but he didn't stop him. Has he had a good time?

Hey! Boy! Gu Changlin also looked unhappy, pointed at Pang Yi who was moaning, and said with a dark face, What did you just say, don't be as knowledgeable as me? What do you mean, tell a little girl not to follow me? I am an old man who is almost seventy years old? Who are you poor?!

Mr. Gu! Uncle Gu! Grandpa Gu! Pang Yi kept bowing to Gu Changlin, almost kneeling and kowtowing, Just pretend you didn't hear anything! Don't be as knowledgeable as a yellow-mouthed kid like me, okay?

Hmph! Gu Changlin felt calm now, and while taking a sip of his wine, he said slowly, Didn't you say that your master is thirty-three?

Yes, the Patriarch is thirty-three this year, Pang Yi said, while brushing off the snow from his body, he looked at Gu Changlin again, Why did Mr. Gu ask this all of a sudden?