The painting was quickly sent.

A small gift box was also given with the painting.

"This is?"

"I'm old and can't remember anymore. Yucheng's gift should be this."

The old butler is hunched over, his temples are gray and he is drooping.

He smiled lovingly.

"The letter and painting were sent half a month ago. The Shen family's common affairs were handed over to the eldest lady. I'm afraid that something would go wrong, so something would be missed."

"I see."

Chen Lan's tone was stable, but he was a little blamed in his heart.

I received the gift from half a month ago now. If it weren't for a chance to find out, I don't know how long it would take to deliver the letter.

This is the management of Xiaojia and everyone. Even the small family can’t handle it well. How can we manage the company and how can we manage the company?

Chen Lan complained in her heart that she could not say that her adopted daughter was not in front of her family, so she could only suppress her.

She took the gift box and asked inadvertently:

"Yunyun has been bothering me recently."

The old butler lived in the Shen family, a family of a large group, and had long been as sharp as a human being. Why can't Chen Lan hear what Chen Lan meant?

"The eldest lady is a capable lady." He spoke respectfully.

"You don't have to hide it for her. You can't do anything small, so how can I leave my home to her with confidence?"

The old butler had a better bow on his back, and he dared to go back.

"When Mrs. Tai Lao left, Mr. Song wanted to go to the house to serve, and I personally stopped him."

His turbid eyes became much clearer, and he sighed deeply when he recalled the past.

"It's just because it took some time, even the last one..."

Chen Lan's expression was shocked, and when he mentioned his own grandmother, his eyes were red unconsciously red.

Her Shen family, a great scholar in ancient times, had a noble man in the palace, and was touched by the dragon vein. Since then, his descendants have adhered to the four-character family motto of "being public for the people" for generations, and have not yet fallen to this day.

Now, because of the Song family, the only bloodline in the family has been lost, which has led to the ancestor's illness and death!

Why don’t you be angry?

"I understand the old man's words. My grandmother was on the fall and was thinking about her great-grandson, so she refused to close her eyes."

Chen Lan's eyes were red, and he was in power for several years. He showed his fragile expression for the first time. She spoke:

"After all, the Song family is a relative who is married to the family and cannot control the family. I hope my grandson will return home early. Only the only relatives can be the family whose blood is thicker than water."

"This is the original words of our ancestors back then."

Her voice was choked.

Back then, I originally wanted to adopt it from the Shen family's side, so I slowly chose it.

As a result, the Song family got better and directly sent Song Yun to the old house, saying that they were just serving the elders and not entering the family tree.

In recent years, the descendants of the Shen family have been mediocre, but Song Yun is alone in talent.

Although he is an adopted daughter, he has been raised since childhood. In recent years, he has been disappointed countless times and has felt relieved about this adopted daughter.

I also had the idea of ​​letting her enter the family tree.

But now...

She took a deep breath and wanted to cover up her wagging thoughts over the past few days, but she just skipped the descendants of the Shen family in her mind, but none of them became useful.

Either they are too soft-hearted, or they are mediocre, unable to bear great use, and doing nothing.

Until, she opened the gift box.

Chen Lan originally wanted to talk about it later, but he had no time to spare his hands, so he held a box and was a little heavy, so he opened it.

The lining of the golden forged velvet brocade, and a medicine bottle lies inside.

Letter: Xiaomeishan, Xuefu Zhuyu Pills.

A small handwriting is attached...

It sounds better, it is called ghost drawing talisman, but it sounds worse, it is like a dog crawling.

Is it Professor Hua's word?

Chen Lan glanced at it.

The brocade box fell to the ground with a "bang".
Chapter completed!