Thinking of Liu Doukou's obviously obstructive attitude on the mountain today, in front of the children, Yang Ruoqing felt that Liu Doukou was really stupid.

Things between adults deliberately involve emotions on children. Does she think that Mu Zichuan will be more moved by her Feng's careless care?

She doesn't understand Mu Zichuan very well.

What's more, there was nothing between the adults. She and Mu Zichuan were innocent, and everything was imagined by Liu Doukou himself.

For a delusional woman, Yang Ruoqing only thought she was pitiful and ridiculous. There was no point in arguing with her, so just stay away from her.

"Qing'er, have you changed your clothes? Zichuan is here." Wang Cuilian's voice sounded at the door.

Yang Ruoqing turned around and said, "It's coming soon."

Soon, she led Baby Luo to the outer hall, where Mu Zichuan stood waiting.

He also changed his clothes and held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand. He stood at the door of the house and looked up at the rainy sky outside.

"Zichuan." Yang Ruoqing called him.

"Uncle." Baby Luo also called out obediently.

Muzichuan turned around and saw a touch of warmth in his eyes when he saw the mother and daughter.

"Have you changed your clothes?" Mu Zichuan asked with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "It's raining, and you still have such guests at home, why did you come to me?"

Mu Zichuan said: "It's cold and rainy today. The child may be wet. I'm worried, so I came here to take a look."

Yang Ruoqing smiled slightly and turned to look at Baby Luo next to her.

Luo Baobao took a step forward and said to Mu Zichuan: "Uncle, don't worry, I'm fine. I changed into cotton clothes when I got home and baked a charcoal brazier. It's warm now. If you don't believe me, I'll let you touch me."

hand."

The little girl took a step forward and gently touched Mu Zichuan's cold hand with her white and tender little hand.

"How are you? Are you warm?" she asked with a smile.

Muzichuan was infected by her smile and smiled slightly, "Well, Nuanhu."

"Are you hungry? Uncle Zichuan is here to pick you and your mother up for dinner." Mu Zichuan leaned over slightly and said with a smile to Baby Luo.

Luo Baobao looked at his mother, obviously leaving the decision-making power to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing said to Mu Zichuan: "Zichuan, we are too lazy to run away, so we will eat at home. You can go back."

Mu Zichuan said: "How can that happen? You should go to my house to eat today!"

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "Do we still care so much about each other? You will have to stay at home for three years, and you will have many opportunities to have dinner together. Today, your uncle and the others are still at your home, so you should go back quickly!"

Thinking of his cousin's inexplicable hostility towards Yang Ruoqing, Mu Zichuan no longer forced Yang Ruoqing.

"Okay then, I'll come over to visit you tomorrow."

After finishing Wuqi, he can go out and walk around.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Go back quickly."

…

The next day, the sky cleared up. In the morning, Yang Ruoqing was cleaning the yard, and Mu Zichuan came over.

He held two packages of snacks in his hand and handed them directly to Yang Ruoqing.

"My uncle brought this over yesterday. He recently went to Jinhua to do business. The local prune and vegetable sesame cakes are pretty good. You can try them for your baby," he said.

"Plumb and vegetable pancakes?"

Yang Ruoqing's eyes brightened a little, and she quickly put down the broom in her hand and reached out to catch the box he handed over.

"I've never bought this thing for her before. Thank you Ha Zichuan, so I'll accept it." She said unceremoniously.

Sometimes, giving is a kind of happiness.

And sometimes, proper acceptance is also a kind of happiness.

A smile appeared on Mu Zichuan's face, and he said: "As long as my niece likes it, I heard that Chen'er will be home soon, right?"

Yang Ruoqing nodded and said excitedly: "I have arrived in Changhuaizhou. I was invited by two local classmates in Changhuaizhou. I estimate that I will stay in Changhuaizhou for a few days before going home."

Mu Zichuan said: "It is when young people need to make friends. It is a good thing to hang out with their classmates more."

Yang Ruoqing naturally agrees with this.

only--

"What you said is so old-fashioned!" Yang Ruoqing couldn't help teasing.

"What do they call them young people? They make it look like you are seventy or eighty years old, not to mention that Chen'er is only nine years old and is still a young boy."

"And you are in your prime of life!" she tried to correct.

Mu Zichuan was startled for a moment, then smiled lightly without any excuse.

Yang Ruoqing looked around and said, "Zichuan, let's not stand in this yard talking. I've just started sweeping the fallen leaves. Why don't I invite you to the main room to sit and talk!"

But Mu Zichuan shook his head, "No need. I came here to deliver prunes and vegetable sesame cakes to my niece. After I delivered them, I went home."

"Your uncle and aunt are all gone?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Mu Zichuan said: "After lunch yesterday, they all went back."

"What about your fiancee's cousin Dou Kou?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Mu Zichuan said: "Of course we went back together."

Liu Doukou stalked and wanted to stay, saying that she wanted to keep him company, but he refused.

Now he just wants to be alone and quiet, and doesn't like to have such a noisy person around him. He can't be quiet even if he is asked to do anything, even if he writes a eulogy in memory of his late mother.

"What about the servants? They should stay, right? Otherwise, who will take care of your food and daily life?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Mu Zichuan said calmly: "All the servants and maids sent by my uncle's house were sent back. The two that were left behind were bought by me from outside, one was a servant, one was a servant, and one was a servant.

The driver who drives the carriage needs three people to serve him, that’s enough!”

Yang Ruoqing nodded. The maid was responsible for washing and cooking, while the servants cleaned the yard and looked after the house.

The coachman is responsible for driving the horses for daily travel, as well as feeding and taking care of the horses.

Including Mu Zichuan, the four of them lived together in the courtyard of Lao Mu's house, which was not deserted, and Yang Ruoqing could rest assured.

"Zichuan, there is one more thing I want to ask you." On the way to send him to the front door, Yang Ruoqing hesitated for a moment and then asked.

"Because this matter is not only asked by me alone, but also represents the concern that many of my parents, my uncle, and others have for you." She added.

Mu Zichuan kept walking and looking forward, but the corners of his lips were raised.

"If I'm not wrong, what you want to ask, Qing'er, is about my marriage to my cousin Daukou, right?" He put it bluntly.

Then he looked sideways at Yang Ruoqing's slightly blushing face and said calmly: "Actually, the day after my mother was laid to rest, my uncle came to my house alone and discussed this matter with me in private.
Chapter completed!