The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 533

The heavy snow showed no signs of slowing down, and it was like white feathers falling all over the sky.

Due to the heavy snow, the sky was gloomy, and a non-slip red carpet was laid under the porch at the entrance, so the visibility was low. Red lanterns were hung at the gate under the porch eaves early, and the helpers shuttled between the kitchen and the Huichun hall. The remuneration given was also high, and it was the old lady's longevity, and everyone's faces were filled with festive smiles.

Outside the Hall of Rejuvenation is a garden full of red plums. Although the best season of plum blossoms has passed, it looks like it has declined, but after a heavy snow nourishment, the branches are full of redness, like gorgeous fireworks, looking for a moment of amazement .

Snow falling and red plums, accompanied by overlapping red bricks and blue tiles, and buildings with carved beams and painted buildings, are poetic, elegant and romantic.

"Madam, I'm here to celebrate your birthday." A loud voice was heard from far away, coming from far and near.

The old lady was sitting in the huanghuali wooden chair in the main hall, holding a red sandalwood dragon-head crutch in her hand, with a kind face, hale and hearty spirit, and a dignified temperament, which made people awe-inspiring.

"Is it Nana?"

Mao Nana walked in with a smile, "Madam, I came here without breakfast, and I wanted to talk to Madam, don't think I'm thick-skinned, I'm here to eat."

"What are you talking about, Huaiqing, tell the kitchen to prepare the meal. I remember that Nana likes to eat three delicacies wontons, so I will make three delicacies wontons for her."

"You are really my aunt, you still remember what I like to eat, Aunt Shuang, I love you to death." Mao Nana went up and gave the old lady a big hug.

The old lady smiled and patted her on the back, touched her hand and couldn't help frowning, and said distressedly: "Why are your hands so cold, go to the next door to get warm."

"Then I'll talk to you later."

"Not urgent."

Mao Nana was taken to the next door by Huai Qing, who handed her a hot water bottle: "Miss Mao warms up her hands first."

Then poured a cup of hot tea and placed it on the table in front of her.

Mao Nana asked, "Where is A-Jiang?"

Huai Qing's complexion didn't change at all, and she said in a business-like tone, "Miss A Jiang's illness is still not recovered, I'm afraid I can't entertain guests today, please forgive me."

Mao Nana frowned so much that a fly could be crushed to death: "Isn't healed yet? Isn't Bo Yuxun a doctor? Why didn't he save his own sister?"

"I'm just in charge of the Bo family. I don't dare to talk about the master's affairs."

Someone from below came to look for him, Huaiqing said excuse me, turned around and lifted the curtain and went out.

Mao Nana took a sip of hot tea and finally felt better.

She couldn't help but think, after returning from Jiangzhou, A-Jiang was sick and disappeared. She had been with A-Jiang for so many years, and she was always in good health. ?

This is too weird.

Even if you are seriously ill, you can't see people, because you always feel that something is wrong.

At this moment, another voice came from the main hall, "Madam, you are well."

This is Mrs. Song's voice.

"These are two girls from my family, one named Huiren and the other named Jiaoren."

"Grandma Bo is well. I wish you a happy life and a happy family forever." A very gentle female voice.

"Hello, Grandma Bo, I wish you all the best in everything you wish." A crisp little girl's voice.

The old lady smiled and nodded: "They are all good children."

Mao Nana curled her lips. This Mrs. Song is famous for her small belly. Song Huiren is her own daughter, so she can take it with her wherever she goes, but that Song Jiaoren, if she remembers correctly, is her husband's illegitimate daughter outside , can she be generous enough to bring Mrs. Bo's birthday banquet? There must be something wrong with this.

Mao Nana lifted the curtain, took a closer look at Song Jiaoren, and found that she was obviously well-groomed, her appearance was gentle and beautiful, and she was the type of hothouse beauty.

It seems that Mrs. Song's ulterior motives are not in drinking.

Mrs. Song walked in with the two girls, and when she saw Mao Nana was stunned, a smile immediately appeared on her face: "Miss Mao came so early."

"It's getting late, and we can still catch up with lunch."

The banquet of the Bo family was arranged in the evening, and she came early because she was worried about A-Jiang. The Mrs. Song looked eager, but seemed a little anxious.

The maid brought a bowl of wontons and placed them in front of Mao Nana, as well as two dishes of refreshing side dishes.

Mao Nana was also polite, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

Mrs. Song curled her lips in distaste, her eyes fell on Song Jiaoren's face, Song Jiaoren's gaze shrank, subconsciously lowered his head, his hands were nervously clutching the hem of the skirt.

Song Huiren blinked her big eyes, "Sister, are the wontons delicious?"

Mao Nana smiled: "Of course it's delicious. It's made by the chef of Dechang House. If you have money, you can't eat it. Today, thanks to the old lady, I'll have a real treat."

Mrs. Song said: "Men Hui, come here."

Song Huiren obediently returned to Mrs. Song, Mrs. Song glared at Song Jiaoren, Song Jiaoren gritted his teeth, suddenly covered his stomach with forbearance, and looked at the helper standing beside him: "My stomach feels a little uncomfortable, can you take me to the bathroom? "

The servant led her away.

Opening the curtain, just bumping into Ji Rouen, Song Jiaoren immediately backed away, Ji Rouen glanced at her, and stepped in with a smile.

Song Jiaoren secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and when he raised his head, he met a pair of gentle and smiling eyes.

Song Jiaoren was stunned, and immediately realized the identity of the other party, and shouted timidly: "Bo...Miss Bo."

The other party smiled and nodded, with an excellent bearing, and passed her by calmly.

Song Jiaoren subconsciously turned his head to look at the slender figure from behind, and soon disappeared behind the entrance curtain.

The only grandchild of the Bo family was born as the proud daughter of heaven, with the capital of self-will. Such a life should not have many troubles.

Song Jiao felt a little inferior in his heart. Thinking of Mrs. Song's words, he bit his lip and left with his head down.

Ji Rouen said with a smile: "Mrs. Song, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. The one just now is your eldest daughter. She is so beautiful. She has a bit of the charm of Mrs. Song when she was young."

After Mrs. Song heard this, she couldn't help but smile, "My lady is so immature, I made my lady laugh, but Ms. Bo, she has a bit of the old lady's bearing, and she really shines."

Who doesn't know that Bo Yujian is not Mrs. Bo's own son, and she is destined to be recognized as her own by the old lady. This Ji Rouen is a high-married young man, and she is not a man with her tail tight. She doesn't mind if she dares to act like a wolf with a tail in front of her. A few words of yin and yang.

The mistress who is the real master of the Bo family hasn't married yet, and she will cry when the time comes.

When Ji Rouen heard this, although she was unhappy, she was not stupid enough to show it on her face.

Mao Nana looked coldly at the two women's verbal confrontation. Ji Rouen really came from a small family, and she hasn't changed her small family spirit in her bones for more than ten years. The identity of the eldest lady of the family is not because her name is Ji Rouen.

She will offend people invisibly by speaking like this.

There will be a lot of ladies and ladies coming today, and the scene will be even more lively. It would be great if A-Jiang is here, she can interact with these ladies and ladies with ease, it is not at all comparable to Ji Rouen's level of communication.

Mrs. Song drank her tea silently and pulled back a round, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

I hope that girl won't let her down.

Song Jiaoren looked at the plum blossoms in the courtyard and exclaimed, "It's so beautiful."

This was the first time she came to Bo's house, and she didn't expect that Bo's house had such a large courtyard in the city center. It was no longer a question of money, but a symbol of status.

I just walked from east to west for a while, and the toilet is just behind the west side room. There is a moon arch next to the side room, and the two-story small building in the backyard is looming in the snowflakes.

The front hall is the place to entertain guests, while the backyard is the resting place of the host family.

"Miss Song, the bathroom is here." The helper reminded.

Song Jiaoren quickly looked away, said sorry, and hurriedly walked in with his head down.

"Miss Song, the terrain here is complicated, and it is easy to get lost if you are not careful. Don't run around by yourself."

Song Jiaoren said in a low voice, "Thank you, I understand."

As time went by, more and more guests arrived, Qin Tian, ​​Cong Yan, his wife and Xie Yun from the Qin family, Bai Ziyu, Qin Qiuxi, Bai Ziyan, Mrs. Bai and Bai Weining from the Bai family, there were more and more people in the living room. , the atmosphere is getting more and more lively.

Liu Xiangyue and Wen Ruo met at the gate, Wen Ruo raised his eyebrows and smiled and said, "Professor Liu? I was very impressed with your accompanying bead last time. You donated such a precious thing. Did you find what you wanted to find?" people?"

The man was tall and tall, with snowflakes covering the brows, adding a bit of coldness to the light eyes.

"found it."

"Oh? Then congratulations to Professor Liu."

The two walked into the main hall side by side, Wen Ruo said with a smile: "Senior sister, how are you doing recently?"

Mrs. Bo smiled and said, "It's Wen Ruo, come here."

When Wen Ruo came closer, Mrs. Bo grabbed her hand and touched her palm, feeling a few calluses.

"When did you return to China? Don't tell me to come and see my wife."

"Senior Sister, it's my fault. As soon as I came back, I was dragged away by the Cultural and Art Committee for interviews and activities. I never have a day off."

Bo Lianye stood beside Mrs. Bo and called softly, "Master Wen, hello."

Wen Ruo glanced at her: "Miss Bo left a very deep impression on me at the last auction of ink paintings handed down from generation to generation. She really deserves to be the granddaughter raised by her senior sister, and she has a bit of the demeanor of her senior sister back then."

Mrs. Bo smiled, and before she could speak, Ji Rouen suddenly jumped out and said, "It turns out that Master Wen Ruo is my mother's younger sister. The Lianye of our family admires Master Wen the most. I heard that Master Wen is recruiting closed disciples recently. What do you think of the lotus leaf in our family? The old lady brought it up, and it will definitely not ruin your reputation..."

There was still a faint smile on the corner of Mrs. Bo's mouth, she couldn't tell whether she was happy or unhappy, she directly interrupted Ji Rouen's words, "The inheritance of the master's family pays attention to a word of fate. Although Lianye has talent, it is not suitable for this." Dao, I heard that at the auction that day, there was a young girl who wrote a pure Feibai style? The young man is really very human, and she is suitable to take over your mantle."

Ji Rouen held her breath, is this old woman out of her mind? If there is a good thing, you don't want to think about your own granddaughter, but help an outsider instead? Are you confused?

Bo Lianye pursed her lips, and said before Ji Rouen said: "Grandma is thinking about making Master Wen laugh."

Wen Ruo waved his hand and said, "Senior Sister, you should really meet that girl. In her, I see the shadow of you when you were young. If you are younger, it is suitable to take her as an apprentice."

Bo Lianye lowered her eyes and clenched her hand hanging by her side.

Mrs. Bo shook her head with a smile.

"Madam, Xiangyue congratulates you on your birthday."

The smile on the old lady's face froze for a moment, and she quickly smiled nonchalantly: "It's Xiangyue, sit down quickly."

After receiving the secretary's message, Bo Yujian apologized to the male guests at the table, walked up to Mrs. Bo and said, "Mother, Mr. Qu is here, I'll go and greet you."

Mrs. Bo smiled and said, "Go."

Bo Yujian left in a hurry. Before leaving, she turned her head and glanced at Bo Lianye.

Bo Lianye understood and quietly left from the other side.

Mrs. Song frowned, this Qu family has always been aloof from the world, and has never participated in this kind of banquet, why this time...

Not allowing her to think too much, she saw Bo Yujian and an imposing middle-aged man walking in. The man was followed by a young man with a beautiful appearance. It was amazing, but the eyebrows were too cold, colder than the fragrant ice and snow outside the door. Three points, beauty is beauty, but it makes people shiver uncontrollably.

The boy is holding a little girl by the hand. The girl is wearing two cute croissants, tied with two red ribbons, wearing a red skirt, red lips, white teeth, and lively eyes. Squeeze that fair and ruddy face, it's so cute.

The little girl walked in, trotted up to the old lady Bo, and bowed in a dignified way. The little face was set off by the fur collar around the neckline, which made her more festive and lovely, and she opened her mouth crisply.

"Grandma Bo, hello, my name is Qu Youran, I wish you a birthday, I hope you will have today and every year, and you will always be happy and happy."

The little girl's voice is so cute, and her small appearance is smart and naive.

The old lady Bo's eyes were narrowed when she smiled, and she couldn't help but hugged the little girl into her arms, and touched the little girl's face with her fingers.

"Grandma's hands are rough, didn't they hurt you?"

The little girl raised her smiling face: "I know Grandma likes me, so she touches me."

"This little girl is so cute. Mr. Qu is blessed to have such a cute and cute daughter by his side." Wen Ruo couldn't help but praise.

Qu Feitai smiled and shook his head.

This girl is too good at capturing people's hearts.

Mrs. Bo smiled and said, "She is a beautiful and blessed little girl. Grandma likes you very much. Can you visit grandma more in the future?"

Qu Youran smiled and hugged the old lady: "That's great, I like grandma too."

Mrs. Bo hugged her and laughed heartily.

Mrs. Song looked at Song Huiren, who was dull beside her, and sighed. They were both girls, so why is there such a big gap.

This Qu Lanting is really amazing, she educated her daughter like a human being, she coaxed the old lady of the Bo family like something when they met for the first time, who doesn't know that this old lady looks gentle, but is actually the hardest near.

Looking at this scene, Bo Yujian smiled and raised the corners of her lips. At this time, the secretary walked quickly to his side and whispered something in a low voice.

Bo Yujian's expression changed drastically, and she turned around to leave when she suddenly thought of Qu Lanting and said bravely, "Mr. Qu, excuse me, Mrs. Cheng is here."

Everyone was shocked.

Mrs. Bo really had face, the Qu family and the Cheng family came to celebrate her birthday.

I am going to focus on writing these chapters, and there will be more updates in the next few days. I am a very serious procrastinator. In order to prevent it from being bad, everyone remember to remind me that when there is responsibility on the shoulders, there is motivation.