No wonder he is so old and still has no heirs.

What qualifications does a man like this who doesn’t understand amorous feelings have to talk about children?

Thinking of this, Sheng Luoan raised his middle finger blatantly towards Gong Moye's back.

Su Ying turned her head and saw Sheng Luoan's raised middle finger.

Immediately asked curiously: "Miss, why are you giving the middle finger to Mr. Hou?"

Hearing this, Song Sisi also turned around and frowned slightly when she saw Sheng Luoan's straight middle finger.

Being stared at by two pairs of eyes, Sheng Luoan felt ashamed and quickly retracted his middle finger.

Then, in the eyes of the two people who were very curious about knowledge, they explained seriously: "This is a gesture used when saying goodbye. Raising the middle finger can express one's reluctance to the other party implicitly and restrainedly."

Song Sisi: "???"

In all her life, she has never heard of such a farewell gesture.

Could it be that you are looking at the sky from a well and have never seen the market?

Thinking of this, Song Sisi looked at Sheng Luoan, the contempt she had just seen no longer in her eyes.

It seems that she still underestimated Sheng Luoan!

How could a concubine with no background and no market experience win the favor of the Marquis?

Su Ying was even more surprised. She raised her middle finger towards Sheng Luoan and asked excitedly: "Miss, this is so interesting. I have never heard of such a gesture before! Is it done like this? Or is it like this?

Is it true that when I say goodbye to someone in the future, if I make this gesture towards the other person, the other person will be able to feel my reluctance?"

Sheng Luoan: "..."

Seeing Su Ying's excited look, Sheng Luoan felt a little regretful.

She shouldn't be talking nonsense. Now that she has said it, how can she come back to it?

"Miss, look quickly, am I correct in gesticulating like this? Does my middle finger need to be straighter?"

Seeing Su Ying's excited expression gesturing with her middle finger, the corner of Sheng Luoan's mouth twitched.

"Yes, that's it. Keep your hands straighter, okay, okay, okay, no problem..."

While Sheng Luoan was teaching Su Ying how to make gestures, Song Sisi was also secretly making gestures at the side, trying to learn this "farewell" gesture.

At this time, Gong Moye walked straight to his Moyuan Residence.

Shen Xian saw him coming from afar and rushed to greet him.

"Master Hou, are you back?"

After getting closer, Shen Xian discovered that Gong Moye's face was a little gloomy.

"Master Hou, what happened?" Shen Xian asked quickly.

Gong Moye shook his head and raised his eyes to look at Shen Xian, "During the time I was away, has anyone come to see me?"

Gong Moye asked as he walked inside.

Shen Xian followed Gong Moye and answered accurately: "Not long after the Marquis left, the young lady also left. During this period, Madam had just come here. She heard that the Marquis was not in the room, so she

left."

"Mother, what did she say?" Gong Moye asked again.

Shen Xian nodded, "Madam said she wants the Marquis to go to her yard when he comes back. She has important matters to discuss with the Marquis."

"Important things?" Gong Moye was stunned for a moment, "What important things can she have?"

Shen Xian was stunned for a moment, subconsciously remembering Yun Qinghe's face when he arrived, and his tone became a little more solemn.

"Master Marquis, you'd better go and see Madam. When Madam came over, her face didn't seem to be very good. Something important must have happened, and it seemed..."

Shen Xian glanced at Gong Moye cautiously and said hesitantly: "It seems to be related to the young lady."

"Oh?" Gong Moye's face changed slightly, "Then I'll go to mother's place now!"

After saying that, he immediately turned around and walked out of the yard.

After turning around the winding corridor, in less than a cup of tea, I arrived at Yun Qinghe's Lehuai Residence.

At this time, Yun Qinghe was lying on the imperial concubine's couch, covering her temples, looking limp.

This morning, that clean veil really made her panic.

Her son finally married a wife, but she turned out to be an unclean bed crawler. No matter how she thought about it, she felt that Gong Moye had been wronged.

"Madam, the Marquis is here!"

A crisp voice came from outside the door.

It was Yun Qinghe's personal maid Ah Xi, standing at the door pointing behind her and shouting excitedly.

Yun Qinghe hurriedly got up from the imperial concubine's couch, and with the help of the maid, walked tremblingly towards the door.

When Gong Moye walked in, he saw Yun Qinghe walking toward him sickly.

When he came to the front, Yun Qinghe grabbed Gong Moye's arm and shouted in a trembling voice: "Son, you ran out to relax on the second day of the wedding. It's so painful for you!"

Gong Moye was unmoved and complained lightly, "Mom, stop pretending."

Yun Qinghe stiffened and was about to speak, but heard Gong Moye continue: "Over the years, as long as you want me to listen to you, you will pretend to be extremely weak. If you don't tire your son, Tired of watching."

"What's the matter? Mom's head really hurts!" Yun Qinghe said truthfully.

Gong Moye sighed helplessly, raised his hand and frowned and said, "Mom, if you have anything to say, just say it. My son still wants to see you look normal."

Yun Qinghe: "..."

After being exposed by Gong Moye, Yun Qinghe couldn't keep pretending and stood up straight in an instant.

"It's really boring, can't you just let me pretend?"

Yun Qinghe rolled her eyes at Gong Moye, feeling very aggrieved.

She really couldn't understand why the son she had raised for so many years could be so unkind.
Chapter completed!