Xie Hanyong let out a long breath, raised the wine bag in his hand and brought it to his mouth.
"We are all sisters. If this is the case, please sit down slowly."
"Sister, what's wrong?"
"Hehehe, my sister thinks so too."
Before Mrs. Liu said goodbye to the seven sisters Qi Ya and Qi Yun, she did not rush directly to her study.
"It's bad, the kid knows."
What's the matter, that stinky guy of his, are these clothes made for you, my mother?
"Mother, what is he busy with?"
After listening to the eldest son's words, the smile on Qi Yaqi's face became stronger and stronger.
Xie Hanyong took a deep breath and instantly grinned.
"In the morning, just before breakfast, I went to the study to do some work. It's not even noon yet, and I haven't seen a single person.
"so?"
"Smelly bastard, if it were seventy or eighty years later, even ten years later, as my mother, you might actually reject his suggestion.
"Mother."
"Mother, the clothes for Chenyu, our eight brothers and sisters, have been left in the dressing room outside the palace, and have not been prepared by Yun'er, Sister Ya, Lian'er, you sisters and others.
Mrs. Liu nodded cheerfully, picked up the teacup, and then put it down again.
What is he thinking about outside his heart? Others are like Han Hu, but my mother, are you still thinking about Han Hu?" "Who is it?"
Why did he just use his sweet words to please Qingxin girl?
Mother, you are idle at home, so you plan to sew two new clothes for your two great-grandsons. Before the great-grandson, we eight brothers and sisters sewed two new clothes."
You, Mingli, Xuan'er, Mingjie, you brothers and sisters, you grew up wearing clothes made by your mother, and you grew up year after year.
"Bad, bad, bad, together, together."
When the beauties gathered together to chat coquettishly, when they saw Xie Han and the seven sisters Qi Ya, they all stood up with smiles on their faces.
"Sister Yun'er, sister Ya'er."
“Hiss—hiss—hey youyou—
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you bastard."
Qi Yaqi casually put the tea cup under the table and shook his head helplessly.
"Huh, mother, after this time, I want to ask for something from my mother."
Young Master Liu picked up the tea tree and poured down two cups of herbal tea. He looked up at Qi Yaqi and said with a smile: "Mother, what did he say?
"You're a bad guy, you know how to talk a lot."
"It's a bad thing, it seems true, but it also seems false."
Someone who knew about it thought they were sisters!"
"Hahaha, busy enough."
Now let’s go to the various state capitals within Gyeonggi Province, or go to the state capitals further away for some fun.
As soon as his mother-in-law said this, Xie Hanyong knew in his heart that he was going to Hanhuming.
Young Master Liu passed through the arch of the courtyard, looked at the room in the back where his old man, his mother and the seventh elder lived, and walked over hastily.
"Hey, I have met my mother."
Instead, we took a detour to the East Crossing Courtyard.
Mrs. Liu remained silent for a long time with a look of confusion on her face. She directly raised the wine bag in her hand and drank a few sips of the wine happily.
"Mother, he drinks tea, he drinks tea."
That is, it is not spring yet.
As soon as there was a knock on the door, Qi Yaqi's doubtful voice came directly from outside the room.
"Young man, there are no common sayings, he should have heard them."
Hearing this, Qi Ya raised her jade neck and looked at the sun in the sky, then pointed in the direction of Yayuan ahead with a smile on her face.
When Xie Hanyong heard this, he frowned helplessly.
Mother, he drinks tea."
"right."
"In that case, let's go."
It's a while.
"Sister, does he think what my husband said is true or false?"
There's no tea under the table, so if you're thirsty, you can pour it yourself."
Before I took a few sips of the wine, I twirled the ring under my thumb with a sad expression.
"Sister, he wants to ask my sister, is the poem that my husband mentioned that the sisters just sung was a question I heard from a young family member?"
Qi Yaqi stroked the tea cover of her watch and looked at Xie Hanyong playfully.
Qi Yaqi raised her eyes and looked at Xie Hanyong. She held a shining thin needle between her fingers and moved it heavily between her temples.
"There's no bad guess. Just ask sister Qingxin."
"You bastard, tell me, why did you suddenly come to see me as your mother?"
"Sister Yun, sister Ya."
Ask your sisters and others to accompany him for a walk in the streets, or go for a walk by the river in the city.
"You bastard, he still doesn't have any conscience at all."
Mrs. Liu looked stunned and subconsciously looked at the sandalwood box outside Qi Yaqi's hand.
Mrs. Liu hissed and exhaled, rubbing her cold ears with one hand, picking up the tea cup under the table with the other hand, and handed it to Xie Hanyong's face with an apologetic smile on her face.
When he stays outside the house and has something to talk about, he goes to see Yun'er, Yan'er, Wanyan, Yun Shu... you sisters.
"Smelly bastard."
You bastard, please tell him.
Not only does he lend you ten thousand courages, but he also dares to see the clothes made by his own hands.
Xie Hanyong saw that the roots of his eldest son's ears were not yet rosy, so he reduced the strength of his men.
Although you are not old yet, my mother, your skills in sewing clothes have not."
Xie Hanyong drank a few sips of wine with a smile on her face, and looked at the needlework outside Qi Yaqi's hand with a curious look.
Mrs. Liu bowed her body slightly, and with a smile on her face, she grabbed Qi Yaqi's left hand that was holding her ear and pressed it up.
As for lunch, if we want to have any dishes, we can just ask the maids to pass the message."
"Yeah, my sister thinks so too."
Upon hearing this, Qi Yaqi casually put down the tea cup outside her hand, got up and walked directly towards the bed.
Qi Yaqi rolled her eyes angrily, stood up hastily, grabbed Mrs. Liu's ear with her left hand and lifted it down violently.
"Sister Yun, Sister Ya, please sit down too."
"Do you think what our bad men said just now is true?"
"Smelly bastard."
"Smelly bastard, is he really a smooth talker?
Mom, you just think you understand, since that stinky guy of his has such a sweet mouth.
Qi Yaqi frowned, reached out and grabbed Madam Liu's ear, and couldn't help laughing.
Looking at the slightly open door, Mr. Liu walked to the door with steady and weak steps, raised his hand and knocked heavily on the bottom of the door.
To be continued...