Marriage is not easy [Transmigration Book]

After the man standing at the door said something, he walked over slowly.Only now did Ling Que see the other person's face clearly. His eyes were dark, his nose was straight, his lips were slightly raised, and his skin was wheat-colored.Even if the other party stood there expressionlessly, it would not make people feel the slightest indifference.He has gentle eyebrows, as if he has always been so gentle and loves to smile, with an attractive temperament.

The other party looked around, as if he was a little surprised by the mess inside.His gaze fell on Ling Que for a moment, then shifted to the person standing opposite Ling Que, Liu Quanyong.

Liu Quanyong's servant has been with Liu Quanyong for so long, and he knows a lot of things, and he has met countless dignitaries.It's just that the man who appeared suddenly now, dressed in fine clothes and with a noble temperament, was completely unfamiliar to him.Because he couldn't figure out the other party's identity and purpose, Liu Quanyong's servant gritted his teeth and slowly weighed it in his heart.

"Young master, we have an urgent matter here. If you want to watch a play, you'd better go to Chuntai on the next street." Liu Quanyong's servant turned around and gave him a fierce look.If he is sensible, he will leave. If he is not, no matter what his status is, he can only be violent.

Song Moran looked at him with a smile, and asked, "Are you the person in charge of Huitai?"

Liu Quanyong choked.

Xiao Wu poked his head out from behind Ling Que, and hurriedly said, "He is not, our father is here."

Song Moran followed the prestige, looked past Ling Que, didn't even look at Ling Que, and fell directly on Xiao Wu: "Huh? Which of you is the person in charge of Huitai?"

Xiao Wu withdrew his head weakly, looked sideways at the serious-faced father beside him and whispered, "Dad..."

Wei Shiqing, Huitai's father, suddenly regretted choosing to come to the capital. Yesterday Young Master Wen wanted to buy their theater troupe. Today that gangster Liu Quanyong came here to rob people, and now there is a strange man who is either rich or expensive.

"I'm from Huitai..."

"You don't care who is in charge, now our Lord Liu has the final say here, boy, you'd better be sensible and get out!" Wei Shiqing was about to speak, but was interrupted by Liu Quanyong's servant.

Song Moran was still smiling, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Master Liu? Which family's Master Liu?" Song Moran asked suddenly.

"Liu Family in the east of the city, Mr. Liu Quanyong Liu, what's the matter? Don't you know him?" Every time Liu Quanyong's servant encounters obstacles in the way, as long as he says Liu Quanyong's name, others will always give in by three points.Therefore, Liu Quanyong's servant thought that Song Moran would lose his smile and leave immediately after hearing this, but Song Moran's next move was to break his illusion.

"Liu Quanyong? Master Liu?" Song Moran pondered for a moment, then smiled, "I don't know you."

"You! You! You!" Liu Quanyong pointed at Song Moran angrily, and Song Moran's eyes darkened.

"Qi Ye, so you are here."

At this time, when the two sides were facing each other stiffly, there was a sudden shrill sound from the door.

Song Moran raised his head, looked at the person coming and said with a smile, "Xiao Liangzi, you came at the right time."

The young man named Xiao Liangzi who was running panting had all his hair tied up in a bun and fair skin, but his movements and voice were a bit feminine.

Xiao Liangzi walked in front of Song Moran with two burly men in black suits, and was at a loss for what Song Moran said.

"Seven masters?"

Song Moran laughed out loud and didn't explain much.

The people on Liu Quanyong's side suddenly looked serious when they saw a few helpers coming from the other party, especially Liu Quanyong's bullying boy.

The two big men behind that little Liangzi, with their imposing manner and walking posture, could be seen as guards coming out of the palace.Thinking of this, Liu Quanyong's servant secretly and carefully looked at Xiaoliangzi, and found that Xiaoliangzi was very similar to the little eunuch in the palace.

Liu Quanyong's servant's head tensed immediately. Although Song Moran's identity was still unclear, he guessed that even Master Liu might not be able to provoke him.

"My lord, the little one has no eyes and no eyes. I really deserve to be damned if I offended my lord today. I hope my lord will not take it to heart. We will leave now and won't bother you, my lord."

Liu Quanyong's boy turned his head, he immediately forgot about arresting people, he stepped forward and bent down to be a little boy, apologized several times, and then led his men away disheartened.

The other party's reaction was quick, and Song Moran traveled in incognito, so it's better to have more things than small things.

Wei Shiqing stepped forward and cupped his hands in thanks, "Thank you so much for your help today, Young Master."

Song Moran glanced around, waved his hands and walked towards the door, and said as he walked, "I heard that the Huitai opera troupe performed very well earlier, and I just wanted to watch it today, but I didn't expect to watch the show, so I'll come back another day."

"Huh, Seventh Master? Are we going back like this?" Xiao Liangzi followed Song Moran's pace in a daze.

"It's getting late, I'm hungry." Song Moran stepped out of the threshold, glanced around, and walked towards a certain restaurant.

Xiao Liangzi looked up at the sky, it's only noon now, my little ancestor!

"Brother, are we alright?" Xiao Wu tugged on La Lingque's sleeve.

Ling Que narrowed his eyes, touched Xiao Wu's head, and opened his lips lightly: "It's okay."

"Great!"

In the troupe, several thirteen and fourteen-year-old children who were about the same age as Xiao Wu all grinned and clapped their hands to play.

Wei Shiqing picked up the legs of a chair and walked to Ling Que, his expression still a little ugly. He looked at the broken tables and chairs in the lobby and sighed.

"Hopefully after this, they won't come back."

After finishing speaking, Wei Shiqing bent his back and walked slowly towards the inner hall.

Ling Que lowered his head, his eyes fell to the ground, and he stood there quietly until Xiao Wu called him several times in doubt, then he raised his head.

Ling Que glanced in the direction of the door for the last time, and then beckoned others to come over and help clean up everything in the lobby.

What happened today probably won't pass so easily.

"Master, Master."

Mei Xiang hurried back from the front yard to the inner yard, and she knocked on the door of Wen Yelan's study.

"Master, Liu Quanyong sent someone to send an invitation." Mei Xiang handed over the red invitation that was clutched in her hand.

Wen Yelan put down the thing in his hand, took it and opened it to read.

"Poetry recital?"

"What poetry recital?"

Xiao Jin brought Qu Mo back from the outside, and when he walked outside the study, he heard Wen Yelan's voice.

Xiao Jin carried Qu Mo directly into the study, and placed Qu Mo on the carved couch next to Wen Yelan.He walked behind Wen Yelan, put his hands on Wen Yelan's shoulders, bent down and looked down at the invitation in his hand, and glanced at it roughly.

"Youshi, held a banquet in Liu's mansion and met friends with poetry..." Xiao Jin stood up straight, walked to the other side and sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip and said with a smile, "Liu Quanyong is not such an arty person ah."

"Probably he's coming up with some bad idea." Wen Yelan threw the invitation on the table.

"This Liu Quanyong is thick-skinned." Knowing that they don't welcome him and don't want to make friends with him, he sent them such an invitation. This person is really shameless.Xiao Jin looked at Wen Yelan and asked, "Master, do you want to go?"

Wen Yelan glanced at him, picked up the pastry on the table, took a small bite before replying, "I'm not interested."

Seeing him eating, Qu Mo smacked his mouth a few times, and transparent saliva slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth.

Wen Yelan raised his eyes and saw Qu Mo's appearance, and felt a little embarrassed for no reason. He looked at the half of the pastry in his hand, pursed his lips, and put the half of the pastry on the plate.Qu Mo's gaze followed the pastry to the plate, stared straight at it, and finally stretched out his finger and put it in his mouth.

Wen Yelan handed the plate to Qu Mo's hand, and Qu Mo's two chubby hands held it carefully, his eyes sparkling, but even though he was holding it, he never wanted to eat it.

"Qu Mo?" Seeing that he didn't move, Wen Yelan called out.

Qu Mo smacked his mouth twice before lifting the plate he was holding forward, and said in a childish voice, "Daddy...mother...eat..."

Xiao Jin and Wen Yelan tried to correct Qu Mo's address, but no matter whether it was coercion or temptation, Qu Mo seemed to have recognized the two titles of "father, mother", and was so stubborn that he refused to change it. Seeing that he couldn't change it However, Xiao Jin and Wen Yelan had no choice but to think that they suddenly had a son.

"Qu Mo, do you want to give it to us?" The corner of Wen Yelan's mouth curled up slightly.

"Father and mother eat." Qu Mo raised his head, showing a big smile, and passed the plate forward even more.

Xiao Jin said with a smirk: "Give it to us, and you will have no more Qu Mo."

After hearing this, Qu Mo looked at the two and a half cakes on the plate, swallowed, and said pitifully, "Xiao Mo won't eat..."

"Xiao Jin." Wen Yelan looked at Qu Mo as if he was about to cry, and gave Xiao Jin a cold look, "Qu Mo eat, we won't eat."

Qu Mo looked at Wen Yelan, then at Xiao Jin, tilted his head, was troubled for a while, and then smiled: "Daddy, ma'am, Xiaomo is alone."

Xiao Jin raised his eyebrows, but Qu Mo was smart.

"Okay." Wen Yelan nodded, took half of the pastry he ate just now from the plate, and took a small bite under Qu Mo's gaze.When the sweet taste in his mouth overflowed his tongue, Wen Yelan's brows and eyes instantly softened.

Young Master Wen really likes sweets.Xiao Jin smiled, and took a piece under Qu Mo's expectant gaze.Qu Mo watched them eat, and then stretched out his chubby hand to hold the pastry and started to eat.

Mei Xiang looked at the different expressions of the three of them when eating dim sum, covered her mouth and snickered.The young master, Xiao Jin and Qu Mo are really like a family now.

"Young Master, Young Master!"

While they were having fun, Daqing's anxious voice came from outside.

"Young Master, something happened to Mr. Ling Que!"