Chapter 177 (1/1)

Fu Chen and Fu Xuan were silent. They all knew that Fu Rong's grandmother was not an old lady in Wufu hall, but his father's mother, aunt Du. But the father can't remember the appearance of aunt Du, usually also never mention, how do they know?

Don't look at today's big family's happy, everyone's heart in the end how to think, only their own clear.

In the evening, the old lady held a reception party. All the people arrived, only Fu Pinchuan was sent.

The old lady asked her eldest daughter-in-law, ”where is the Marquis?”

Lin got up and said, ”my in laws invited the Marquis to drink. He told me to tell my mother that we didn't have to wait for him.”

The old lady nodded, ”let's have dinner.”

Qiao sat at the bottom right of the old lady and skillfully provided her with all the dishes she liked.

Lin looked at the opposite and admired Qiao's means from the bottom of my heart. She knew that the old lady didn't like her nephew, or even hated her. However, after she passed the door, she put on the appearance of a niece who was favored by the old lady in her family. She was coquettish and flattered. The whole family thought that the old lady really spoiled her. Could the old lady tear down her own table? Qiao's Jiao returned to Jiao, but she did not make any mistakes, so that the old lady would not be able to handle it.

After the banquet, Lin led Fu Bao back to the main courtyard.

”Niang, I like my sixth sister, but I don't like Fu Rong. Like my second aunt, I only flatter.” When his mother returned to the house, he was surrounded by his own people. Fu Bao finally said what he had been holding for a long time.

Lin nodded her forehead: ”they are really smart. You can learn more from now on. If you can learn 50%, your mother will be satisfied.”

Fu Bao's mouth was turned away. She was always advised to learn from her. Today, her mother told her to learn from that flatterer. The little girl didn't like to listen. She went into the bed and ignored people.

Lin had no choice but to cover the corner for her daughter. After two words of soft voice, he left.

It was almost time for the curfew when Fu came back, breathing heavily with alcohol.

Lin looked at her husband's face and asked tentatively, ”didn't you just drink with your father-in-law last night? Why did you go again today? ”

Fu Pinchuan's hand holding his sleeve was stunned. ”I don't know, but the table has threatened me again. We are not allowed to aggrieve his daughter.”

”Really It's hard for you. ” Lin can't help laughing. The light is quiet. Although it is not as beautiful as Qiao's, it is still charming.

Fu Pinchuan only looks down to wash his face.