Mother and son said this.

There was a crash outside.

Of course, it wasn't their wagons that sent out.

But it was loud.

Jiang Yuan's smiling voice sounded outside, "Master, someone touched porcelain." ”

"Wow, who dares to touch porcelain." Yuan Miao's eyes immediately lit up, and he was about to rush out.

Like a calf.

Yuan Changhuan immediately grabbed his son's little hand and threw him on the soft couch, "Don't go out, stay obediently." ”

"Mother's ......"

Yuan Miao is coquettish.

Wearing a veil, only revealing the eyes that were more seductive than before, Yuan Changhuan stared at him, "It's useless to be coquettish." ”

With that, he lifted the curtain and walked out.

She wanted to see who was so short-sighted, and on the first day she returned to Pingcheng, she bumped into porcelain.

Isn't that a bad impression on her son.

What if Miao Miao mentions his mother's hometown a day later, the first picture that comes to mind is touching porcelain?

A child's education should be crooked from an early age.

It's all to blame on this porcelain toucher.

"Your carriage hit Mrs. Ben, let's say, how are you going to pay compensation?" The woman who fell to the ground, dressed in an old brocade dress, was in the style of several years ago, and now it is long outdated.

And it was washed white.

Jewelry beads are also a few years old.

As soon as he saw her dress, Yuan Changhuan guessed that she must be a woman from rich to poor.

"Compensation?"

Yuan Changhuan's red lips opened slightly, and he opened his mouth coolly.

Just one word, she said a hundred times and thousands of times, beautiful and melodious.

It makes people numb and soft.

The woman looked up, and when she saw Yuan Changhuan at first glance, she was stunned.

The woman in red with the veil stood on the carriage, and she could only vaguely see her eyebrows, which looked like the person in her memory.

Yuan Changhuan.

It's just that Yuan Changhuan doesn't have the grace and bearing of the woman in front of him.

Although it was not easy to provoke when she looked at it, she had no choice, she gritted her teeth, and the woman splashed on the ground, "My leg, it hurts so much, come on, someone here hits someone and doesn't want to be responsible." ”

"Help."

The originally quiet street, because of the woman's voice, suddenly appeared many people.

Finger and point.

Yuan Changhuan's carriage didn't look like a local, and they thought they were outsiders in this neighborhood street.

Locals naturally protect locals.

No wonder she felt that this woman's appearance was so familiar, it turned out to be an acquaintance, Yuan Changhuan's red lips under the veil hooked, Fu Yan, don't come harm.

Unexpectedly, it has only been three or four years, and Fu Yan has changed from a good scholarly lady to such a rural shrew.

Time is such a wonderful thing.

"Does it hurt?" Yuan Changhuan put his hands around his arms, leaned on the car door, and looked at her condescendingly, "I can't walk in pain?" ”

Fu Yan didn't react to the meaning of Yuan Changhuan's words, and subconsciously replied, "Yes, I can't walk because of the pain, you are responsible for ......."

The voice did not fall.

Yuan Changhuan raised his hand and in front of everyone, "Bump into it." ”

Heard Yuan Changhuan's order.

Jiang Yuan slapped the horse's ass violently, "Drive!" ”

"Ahh

A sharp voice sounded, and Fu Yan ran to the side of the road with a stream of urine.

"Appeal ......"

Jiang Yuan pulled the reins.

The carriage stopped instantly.

The onlookers all saw Fu Yan's crisp and neat movements in their eyes, as if they had been hit and couldn't move.

The point-pointing one was replaced by Fu Yan.

Fu Yan shook her cheeks, and she didn't want it anymore, so she lay on the ground and began to cry and grab the ground, "Outsiders are bullying people, bullying everyone." ”