Wei Yu didn't hear the extraneous voice in the words, and showed a happy look.

"Great, thank you Rouge girl, in three days, the carriage of Zhongcheng Mansion will go to the Rouge shop on time to pick up the girl into the house, and please take care of the girl at that time."

When Wei Wei spoke, Fenghua carefully observed her expression and found that Wei Wei's happy expression did not seem to be fake.

In my heart, I couldn't help but have doubts.

Although she is now the embodiment of a piece of paper, her appearance and body shape are the same as those of the original owner Mei Rouge before her death, and when she mentioned the word 'rouge', Wei Wei looked no different, and she was very happy to invite her to the house......

Could it be that it's not her?

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Fenghua smiled slightly, hiding his merits and fame: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say." ”

With the approval of the rouge girl, Wei Wei's heart was pounding, and she seemed to be able to see the picture of her husband's birthday in front of her, stunning his eyes......

Wei Yu got up and said goodbye with a warm face.

At this time, Wei Celadon who was mysteriously going out opened the curtain and came back, and happened to bump into Wei Wei, who had a smile on her lips, shy eyes, and a delicate face, and told her repeatedly: "...... Three days later, it will be troublesome for the rouge girl to come to the house, and the Wanwang girl must come. ”

"Definitely, definitely."

The slender figure of the young man in green shirt appeared, the tail of his eyes was faintly raised, and the cinnabar mole was scorching: "Where to go?" ”

Fenghua copied his sleeves, glanced at the young man idly, and said lazily: "This, if you don't do the child's business, the son doesn't need to know." ”

In the matter of the death of the original owner, she didn't want Wei Celadon to interfere, and deliberately used words to anger him.

Hearing this, Wei Celadon pursed his lips, his lips were bright, his cheeks were slightly bulging, and he was a little unhappy.

An expression that you like to say or not, and forget it.

Handed Fenghua a cold look and passed by her.

And without looking back, he went into the inner court.

Wei Wei looked at the slender and slender back of the young man, withdrew her undisguised amazement, her pink lips pursed a playful arc, and laughed softly: "Rouge girl, you ...... with this son"

She is not a person with many mouths, so she stopped when she clicked, choked the conversation, and quickly changed her words: "It's me who said too much, Rouge girl must not blame." But ......"

The beautiful woman showed a look of envy and yearning on her face, and said in a very soft voice: "I can see that you have a very good relationship with that son." ”

Although he didn't say too much, the boy in the green shirt wrote soft colors from his eyes to his expression.

I never looked at her from beginning to end, as if there was only a rouge girl in my eyes, and no one else.

Fenghua raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his forehead, with a headache expression, but his tone was slightly doting, and said: "Mrs. Wei is smiling, he, sometimes he just likes to play a little temper." If you go slowly, I won't be far away. ”

Wei Wei only smiled and did not speak.

Nodding his head, he turned to leave.

Seeing Wei Wei's graceful back disappear in front of her eyes, the smirk on Fenghua's face was wiped out like a tide in an instant, and her eyes were dark.

"Wei Wei." Two words were gently condensed on her red lips, and her heart turned a thousand times.

Is she disguised too well, or does she really not know that her husband Jun Weizhang, whom she loves now, has a former fiancée named Rouge in Jiangnan?

Tut.

I don't want to, I don't want to.

She turned around casually, and walked lazily towards the back house connected by the rouge shop.

Lao Yuan raised his voice and shouted:

"Childe, are you angry?"